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I wanted to try a smash burger tonight. I also wanted to try a keto bun. So I did. I had to do some washing, and a bit of cast iron conditioning. The skillet and the placket. The water draining from last night, and having a duckling stuck out, refusing to go in, with both myself and a mothering hen trying to get her in, many times, left me... well... drained, in every way. So, just the two pieces and a steel spatula were cleaned.
I did season the cast, several times. Not a fresh seasoning, merely a refreshening, if twice. Trying to build a better base. Either the burgers... sliders is what we used to call what I made... were too large, or the skillet was too small. I can easily make smaller burgers, as this was large even for my thinking.
Smashed very thin, allowed to crust, flipped and allowed to crust, cheese put on one, the other flipped on top, then both flipped again. Onion slices, condiments, and that keto bun. I bet the patties could be half cooked in advance... say a few days. Then heated to cook the raw side, cheesed, flipped after the cheese is melted, and quickly set out on whatever, a bun, keto bun, or lettuce wrap.
The keto bun I tried... I had to revise the recipe on the fly. Even I know when something is far too thin. It might have set, eventually, but as an egg loaf, not an almond flour bread. I had to quadruple the almond flour. But... that worked. The bun was too crumbly, if that was a monster double slider with a giant's fistful of cheese smack in the middle. I am not certain any bun would have done well, perhaps a kaiser?
As well, it tasted more like cornbread? Okay, not tasted, but the texture was definitely that of cornbread... rather soft cornbread. No complaint, just notes. With a few tricks, this will easily be fashioned into a keto cornbread. Hamburger bun? I have my doubts. It may require coconut flour, and or oat fiber (or some such), maybe phylum husk... something somethings.
I then tried a grilled cheese with the last two slices. It... missed. Not a terrible thing. Just... not there, not right, yet easily edible. It filled the hunger inoffensively, if just. Everything I did tonight has promise. Everything will need tweaked, changed as to ingredients, size, and or purpose, but it is a start.
Further, after a bit more research, against my paranoia, I decided to obtain a food logger app. Actually I grabbed two. I then decided to activate a specific one, but remembered... Oh, I didn't tell you. My bank overcharged a check, thankfully not to overdraft status... this time... but still... AND cancelled my debit card. They, when I called, they had not informed me in any way before cancelling, told me why. It seems they suddenly found my card number up for sale on the black market. Anyway, so no activation until that works.
I really can't be sure if that is an employee at the bank, or the upper echelon at the bank stomping on peons. Some of it is certainly bank level. I am more suspicious of the upper echelon, as an employee would eventually... quickly... be caught... unless it's private policy and that employee had cover from above. Think Romney. Too many incidents, too often, over four or five months now. But the credit card might be youtube. I signed up for a free month...
I was dubious. They are monstrously woke. Still... Things seemed okay. But then I noted they weren't allowing refresh. No new songs. So I searched for an older song I liked, by a white European group. The search turned up nothing but darkies, having nothing to do with the search. It took a bit, deciding what to do, figuring out how to do it, then doing it. That, if I had to bet, was the debit card problem.
I quit. No reason telling them why, they know. I guess they neither need nor want paying customers. I doubt if their bosses care. Paid to spit out propaganda by state level actors, even if the little antifas and bl(don't)m thugs aren't told. Useful idiots of the deepstate US government. All, actually, are on the same side, mind you. It's just that none of them like it.
Sunday, July 12, 2020
Saturday, July 11, 2020
A few things.
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Fresh hay, cleaned water troughs and fresh water for the ducks. I need to build a duck tractor, get the little ones in that. Then clean the hutch out again. For now, adding fresh hay is as good as it gets. I open up the hutch by later afternoon. Then check every few hours. They actually prefer to be in well before dusk. I am learning. If I can't be awake by dark, it is best to not let them out until I can be. A few miles down any country road will show enough predatory critters to let one know that night is terribly dangerous for birds.
The cats have been fed and treated. I have to clear litter soon. Ugh.
A call to my mother. She sounds good. No major events. A visit to the doctor for a standard checkup. I forgot to ask about her garden. They had a storm that threatened to wipe it out, nearly did. Last time we spoke it was possibly in recovery. Just talking, now is good. I try to keep it on side issues, but one or the other of us ends on a rant. Though we recover more quickly these days.
In and out a few times burned me out a bit. But coming back in helps. I am waiting for it to cool enough to open up, to take a nap. I may just go down for a bit sooner, as I am crashing too fast to last. Perhaps setting the alarm, hoping it would get me up in time. Oh, but not until the ducks are penned. I cleaned out the pee jugs, so will be ready if more has to go.
If a nap is enough, perhaps I could get to work as the night cools the house. I am close to... catching up. I keep falling just short of... almost... starting. Food might help, but that requires tasks and objects a bit down the pile and list. So hungry. I'll do what I can, when I can. Later.
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Fresh hay, cleaned water troughs and fresh water for the ducks. I need to build a duck tractor, get the little ones in that. Then clean the hutch out again. For now, adding fresh hay is as good as it gets. I open up the hutch by later afternoon. Then check every few hours. They actually prefer to be in well before dusk. I am learning. If I can't be awake by dark, it is best to not let them out until I can be. A few miles down any country road will show enough predatory critters to let one know that night is terribly dangerous for birds.
The cats have been fed and treated. I have to clear litter soon. Ugh.
A call to my mother. She sounds good. No major events. A visit to the doctor for a standard checkup. I forgot to ask about her garden. They had a storm that threatened to wipe it out, nearly did. Last time we spoke it was possibly in recovery. Just talking, now is good. I try to keep it on side issues, but one or the other of us ends on a rant. Though we recover more quickly these days.
In and out a few times burned me out a bit. But coming back in helps. I am waiting for it to cool enough to open up, to take a nap. I may just go down for a bit sooner, as I am crashing too fast to last. Perhaps setting the alarm, hoping it would get me up in time. Oh, but not until the ducks are penned. I cleaned out the pee jugs, so will be ready if more has to go.
If a nap is enough, perhaps I could get to work as the night cools the house. I am close to... catching up. I keep falling just short of... almost... starting. Food might help, but that requires tasks and objects a bit down the pile and list. So hungry. I'll do what I can, when I can. Later.
A tough start.
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Not a painful one, this time. It was just very difficult to get up and going. Not until 14:45 was I able to wake, and weakly, after going down around 04:45. I was able to wake about a quarter to seven, to close the cave down. Back to bed without any doubts. It is a good thing I did shut it down, it is 90° out there now, was already warming quickly by then, and even so is up to 72° downstairs, starting off. I may be better served shutting down at bedtime from now on.
Oh, and... while my feet weren't swollen, I suspected I was retaining fluid. Just... an odd thing one begins to suspect from enough experience. Never can be sure, but... it fits. My best trial tool is extra water pills (they make you go pee). And, so it went. A typical higher dose.
I prefer the extra dose in the morning, but will take it as soon as I sense a problem. As is, that was last night, a bit before bedtime. I even went twice before sleep, as well when I was up closing windows. So, probably a liter or two, unmeasured. However, my pee jugs have measures on them. And, just in those, I peed seven and a half liters? Oh my. But yes. I completely filled a 3 liter, two 2 liter, and then a liter of another 3 liter container.
On the good side, I see why my weight had been stuck. Am now to 267. Roughly, but... that would be four, maybe pushing five gallons with the unmeasured but probable volumes. Lets say four, and water weighs about eight pounds a gallon. So... I just "lost" ~32 pounds? At five that would be be 40 pounds! Yeah. Wow. I feel better, but a bit odd and different.
Ducks are out, a timer was set to feed the girls, the upstairs is on ac in case I need a crash nap, and I may. Some food... meat... is thawed, would like to begin experimenting with smash burgers. Plus test the coleslaw. All the list remains of things to do. Perhaps, with four or five gallons out, I have a better chance. Wow.
Later.
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Not a painful one, this time. It was just very difficult to get up and going. Not until 14:45 was I able to wake, and weakly, after going down around 04:45. I was able to wake about a quarter to seven, to close the cave down. Back to bed without any doubts. It is a good thing I did shut it down, it is 90° out there now, was already warming quickly by then, and even so is up to 72° downstairs, starting off. I may be better served shutting down at bedtime from now on.
Oh, and... while my feet weren't swollen, I suspected I was retaining fluid. Just... an odd thing one begins to suspect from enough experience. Never can be sure, but... it fits. My best trial tool is extra water pills (they make you go pee). And, so it went. A typical higher dose.
I prefer the extra dose in the morning, but will take it as soon as I sense a problem. As is, that was last night, a bit before bedtime. I even went twice before sleep, as well when I was up closing windows. So, probably a liter or two, unmeasured. However, my pee jugs have measures on them. And, just in those, I peed seven and a half liters? Oh my. But yes. I completely filled a 3 liter, two 2 liter, and then a liter of another 3 liter container.
On the good side, I see why my weight had been stuck. Am now to 267. Roughly, but... that would be four, maybe pushing five gallons with the unmeasured but probable volumes. Lets say four, and water weighs about eight pounds a gallon. So... I just "lost" ~32 pounds? At five that would be be 40 pounds! Yeah. Wow. I feel better, but a bit odd and different.
Ducks are out, a timer was set to feed the girls, the upstairs is on ac in case I need a crash nap, and I may. Some food... meat... is thawed, would like to begin experimenting with smash burgers. Plus test the coleslaw. All the list remains of things to do. Perhaps, with four or five gallons out, I have a better chance. Wow.
Later.
Friday, July 10, 2020
Coleslaw.
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Very fast to put together, especially with a ready made sauce. However this particular cabbage was extremely dense and bitter. I usually get medium to light heads, sort of by volume feel. I couldn't remember why. Now I know. As well, the sauce for it had sugar added. While I aim at lower carbs, I demand zero added sugars.
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Very fast to put together, especially with a ready made sauce. However this particular cabbage was extremely dense and bitter. I usually get medium to light heads, sort of by volume feel. I couldn't remember why. Now I know. As well, the sauce for it had sugar added. While I aim at lower carbs, I demand zero added sugars.
19:30?
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Not only tired, cold. I kept waking, having to add or adjust blankets. I couldn't always check the thermometer... too cold and achy tired to roll and reach that far. I checked twice, of the many times it was considered. It always read 70°, if I still wanted to check every time I woke up. Couldn't believe. It isn't the chills, from illness, just a cold body. I went to bed shortly after that last post, right around 13:00? Pretty close.
The downstairs is only 72°, but feels hot. The outside is, I am sure, down to 80°. I opened the place up for the ducks and set up the sprinkler for the night. The area to be hit is already out of the sun, so I let it rip. I also started the grill so as to make brots. I would love to make coleslaw, not sure I'll be up to it in time. Though, maybe while the brots burn? :p It's a fine summer side.
Hopefully I can shower, clean the bathroom, and hit counters and dishes tonight. Oh, and laundry. I have a ton of t-shirts and I am still almost out. I... that is the first I have been that low in a very long time. I am chalking it up to weather variability and my lagging recovery. Hopefully it stays level, and I can adjust to the summer, or for a bit.
Well, will know more soon. Later.
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Not only tired, cold. I kept waking, having to add or adjust blankets. I couldn't always check the thermometer... too cold and achy tired to roll and reach that far. I checked twice, of the many times it was considered. It always read 70°, if I still wanted to check every time I woke up. Couldn't believe. It isn't the chills, from illness, just a cold body. I went to bed shortly after that last post, right around 13:00? Pretty close.
The downstairs is only 72°, but feels hot. The outside is, I am sure, down to 80°. I opened the place up for the ducks and set up the sprinkler for the night. The area to be hit is already out of the sun, so I let it rip. I also started the grill so as to make brots. I would love to make coleslaw, not sure I'll be up to it in time. Though, maybe while the brots burn? :p It's a fine summer side.
Hopefully I can shower, clean the bathroom, and hit counters and dishes tonight. Oh, and laundry. I have a ton of t-shirts and I am still almost out. I... that is the first I have been that low in a very long time. I am chalking it up to weather variability and my lagging recovery. Hopefully it stays level, and I can adjust to the summer, or for a bit.
Well, will know more soon. Later.
Such an ugly start.
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Just a bit of pain, but in a number of places and systems. A kink in the neck, slightly strained trapeze area, and worn triceps and biceps, as examples. The pains are minor annoyances compared to various sorts of fatigue and a general exhaustion. If I had done work, I... ah. While I haven't done much work, I have been pushing my heat capacity.
That really does a lot of wear and tear. Heat and cold just eat the life right out of me.
I couldn't wake, and rise, in time to capture the coolest temps. I couldn't get out until after noon. It was up to 72° by that time, 82° outside. I can hope it won't warm too much more, but am all but certain it will. Ugh. Perhaps back to bed shortly. Can't focus, feel rough, and rounding into wakefulness isn't happening. I'll fight as long as possible.
Oh, I think there are leftover drumsticks. I let him take the majority of extra ribs home, so don't mind finishing off this lot. Rather food get eaten than go bad. But kept it around in case ribs went sideways. I have to admit, while I really like grilling and smoking, it is an inaccurate art, at best. Cooking in the oven, then finishing on the grill is the best way to go. And absolutely if the meal is on a strict timeline. I... really hate to say that. Messing with meat, known by men as food, and fire, is some natural man thing.
I can still grill for myself, or on days when a sit down meal is possible.
I don't know what will eventually happen today. Most likely, if I can work, it will be indoor cleaning. The bathroom, dishes, counters, and the stove top. Some to all of that. As well, a shower, and feed and upkeep of critters... including self. After feeding the girls, that chicken will be eaten, then back to bed. Later.
A reasonable dinner.
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About the most expensive meal planned. Ribs, beef and pork, this time just salt and pepper. As well, potato salad. This is the first more complex meal I have attempted. And on a timetable. Usually I can start cooking when I am hungry, then cook it until done to my tastes. Having a time it needs to be done, for something that takes hours...
Actually, even being my first time with ribs this way, and with many changes in plans, it worked out okay. Too salty, the ribs. That can be adjusted. Slightly overcooked, both ribs, which is also easily adjusted... I actually have new cooking timetables and an altered salt and pepper volume in mind. The mustard and vinegar merinade mix was perfect. Barbecue sauce wasn't available, nobody could get it in time. I'd like to attempt a keto ketchup recipe from which to try to then craft a bbq sauce. Though... we will see.
The potato salad was a definite hit. And the beef ribs were next. The pork ribs weren't bad though. I will get better. Next time, smash burgers, hotdogs or chili dogs, and coleslaw. I really would like crafting keto replacements for things. Non-keto neither know or care, as long as it doesn't taste terrible. Though tastes do vary no matter. I may even try keto waffles or such, with eggs, sausage, and bacon some time.
I used duck eggs. You absolutely can't tell. A few days ago, I suggested I would do so. The Boss's eyes became nervous. Not sure if he tried them and didn't like them, or if he is simply jumpy about new or different foods. Then again, duck eggs honestly aren't my favorite fried or otherwise cooked plainly. Something is a little to a lot different, depending on the day. Even knowing, I couldn't tell. All good.
I did let the ducks out today. No problem getting them out this time. And, opening the pen tonight, as dusk descended, I found, I think, all of them safely and happily tucked in. I put there food in, and freshened their two water troughs while opening up. Their hay needs changed much more often, but it is worth it.
Oh, did I mention? Muskovy ducks eat mice? So very awesome. The indian runners would kill them, for whatever reasons, but only if a particular mouse offended. No more mouse problems, winter or summer, is my guess and hope. I might buy live feeder mice, to help train them. Plus, nothing like watching a pest go down an appreciating gullet! Without a mom to show them, they may just not realize the delectable nature of mice?
Tomorrow I hope to install the last post, for the clothesline. Hmm... not sure if the saw needed is here? If not, I will work in the cave. I've been slipping. But a good, even slow, week could catch me up. And a few three to four day weeks at three to five hours per could see me much further along. He... is still arriving... His time. I must be, will be, ready. Good night.
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About the most expensive meal planned. Ribs, beef and pork, this time just salt and pepper. As well, potato salad. This is the first more complex meal I have attempted. And on a timetable. Usually I can start cooking when I am hungry, then cook it until done to my tastes. Having a time it needs to be done, for something that takes hours...
Actually, even being my first time with ribs this way, and with many changes in plans, it worked out okay. Too salty, the ribs. That can be adjusted. Slightly overcooked, both ribs, which is also easily adjusted... I actually have new cooking timetables and an altered salt and pepper volume in mind. The mustard and vinegar merinade mix was perfect. Barbecue sauce wasn't available, nobody could get it in time. I'd like to attempt a keto ketchup recipe from which to try to then craft a bbq sauce. Though... we will see.
The potato salad was a definite hit. And the beef ribs were next. The pork ribs weren't bad though. I will get better. Next time, smash burgers, hotdogs or chili dogs, and coleslaw. I really would like crafting keto replacements for things. Non-keto neither know or care, as long as it doesn't taste terrible. Though tastes do vary no matter. I may even try keto waffles or such, with eggs, sausage, and bacon some time.
I used duck eggs. You absolutely can't tell. A few days ago, I suggested I would do so. The Boss's eyes became nervous. Not sure if he tried them and didn't like them, or if he is simply jumpy about new or different foods. Then again, duck eggs honestly aren't my favorite fried or otherwise cooked plainly. Something is a little to a lot different, depending on the day. Even knowing, I couldn't tell. All good.
I did let the ducks out today. No problem getting them out this time. And, opening the pen tonight, as dusk descended, I found, I think, all of them safely and happily tucked in. I put there food in, and freshened their two water troughs while opening up. Their hay needs changed much more often, but it is worth it.
Oh, did I mention? Muskovy ducks eat mice? So very awesome. The indian runners would kill them, for whatever reasons, but only if a particular mouse offended. No more mouse problems, winter or summer, is my guess and hope. I might buy live feeder mice, to help train them. Plus, nothing like watching a pest go down an appreciating gullet! Without a mom to show them, they may just not realize the delectable nature of mice?
Tomorrow I hope to install the last post, for the clothesline. Hmm... not sure if the saw needed is here? If not, I will work in the cave. I've been slipping. But a good, even slow, week could catch me up. And a few three to four day weeks at three to five hours per could see me much further along. He... is still arriving... His time. I must be, will be, ready. Good night.
Thursday, July 9, 2020
Late down, as is becoming the norm.
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Bedtime was around 04:00. I woke in time to shut the growing heat out and switch from fans to ac upstairs, around 07:00, 09:00? Perhaps both times, only getting up once? Then crashed again. I assume my body is sleeping when and how it can. It needs sub 70° temperatures, or it simply can't sleep at this time.
Thankfully the upstairs warms much more quickly, and my ability to sleep at 70° is quite limited. I have tried letting in the morning sun, but that merely gives me a bloody nose, now. It won't wake me, fully, as it did initially. With temperature as an alarm clock, and only fans going, waking in time to keep the cave cooler is working. That may eventually fail. But, that leaves ac upstairs... better than nothing.
I made potato salad last night, and set up a mustard, vinegar, salt, and pepper marinade on ribs for later. Remember, rather than eating out, buying good meats? Chicken and hotdogs last time. Ribs and potato salad this time. If you split costs, over each night, I doubt if $5 per person has been spent, if certainly less than $10. When the potato salad is gone, coleslaw. And maybe brots, or masher burgers. Perhaps both, I like to have two entées... in man speak, entées are meats.
I have to start cooking around 16:00. Reheating on the grill as a finishing touch, if required or requested. I best check on bbq sauce. Too late to add on, but might be good for a dipping sauce. Not how I do anymore, but someone might. Hmm, I'd like to sample the potato salad cold as well... flavor, spice, check. Later.
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Bedtime was around 04:00. I woke in time to shut the growing heat out and switch from fans to ac upstairs, around 07:00, 09:00? Perhaps both times, only getting up once? Then crashed again. I assume my body is sleeping when and how it can. It needs sub 70° temperatures, or it simply can't sleep at this time.
Thankfully the upstairs warms much more quickly, and my ability to sleep at 70° is quite limited. I have tried letting in the morning sun, but that merely gives me a bloody nose, now. It won't wake me, fully, as it did initially. With temperature as an alarm clock, and only fans going, waking in time to keep the cave cooler is working. That may eventually fail. But, that leaves ac upstairs... better than nothing.
I made potato salad last night, and set up a mustard, vinegar, salt, and pepper marinade on ribs for later. Remember, rather than eating out, buying good meats? Chicken and hotdogs last time. Ribs and potato salad this time. If you split costs, over each night, I doubt if $5 per person has been spent, if certainly less than $10. When the potato salad is gone, coleslaw. And maybe brots, or masher burgers. Perhaps both, I like to have two entées... in man speak, entées are meats.
I have to start cooking around 16:00. Reheating on the grill as a finishing touch, if required or requested. I best check on bbq sauce. Too late to add on, but might be good for a dipping sauce. Not how I do anymore, but someone might. Hmm, I'd like to sample the potato salad cold as well... flavor, spice, check. Later.
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
Just a trip to town.
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Back to bed at 10:30. A couple of calls and a text woke me at 16:00. Not fresh contacts, but near. A trip to town? I didn't have to drive. There were a few things I needed. So, sure. I won't do midday trips for the rest of the summer. Too hot. A few varieties of cat food, treats, and hooks for the clothesline pulleys.
Way too hot. I just can't get to town between 10:30 and probably 20:00, save perhaps with solid ac going, and just for a grocery store pickup. I tried to buy something but was rejected. I, initially, thought my bank was messing around again. Nope, just hit the daily limit with bills and orders. All good, after all. I checked online at home. They are still supporting blm somewhat passively. I am still looking for a new, apolitical, bank.
After I got home, and opened things up, I heard a duck raising a fuss. I caught a dog attacking one. It looked like it killed the duck, so I started chasing the dog. The owner came over. Couldn't find the duck. However, none of them have returned. I found a few, but had to grab one and walk it in. The other little ones escaped, if I don't think that was all of them.
An attack on the first day. I am not sure... of anything. If that chased the little ones off, I will want that dog dead. If I find several dead, same. Plus replacements. On the first day. At least I caught it. I'd best not catch it on my land again. I know the owner's brother. I'll call him, when I know more.
So hot. Should cool before long. Later, or good night.
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All present and accounted. It was too dark to do a damage assessment. Locked in, doubly, for the night. Food and water set. Still, this... is a problem. I may see if I have enough wood and wire to create a larger caged tractor for the little ones, anyway. I think the big ones know how to hide well. Still, I best not find a dog sniffing around.
When the little ones get larger, they can fly... if that won't always save them.
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Back to bed at 10:30. A couple of calls and a text woke me at 16:00. Not fresh contacts, but near. A trip to town? I didn't have to drive. There were a few things I needed. So, sure. I won't do midday trips for the rest of the summer. Too hot. A few varieties of cat food, treats, and hooks for the clothesline pulleys.
Way too hot. I just can't get to town between 10:30 and probably 20:00, save perhaps with solid ac going, and just for a grocery store pickup. I tried to buy something but was rejected. I, initially, thought my bank was messing around again. Nope, just hit the daily limit with bills and orders. All good, after all. I checked online at home. They are still supporting blm somewhat passively. I am still looking for a new, apolitical, bank.
After I got home, and opened things up, I heard a duck raising a fuss. I caught a dog attacking one. It looked like it killed the duck, so I started chasing the dog. The owner came over. Couldn't find the duck. However, none of them have returned. I found a few, but had to grab one and walk it in. The other little ones escaped, if I don't think that was all of them.
An attack on the first day. I am not sure... of anything. If that chased the little ones off, I will want that dog dead. If I find several dead, same. Plus replacements. On the first day. At least I caught it. I'd best not catch it on my land again. I know the owner's brother. I'll call him, when I know more.
So hot. Should cool before long. Later, or good night.
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All present and accounted. It was too dark to do a damage assessment. Locked in, doubly, for the night. Food and water set. Still, this... is a problem. I may see if I have enough wood and wire to create a larger caged tractor for the little ones, anyway. I think the big ones know how to hide well. Still, I best not find a dog sniffing around.
When the little ones get larger, they can fly... if that won't always save them.
That's different.
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I had hoped to be asleep by 02:00, or earlier. As 2:00 came and went, every next hour or half hour marker became the next goal. It wasn't until 04:23 when I was finally able to lift and go on to bed. As to getting up earlier, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve. First, turning ac off and opening windows. Fans were going, but as the morning air warms, that wakes me. As well, leaving the door open so the girls can beg.
The upstairs was 70° when begging started, at around 08:00. It took half an hour, with the girls tag team begging. One would beg for three to five, take a break of similar length, then the other would start. Had to laugh, that is how we worked it as kids... a wolf pack mentality. By a bit after 08:30, I... surrendered.
It was still 70° upstairs. I worried that it had heated downstairs too. Nope, it was 67° in the main downstairs, but 59° in the front room? Wow. Outside, by 09:10, read around 60°. A rather cool night for reaching to the 90°s during the day. Happy for it. Last night and this morning is very good.
Even if the rest of July, and August, are blazing, we have had a good summer, a cooler one anyway. But Augusts have generally been cooler summer months. It is just that I couldn't acclimate well to the local heat, initially, so couldn't initially see the difference. Even now, heat fatigue will limit the benefit of slight cooling, unless it is profound.
I am hoping to wake and pick up sticks, possibly mow, before it warms too much yet today. Not sure, with so little sleep. Will see. On to waking, or crawling back to bed.
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I had hoped to be asleep by 02:00, or earlier. As 2:00 came and went, every next hour or half hour marker became the next goal. It wasn't until 04:23 when I was finally able to lift and go on to bed. As to getting up earlier, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve. First, turning ac off and opening windows. Fans were going, but as the morning air warms, that wakes me. As well, leaving the door open so the girls can beg.
The upstairs was 70° when begging started, at around 08:00. It took half an hour, with the girls tag team begging. One would beg for three to five, take a break of similar length, then the other would start. Had to laugh, that is how we worked it as kids... a wolf pack mentality. By a bit after 08:30, I... surrendered.
It was still 70° upstairs. I worried that it had heated downstairs too. Nope, it was 67° in the main downstairs, but 59° in the front room? Wow. Outside, by 09:10, read around 60°. A rather cool night for reaching to the 90°s during the day. Happy for it. Last night and this morning is very good.
Even if the rest of July, and August, are blazing, we have had a good summer, a cooler one anyway. But Augusts have generally been cooler summer months. It is just that I couldn't acclimate well to the local heat, initially, so couldn't initially see the difference. Even now, heat fatigue will limit the benefit of slight cooling, unless it is profound.
I am hoping to wake and pick up sticks, possibly mow, before it warms too much yet today. Not sure, with so little sleep. Will see. On to waking, or crawling back to bed.
Tuesday, July 7, 2020
A good bit.
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More yet? The first post, for the clothesline, was cut and lag bolted together. An 8' x 6" x 4" was used as the main post. A 6' x 4" x 4" was used for the 45° crossbars and top beam. Cutting and assembly were snaps. Having two people sure helped. Only one of the two bags of foam cement replacement was needed. I did add crossbars below the surface of the dirt.
It was 82 to 86° while working, and in full sun. That part got to me. Oh, and a deadbolt for the garage was secured. The heat while even helping with that got to me. The direct sun, however, was what really trampled me. All good. It is being left to settle tonight. I am hoping to cut the extra from the wood down, to allow fast water drainage.
Tomorrow the other post, hopefully, will go up. Oh, I put the underground braces in incorrectly. They should have been on the west and north or south side, to allow resistance to line forces. They will still help, just not as much as they could have. Live and learn. The next pair will need to be east and north or south.
The ducks are doing well. Tomorrow, after sticks in case I can finish then mow, they will be let out. I can only hope they will not chase each other off, simply run off, and return easily. I will have the pool reset and food out for them. And, as possible, I will check on them. While muscovys can fly, I think my teens are too young. That will help them with some potential predatos, but not with bigger hawks and owls.
I was hoping to to more tonight, but I think I've hit a brick wall. A shower, putting up leftovers, and crashing early tonight, I think. It is down to between 71° and 72° in here and was well before midnight. That may be why sleepiness is hitting so hard and fast. A shower will finish the night. Good night.
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More yet? The first post, for the clothesline, was cut and lag bolted together. An 8' x 6" x 4" was used as the main post. A 6' x 4" x 4" was used for the 45° crossbars and top beam. Cutting and assembly were snaps. Having two people sure helped. Only one of the two bags of foam cement replacement was needed. I did add crossbars below the surface of the dirt.
It was 82 to 86° while working, and in full sun. That part got to me. Oh, and a deadbolt for the garage was secured. The heat while even helping with that got to me. The direct sun, however, was what really trampled me. All good. It is being left to settle tonight. I am hoping to cut the extra from the wood down, to allow fast water drainage.
Tomorrow the other post, hopefully, will go up. Oh, I put the underground braces in incorrectly. They should have been on the west and north or south side, to allow resistance to line forces. They will still help, just not as much as they could have. Live and learn. The next pair will need to be east and north or south.
The ducks are doing well. Tomorrow, after sticks in case I can finish then mow, they will be let out. I can only hope they will not chase each other off, simply run off, and return easily. I will have the pool reset and food out for them. And, as possible, I will check on them. While muscovys can fly, I think my teens are too young. That will help them with some potential predatos, but not with bigger hawks and owls.
I was hoping to to more tonight, but I think I've hit a brick wall. A shower, putting up leftovers, and crashing early tonight, I think. It is down to between 71° and 72° in here and was well before midnight. That may be why sleepiness is hitting so hard and fast. A shower will finish the night. Good night.
Later and later.
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It was after six when I went to sleep. Between needing to cool and relax, plus simply enjoying the cool of the night, sleep wasn't an option. Some cooking yesterday. As well as most dishes and a counter. Hopefully, tonight, the few remaining dishes, the counters including freezer top, and cleaning the bathroom. A shower, plus a cooling soak later... in an attempt to get to bed earlier. As well, maybe, putting in one of the clothes line posts.
IF all that gets done, and I can sleep earlier, perhaps I can work on the twigs and branches tomorrow morning. If not finish, half or a third? The goal is to finish, so I can mow. The whole lawn needs it. If sticks are picked up, it goes very quickly. Hmm. After, the ducks will be let out. Their first romp on their new playground. A bit nervous, but hopeful.
I will try to push heat tolerances a bit, while avoiding unnecessary excesses. I best check the ducks. The hens are laying twice a day. It's the teens goosing the ganders extra, or some such. More hay in with them. We'll see what else. I am surprised, if happily, I haven't found and dead. But it could happen. There are too many, so the old drake can't focus well enough on one. And the little ones have learned dodge-fu.
I'd best get to waking. Later.
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It was after six when I went to sleep. Between needing to cool and relax, plus simply enjoying the cool of the night, sleep wasn't an option. Some cooking yesterday. As well as most dishes and a counter. Hopefully, tonight, the few remaining dishes, the counters including freezer top, and cleaning the bathroom. A shower, plus a cooling soak later... in an attempt to get to bed earlier. As well, maybe, putting in one of the clothes line posts.
IF all that gets done, and I can sleep earlier, perhaps I can work on the twigs and branches tomorrow morning. If not finish, half or a third? The goal is to finish, so I can mow. The whole lawn needs it. If sticks are picked up, it goes very quickly. Hmm. After, the ducks will be let out. Their first romp on their new playground. A bit nervous, but hopeful.
I will try to push heat tolerances a bit, while avoiding unnecessary excesses. I best check the ducks. The hens are laying twice a day. It's the teens goosing the ganders extra, or some such. More hay in with them. We'll see what else. I am surprised, if happily, I haven't found and dead. But it could happen. There are too many, so the old drake can't focus well enough on one. And the little ones have learned dodge-fu.
I'd best get to waking. Later.
Monday, July 6, 2020
Awake and good.
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Not much done last night. Down quite late, or early, depending on which side of that fence you are nearest... 04:30, give or take a quarter. I wanted to be to sleep. I also wanted to do chores. Small chores were done, nothing completely. Trash was gathered and set to the curb. Today I have to get to it.
I woke an hour ago. It was 68° or 69°, depending on what height, upstairs. It was 71° in my main room. It was 86° outside. First job is to check on the birds. The senior drake is being mean. I may see if I can let them out alone... wait... getting them all back in might be too tricky. It's all or nothing and I don't think they are ready. A few more days.
Dishes, counters, a shower, and foods. Yeah. After I finish waking. Though, perhaps, a trim and shower first? Maybe. Just to get it going. Later.
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Not much done last night. Down quite late, or early, depending on which side of that fence you are nearest... 04:30, give or take a quarter. I wanted to be to sleep. I also wanted to do chores. Small chores were done, nothing completely. Trash was gathered and set to the curb. Today I have to get to it.
I woke an hour ago. It was 68° or 69°, depending on what height, upstairs. It was 71° in my main room. It was 86° outside. First job is to check on the birds. The senior drake is being mean. I may see if I can let them out alone... wait... getting them all back in might be too tricky. It's all or nothing and I don't think they are ready. A few more days.
Dishes, counters, a shower, and foods. Yeah. After I finish waking. Though, perhaps, a trim and shower first? Maybe. Just to get it going. Later.
The strangest sounds in the air.
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A dream, daydream, vision? When was it heard? A day, two, ago? It's been coming together for a while. It was being... implemented... before it happened. I... remember... some things. But the times and dates are out of synchronization. It doesn't make any sense you would understand. I am used to that though.
Pray? Prey? Predator. A new one spoke without words.
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A dream, daydream, vision? When was it heard? A day, two, ago? It's been coming together for a while. It was being... implemented... before it happened. I... remember... some things. But the times and dates are out of synchronization. It doesn't make any sense you would understand. I am used to that though.
Pray? Prey? Predator. A new one spoke without words.
Sunday, July 5, 2020
A slow day.
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No need to water anywhere tonight. I also couldn't get out to pick up sticks. Every time I went out for one thing or another, I overheated too quickly. It was down to 82°, from 88° as a high, a good several hours before sundown. It doesn't always go so well. By 22:30, it was 64°, perhaps 62°. I don't know if it will drop much more, but it could.
I was out grilling a few hotdogs. Great big sausages, not quite a hotdog, if not a brot or other sausage. No backbite that a lot of hotdogs have, and without the fat of heavier full-on sausages. Grilled to blackened blisters, just right. More fireworks made the effort more enjoyable.
Dishes were set to soak. Trash and cat litter are partially finished. That will be done yet tonight, and to the curb. I am hoping to finish dishes yet tonight, set up another load, and clear off counters. If done quickly enough, coleslaw and potato salad is planned. Tonight, or tomorrow. And at least sweeping the bathroom. But that will be it, at best. If I can get going. Later.
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No need to water anywhere tonight. I also couldn't get out to pick up sticks. Every time I went out for one thing or another, I overheated too quickly. It was down to 82°, from 88° as a high, a good several hours before sundown. It doesn't always go so well. By 22:30, it was 64°, perhaps 62°. I don't know if it will drop much more, but it could.
I was out grilling a few hotdogs. Great big sausages, not quite a hotdog, if not a brot or other sausage. No backbite that a lot of hotdogs have, and without the fat of heavier full-on sausages. Grilled to blackened blisters, just right. More fireworks made the effort more enjoyable.
Dishes were set to soak. Trash and cat litter are partially finished. That will be done yet tonight, and to the curb. I am hoping to finish dishes yet tonight, set up another load, and clear off counters. If done quickly enough, coleslaw and potato salad is planned. Tonight, or tomorrow. And at least sweeping the bathroom. But that will be it, at best. If I can get going. Later.
Well?
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A hard start. Down sometime after four. Up at about 14:30. It was, and is, 73° downstairs. It was 68° upstairs, with both ac's and a fan going. I turned one ac off. I feared, as late as I was up, with windows and all open, the downstairs might be intolerable. 73° is warm, but it will almost always be that warm at that time, usually hotter, actually, windows closed or not.
It is 84° outside. So I really was surprised that it hadn't jumped to the high 70°s inside. The ducks have been checked. Oh, boy did they eat! I now suspect their subdued initial feeding was because of shock. Perhaps they are teens, as ducks go. And, I think I have four boys and only two gals, by size. If so, I'd just want six or eight more hens, and will still harvest a drake or two when sized well. When I first got them, they were all about the same size. With all the food they can eat, and no major competition for it or other stresses, the extra food is going straight to size. The boys look to be about fifty percent larger than the females now. They will end up about twice the size.
Beside goats, I really am thinking of geese and or turkeys. Just enough for holiday eating, and some defense. You simply can't beat homeraised fowl, if you can afford it. I am hoping rabbits are at least as good. Goats? I don't know, but I suspect it would be good food? All lean, but I can adjust for that. I won't mess with the milk though. I do like it, but it is intense if you do it safely. I would ask for a quart, if someone else wanted the rest... a portion for feed, care, and access.
Today? I am hoping to get the kitchen and bathroom cleaned, then make potato salad or coleslaw, perhaps a small portion of both. I also need to get water in the fridge to cool. When out feeding the ducks, I set the sprinkler to water another section of the front lawn. I may get out and pick up sticks on the wider side lawn... or get started, and see where else needs water. I wasn't sure about watering tonight, but if another area needs it... an hour, here and there, as needed, should do. But only as the sun clears wherever.
I did talk to my mother and texed my brother. I... often forget. I had other folk in mind, but... well, I got going and forgot. Two out of eight, local and far, is greatly superior to zero out of many! Not much, just well wishing and inquiring about food! Food inquiries are a reason to call all by themselves. I could see calling people, randomly, on holidays, just to ask what they are serving. - Who is this again? Oh, you don't know me, I was just hungrily curious. Have a Happy, Merry, Etc., XXX Day! :p
Well, on to finishing waking. Perhaps a cooling shower and or soak. Then to work.
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A hard start. Down sometime after four. Up at about 14:30. It was, and is, 73° downstairs. It was 68° upstairs, with both ac's and a fan going. I turned one ac off. I feared, as late as I was up, with windows and all open, the downstairs might be intolerable. 73° is warm, but it will almost always be that warm at that time, usually hotter, actually, windows closed or not.
It is 84° outside. So I really was surprised that it hadn't jumped to the high 70°s inside. The ducks have been checked. Oh, boy did they eat! I now suspect their subdued initial feeding was because of shock. Perhaps they are teens, as ducks go. And, I think I have four boys and only two gals, by size. If so, I'd just want six or eight more hens, and will still harvest a drake or two when sized well. When I first got them, they were all about the same size. With all the food they can eat, and no major competition for it or other stresses, the extra food is going straight to size. The boys look to be about fifty percent larger than the females now. They will end up about twice the size.
Beside goats, I really am thinking of geese and or turkeys. Just enough for holiday eating, and some defense. You simply can't beat homeraised fowl, if you can afford it. I am hoping rabbits are at least as good. Goats? I don't know, but I suspect it would be good food? All lean, but I can adjust for that. I won't mess with the milk though. I do like it, but it is intense if you do it safely. I would ask for a quart, if someone else wanted the rest... a portion for feed, care, and access.
Today? I am hoping to get the kitchen and bathroom cleaned, then make potato salad or coleslaw, perhaps a small portion of both. I also need to get water in the fridge to cool. When out feeding the ducks, I set the sprinkler to water another section of the front lawn. I may get out and pick up sticks on the wider side lawn... or get started, and see where else needs water. I wasn't sure about watering tonight, but if another area needs it... an hour, here and there, as needed, should do. But only as the sun clears wherever.
I did talk to my mother and texed my brother. I... often forget. I had other folk in mind, but... well, I got going and forgot. Two out of eight, local and far, is greatly superior to zero out of many! Not much, just well wishing and inquiring about food! Food inquiries are a reason to call all by themselves. I could see calling people, randomly, on holidays, just to ask what they are serving. - Who is this again? Oh, you don't know me, I was just hungrily curious. Have a Happy, Merry, Etc., XXX Day! :p
Well, on to finishing waking. Perhaps a cooling shower and or soak. Then to work.
Saturday, July 4, 2020
Happy Fourth!
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A bright, hot, shiny day hereabouts. It was 86° out there last time I looked. I have a feeling it will end hotter by a few to a decade or two degrees. It is 73° in here, but that won't last. It may well hit 77°, depending on outside. Yes siree, summer is back on for the fourth, and fair enough.
I won't do any real work today. But I will wash dishes so as to have a meal, and cook... grill?, something simple. While checking the ducks, and showing them to a neighbor, I then set up the sprinkler to hit a quarter of the front and side yards. I only water at dusk or later, only for an hour or two... uhrm, usually.
The ducks are looking good. My senior ladies hadn't laid yesterday. No surprise. Both laid this morning, but not until later it seems. Hopefully they will settle down to laying first light by week's end. No one is leaving the pen until things are settled. Though, with food in with them, by needs of confinement, they may not settle as easily. Something about being hungry gets them to lay eggs so as to eat more? Or hurry to the feeder faster? *quack, wadddle, lay, quack, sprint* *quack quack!*
Oh, right. I knew it was Saturday, but being the fourth, not ending up sleeping until five... as it turned out, I didn't leave the door unlocked. But, getting farm fresh raw, they don't have holidays. I would guess they might, minimally, lose production, or even kill some animals, by not milking on a random day. Two milkings, like clockwork, or dire troubles. So, fresh is in.
While I won't do much work today, I will get out, maybe lightly pick up sticks... more to get used to the heat, and be able to enjoy the comparative interior cool. It sure seems to be darkening out there, if I hadn't seen any thick, or many, clouds? Strange. Maybe the trees are having more impact than I remember? All good.
Life is good. I'll try to enjoy this day. I hope you are able as well. Oh... I'll leave the flag out and up this weekend. But plan to take it in at night, putting it out during the day. I am, after all, proud to be an American. A real one. Make it a year in prison for burning the flag, permanently staying on their record... no federal or state work for them... no federal or state education or welfare assistance, not even subcontracting... and aliens, legal or not, deported, and a $10k fine, exempt the scotus from interfering, and allow citizen arrests. Cheers!
Later.
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A bright, hot, shiny day hereabouts. It was 86° out there last time I looked. I have a feeling it will end hotter by a few to a decade or two degrees. It is 73° in here, but that won't last. It may well hit 77°, depending on outside. Yes siree, summer is back on for the fourth, and fair enough.
I won't do any real work today. But I will wash dishes so as to have a meal, and cook... grill?, something simple. While checking the ducks, and showing them to a neighbor, I then set up the sprinkler to hit a quarter of the front and side yards. I only water at dusk or later, only for an hour or two... uhrm, usually.
The ducks are looking good. My senior ladies hadn't laid yesterday. No surprise. Both laid this morning, but not until later it seems. Hopefully they will settle down to laying first light by week's end. No one is leaving the pen until things are settled. Though, with food in with them, by needs of confinement, they may not settle as easily. Something about being hungry gets them to lay eggs so as to eat more? Or hurry to the feeder faster? *quack, wadddle, lay, quack, sprint* *quack quack!*
Oh, right. I knew it was Saturday, but being the fourth, not ending up sleeping until five... as it turned out, I didn't leave the door unlocked. But, getting farm fresh raw, they don't have holidays. I would guess they might, minimally, lose production, or even kill some animals, by not milking on a random day. Two milkings, like clockwork, or dire troubles. So, fresh is in.
While I won't do much work today, I will get out, maybe lightly pick up sticks... more to get used to the heat, and be able to enjoy the comparative interior cool. It sure seems to be darkening out there, if I hadn't seen any thick, or many, clouds? Strange. Maybe the trees are having more impact than I remember? All good.
Life is good. I'll try to enjoy this day. I hope you are able as well. Oh... I'll leave the flag out and up this weekend. But plan to take it in at night, putting it out during the day. I am, after all, proud to be an American. A real one. Make it a year in prison for burning the flag, permanently staying on their record... no federal or state work for them... no federal or state education or welfare assistance, not even subcontracting... and aliens, legal or not, deported, and a $10k fine, exempt the scotus from interfering, and allow citizen arrests. Cheers!
Later.
A splendid evening.
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A wonderful night. A quarter to one, 72° main and front rooms, but a cool feeling 72°, 60° outdoors, with everything open and fans going. It's as perfect a night as could be hoped. I haven't opened upstairs, which was 68° when I came down. I wasn't going to either, not making a special trip to open up.
However, a bit surprisingly, I may be going back to bed. I'm not exhausted, merely... ready. It is if I had a simple but full day, rather than the sort of mess that the last two days were regarding sleep, burning, not sleeping, and else. Strange, but if it allows me to keep to days, then so be it.
I wonder, if after stressing the last few days, pushing through heat, exhaustion, and what effort I could, that heat acclimatization is returning vastly quicker than usual. If only because I pushed hard the last time too? Tortuous, believe me. I worked beyond points were I thought I would pass out three or four times in the last few days, or vomit a few others, if some moments seemed they might go either way. I was... curious. I don't think making it through, or pushing through, is usual. I... didn't complain, or suggest the severity, if I requested ac loading a bit once or twice, of the five or seven incidents.
I feel almost deliriously good tonight. Fresh, if ready to rest, and mostly cool to almost cold... a zone of my greatest comfort. Yes, shortly, a good night of sleep. I took painpills to make sure nothing ruins this night. I can sense a host of pains attempting to sneak by my conscious pain firewall as my consciousness wanes. I... have pushed. But I won't face the consequences, or not tonight. Good night.
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A wonderful night. A quarter to one, 72° main and front rooms, but a cool feeling 72°, 60° outdoors, with everything open and fans going. It's as perfect a night as could be hoped. I haven't opened upstairs, which was 68° when I came down. I wasn't going to either, not making a special trip to open up.
However, a bit surprisingly, I may be going back to bed. I'm not exhausted, merely... ready. It is if I had a simple but full day, rather than the sort of mess that the last two days were regarding sleep, burning, not sleeping, and else. Strange, but if it allows me to keep to days, then so be it.
I wonder, if after stressing the last few days, pushing through heat, exhaustion, and what effort I could, that heat acclimatization is returning vastly quicker than usual. If only because I pushed hard the last time too? Tortuous, believe me. I worked beyond points were I thought I would pass out three or four times in the last few days, or vomit a few others, if some moments seemed they might go either way. I was... curious. I don't think making it through, or pushing through, is usual. I... didn't complain, or suggest the severity, if I requested ac loading a bit once or twice, of the five or seven incidents.
I feel almost deliriously good tonight. Fresh, if ready to rest, and mostly cool to almost cold... a zone of my greatest comfort. Yes, shortly, a good night of sleep. I took painpills to make sure nothing ruins this night. I can sense a host of pains attempting to sneak by my conscious pain firewall as my consciousness wanes. I... have pushed. But I won't face the consequences, or not tonight. Good night.
Friday, July 3, 2020
What a ride!
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Whether you collected or I wrote it, or directly enough, I wasn't able too cool enough, thus sleep, last night. The corona of fire stayed with me until around 6:30. But I had agreed to finish shopping this morning. So I just got ready. He arrived a bit later, but he was a zombie leaving last night, so, yea.
While doing a few final things, checking lists, and such, he remembered something else I had hoped to do but had stalled as I didn't think I had silicon to seal the outdoor screws, for the flag mount. He knew were some was, it was still good, and he grabbed it along with the flag and gear. Up! The flag and staff, before this fourth! I'd like to get a 25' to 40' pole up, adding a state flag perhaps. But, for now, for today, this will do. Boss will ask his boss what a flag pole would take. I just want a better estimate of hole depth, cement preference, and possible rebar notions, whether thos circular cement pour molds is needed, and such. Not for real soon, but a few years.
Then out to it. I was baking at 85°. I could make it in the first two stores. The last ones not so much. But we had things in the back of the truck, so I did "guard duty"... and prayed no dindu grabbed and ran. Thirty pounds of charcoal isn't as a thin screen tv, and implies work of some sort, so I was mostly safe.
I was absolutely fried by our return. Want to help with his chicken coop, was the cute, and meant to be cute, question of the day from his side. As I said, I'd love to help. There simply isn't a way! The groceries were brought in, the ducks checked... trying to check on them three or four times a day, cooled as possible, and crashed hard.
I woke at what I thought was nearing 19:00. So I called my mom. After dialing, I realized it was nearing 21:00 here, not 19:00! I let it ring through, 22:00 there. She picked up. No problem, she said. I told her about the progress with rabbits. Then about the ducks. I doubted if either would excite her, she really didn't like most critter food.
Muscovy, she asked... it is what her mother had raised. Different, better tasting. She loved the taste of muscovy. That was quite a surprise. If production gets going, I may have to figure a way to get her a bird... if she would want one. Though that might mean driving it there. States, big business, and the feds are dangerously greedy about taxes, commerce controls, taxes, with any real health and safety merely being background cover for power and greed. You know it, don't look at me funny.
The ducks were checked a final time. Their water was low. How to water without risk of escape? Spray from the lower inner fence! A bit messy, got the quackles stirred, but more effective and far less messy than initially imagined. I have two wash pales of water in with them, with triple the birds. Their food is barely touched, which is fine. The little ones are more like preteens than teens. Things are settling. It even looks like rather than fearing the new younglings, the elders are standing between the babies and me defensively. Usually the don't fear me, but it was too dark for them to know it was me. I had to use a flashlight myself. All good.
I am hoping to try to catch up a bit tonight. A few fireworks have been lit, perhaps practice and done, maybe more. I love the sights, sounds, and sometimes odors. So all good there too. Reminds me when everyone was an American and the vast majority loved our country. Now there are country stars and stations, catholic hysterics on the radio, and converged sports even to nascar which simply have to be dropped, turned off, and tuned out. They will have to hate America without me. Later.
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Whether you collected or I wrote it, or directly enough, I wasn't able too cool enough, thus sleep, last night. The corona of fire stayed with me until around 6:30. But I had agreed to finish shopping this morning. So I just got ready. He arrived a bit later, but he was a zombie leaving last night, so, yea.
While doing a few final things, checking lists, and such, he remembered something else I had hoped to do but had stalled as I didn't think I had silicon to seal the outdoor screws, for the flag mount. He knew were some was, it was still good, and he grabbed it along with the flag and gear. Up! The flag and staff, before this fourth! I'd like to get a 25' to 40' pole up, adding a state flag perhaps. But, for now, for today, this will do. Boss will ask his boss what a flag pole would take. I just want a better estimate of hole depth, cement preference, and possible rebar notions, whether thos circular cement pour molds is needed, and such. Not for real soon, but a few years.
Then out to it. I was baking at 85°. I could make it in the first two stores. The last ones not so much. But we had things in the back of the truck, so I did "guard duty"... and prayed no dindu grabbed and ran. Thirty pounds of charcoal isn't as a thin screen tv, and implies work of some sort, so I was mostly safe.
I was absolutely fried by our return. Want to help with his chicken coop, was the cute, and meant to be cute, question of the day from his side. As I said, I'd love to help. There simply isn't a way! The groceries were brought in, the ducks checked... trying to check on them three or four times a day, cooled as possible, and crashed hard.
I woke at what I thought was nearing 19:00. So I called my mom. After dialing, I realized it was nearing 21:00 here, not 19:00! I let it ring through, 22:00 there. She picked up. No problem, she said. I told her about the progress with rabbits. Then about the ducks. I doubted if either would excite her, she really didn't like most critter food.
Muscovy, she asked... it is what her mother had raised. Different, better tasting. She loved the taste of muscovy. That was quite a surprise. If production gets going, I may have to figure a way to get her a bird... if she would want one. Though that might mean driving it there. States, big business, and the feds are dangerously greedy about taxes, commerce controls, taxes, with any real health and safety merely being background cover for power and greed. You know it, don't look at me funny.
The ducks were checked a final time. Their water was low. How to water without risk of escape? Spray from the lower inner fence! A bit messy, got the quackles stirred, but more effective and far less messy than initially imagined. I have two wash pales of water in with them, with triple the birds. Their food is barely touched, which is fine. The little ones are more like preteens than teens. Things are settling. It even looks like rather than fearing the new younglings, the elders are standing between the babies and me defensively. Usually the don't fear me, but it was too dark for them to know it was me. I had to use a flashlight myself. All good.
I am hoping to try to catch up a bit tonight. A few fireworks have been lit, perhaps practice and done, maybe more. I love the sights, sounds, and sometimes odors. So all good there too. Reminds me when everyone was an American and the vast majority loved our country. Now there are country stars and stations, catholic hysterics on the radio, and converged sports even to nascar which simply have to be dropped, turned off, and tuned out. They will have to hate America without me. Later.
Quite the day.
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Not much at home. Cats, ducks, some food, and a shower.
Then out. To me it was blazing out there. It has heated far too fast. Still, in to town for shopping. A good setup of foods purchased. All but brots and a few other things bought, not available. Not a whine. I suspect our food supply is being... supplemented. They, neither party, is bragging, because they don't want us to panic buy. Although I give greater credit to one man, most likely. The others don't really see why pocket change (to them) should be squandered on "peasants". Yea, including repubs in my own state, definitely at the fed level. Anyway, the missed items will be bought soon.
As well, a bit of hardware store shopping beforehand. A bit of price checking, and lag bolts, is it?, for the clothesline post assembly. Those will test our cordless machines! We'll definitely have a contest with those... Makita versus Dewalt. With my flex 20v/60v 9ah batteries, I think I'll bury the competition, and lag bolts. We'll see. Hmm, best make sure the batteries are charged and fully operational before dealing with the rebels. :p
A bit late, but on to the rabbit lady. The gps system had us stopped in front of a message parlor? Seriously. I was so tired it didn't show, but I was tearring up, inside, with laughter. I texted. All she wrote back was "no". I then typed in the address. She texted back "yes". Still riotously laughing inside, I looked around for the address marker. It was pointing away from the road, towards the house, but was clear. Ah, two more country blocks. That worked.
I simply knocked and all was good, if I was melting in the heat. We looked over the rabbits. I do think 24" deep is enough, with 3' lengths, for the does. And 2' x 2' will work for the bucks. Now I just need to find the right materials for the cages... the best prices for the sizes wanted. I would like them 16" or 20" high, mostly to add a second story for more floor space when the kits get bigger.
I chose six rabbits... two known good but still young breeders of each sex, plus four kits. Oh, breeding? Ten minutes and two rides, then out. They even gave me mats and watering bowls... a large grouping of them! I paid half up front, happily. As well, I clarified that while I hope to have everything bought and set yet this month, it may run to September. She had no problem with that.
As we were leaving, she pointed out her muscovy ducklings. I was absolutely amazed. The perfect meat and egg "duck" (not related to any other duck, more closely related to geese). I... chatted about them, from what I had heard. I didn't think they were for sale. I have checked around to no luck. Ten per, to my surprise. Ready to go today. Hmm? Well? DEFINITELY!
I wanted four hens and two drakes. Still pretty young, so sexing was hit or miss. If too many end up male, I'll buy more females, or the opposite. So, I am a proud new papa of more quackles! Grandpa? All good. I let my original ducks in the hutch first, as I... figured the younglings would frighten them from going in. And would follow them.
Yep. Like following new gods. But, after realizing that running would just make them follow the more, the elders relaxed. And the little ones just collected together, if as close to their new idols as possible. Trajedy may ensue. Or it will all work out. The wheels are now in motion. The show will play out as it must.
I chill as I write. It's 69°, but seems 80° to me. A bit more cooling, then to bed. Maybe a shower if I can't cool a lot better, soon. Good night.
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Not much at home. Cats, ducks, some food, and a shower.
Then out. To me it was blazing out there. It has heated far too fast. Still, in to town for shopping. A good setup of foods purchased. All but brots and a few other things bought, not available. Not a whine. I suspect our food supply is being... supplemented. They, neither party, is bragging, because they don't want us to panic buy. Although I give greater credit to one man, most likely. The others don't really see why pocket change (to them) should be squandered on "peasants". Yea, including repubs in my own state, definitely at the fed level. Anyway, the missed items will be bought soon.
As well, a bit of hardware store shopping beforehand. A bit of price checking, and lag bolts, is it?, for the clothesline post assembly. Those will test our cordless machines! We'll definitely have a contest with those... Makita versus Dewalt. With my flex 20v/60v 9ah batteries, I think I'll bury the competition, and lag bolts. We'll see. Hmm, best make sure the batteries are charged and fully operational before dealing with the rebels. :p
A bit late, but on to the rabbit lady. The gps system had us stopped in front of a message parlor? Seriously. I was so tired it didn't show, but I was tearring up, inside, with laughter. I texted. All she wrote back was "no". I then typed in the address. She texted back "yes". Still riotously laughing inside, I looked around for the address marker. It was pointing away from the road, towards the house, but was clear. Ah, two more country blocks. That worked.
I simply knocked and all was good, if I was melting in the heat. We looked over the rabbits. I do think 24" deep is enough, with 3' lengths, for the does. And 2' x 2' will work for the bucks. Now I just need to find the right materials for the cages... the best prices for the sizes wanted. I would like them 16" or 20" high, mostly to add a second story for more floor space when the kits get bigger.
I chose six rabbits... two known good but still young breeders of each sex, plus four kits. Oh, breeding? Ten minutes and two rides, then out. They even gave me mats and watering bowls... a large grouping of them! I paid half up front, happily. As well, I clarified that while I hope to have everything bought and set yet this month, it may run to September. She had no problem with that.
As we were leaving, she pointed out her muscovy ducklings. I was absolutely amazed. The perfect meat and egg "duck" (not related to any other duck, more closely related to geese). I... chatted about them, from what I had heard. I didn't think they were for sale. I have checked around to no luck. Ten per, to my surprise. Ready to go today. Hmm? Well? DEFINITELY!
I wanted four hens and two drakes. Still pretty young, so sexing was hit or miss. If too many end up male, I'll buy more females, or the opposite. So, I am a proud new papa of more quackles! Grandpa? All good. I let my original ducks in the hutch first, as I... figured the younglings would frighten them from going in. And would follow them.
Yep. Like following new gods. But, after realizing that running would just make them follow the more, the elders relaxed. And the little ones just collected together, if as close to their new idols as possible. Trajedy may ensue. Or it will all work out. The wheels are now in motion. The show will play out as it must.
I chill as I write. It's 69°, but seems 80° to me. A bit more cooling, then to bed. Maybe a shower if I can't cool a lot better, soon. Good night.
Thursday, July 2, 2020
Summer has returned.
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Two days ago, the high was 50°. Yesterday it was 70°. Today it is nearly 80°. Shifting right along. With windows open and just a fan on slow, it was 68° upstairs. Downstairs it was 67°. That won't last. I closed the upstairs windows and turned on one ac. Nothing to be done downstairs, it was all shut up, as it has been for a long time.
The ducks were quite happy to be let out. When I leave their food outside, getting them out is easy. Though, now that they have a favorite hideway, deep in overgrown bush, they really like being out. Hmm, I may move their food and water closer. There is a nice giant pine which would offer sky cover.
The girls were fed next. Litter was, is, next, but that spot of heat hit me like a ton of bricks. I came back in, brushed the teeth, then was heading to the litter boxes when a wave of exhaustion hit. My body exploded into heat, as if a smoldering heap suddenly hit by gas and a match. A heatscope would expose a flaming corona around me... if true of color, it would be blue flames.
I will post, rest, and cool. Then hit the litter and take a cool shower then soak. The bubbles in the water won't be from beans! :p Oh, and today is the day! A date with delight, if all business. Rabbits. Looking them over. As well, a bit of shopping and looking. Pricing potential caging material in one last place.
And grocery shopping. Rather than eating out, from time to time, I figured out costs and am buying better for less. Compare three bigger fast food meals... a full entree, sides, and drink, plus an extra minor entree... and even a steak. But grilled brots, chicken, hamburger, hot dogs, hamburgers, and whatever is vastly less expensive. Any two of those, and trimmings, are vastly cheaper... except steaks. Throw in a side of baked beans, potato salad, or coleslaw, or even fries as you drive by, and... you save a bundle. Plus, it really is better. Even a few times a week and it really adds up. More for tools! Actually, It'll just keep me from zeroing every month. Probably.
I am really hoping to do the rabbits yet this month. If not, next. Beside the cages, together and up, I need double waterers, hay feeders and hay, feeders and feed, water bottles filled partly and frozen, nesting boxes (these can wait until September or October, no breeding until it cools), and cage dividers. At least.
I am probably going with the 6' x 16" shelving. Depending on how many unrelated lines of rabbits are available... I am sure of two? I will want two to... six or eight? cages, each cage holds two rabbits, each cage costs about $91... I have already purchased fasteners and tools, plus have wood stock for shelving and base legs. I, obviously, won't be building more than a few at a time, three or four max. I would really like four cages, and to expand one way or another, quickly. If I can go with 24" depth and 12" height, the price would be less than $70 per. The height is more the concern. But a mix and match wit 24" depth and 16" height would still be close to $70. Ugh.
Excited. Not just for food, or the processes, but the whole program. You know goats really are next. A few milk/meat mixes to start. Probably never more. In a year or two, if this works out. It is a different world with animals in it. A better world. Oh, I probably won't milk them. Just, I want that left open, as a potential. Or to allow others to access at their leisure and risk. Later.
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Two days ago, the high was 50°. Yesterday it was 70°. Today it is nearly 80°. Shifting right along. With windows open and just a fan on slow, it was 68° upstairs. Downstairs it was 67°. That won't last. I closed the upstairs windows and turned on one ac. Nothing to be done downstairs, it was all shut up, as it has been for a long time.
The ducks were quite happy to be let out. When I leave their food outside, getting them out is easy. Though, now that they have a favorite hideway, deep in overgrown bush, they really like being out. Hmm, I may move their food and water closer. There is a nice giant pine which would offer sky cover.
The girls were fed next. Litter was, is, next, but that spot of heat hit me like a ton of bricks. I came back in, brushed the teeth, then was heading to the litter boxes when a wave of exhaustion hit. My body exploded into heat, as if a smoldering heap suddenly hit by gas and a match. A heatscope would expose a flaming corona around me... if true of color, it would be blue flames.
I will post, rest, and cool. Then hit the litter and take a cool shower then soak. The bubbles in the water won't be from beans! :p Oh, and today is the day! A date with delight, if all business. Rabbits. Looking them over. As well, a bit of shopping and looking. Pricing potential caging material in one last place.
And grocery shopping. Rather than eating out, from time to time, I figured out costs and am buying better for less. Compare three bigger fast food meals... a full entree, sides, and drink, plus an extra minor entree... and even a steak. But grilled brots, chicken, hamburger, hot dogs, hamburgers, and whatever is vastly less expensive. Any two of those, and trimmings, are vastly cheaper... except steaks. Throw in a side of baked beans, potato salad, or coleslaw, or even fries as you drive by, and... you save a bundle. Plus, it really is better. Even a few times a week and it really adds up. More for tools! Actually, It'll just keep me from zeroing every month. Probably.
I am really hoping to do the rabbits yet this month. If not, next. Beside the cages, together and up, I need double waterers, hay feeders and hay, feeders and feed, water bottles filled partly and frozen, nesting boxes (these can wait until September or October, no breeding until it cools), and cage dividers. At least.
I am probably going with the 6' x 16" shelving. Depending on how many unrelated lines of rabbits are available... I am sure of two? I will want two to... six or eight? cages, each cage holds two rabbits, each cage costs about $91... I have already purchased fasteners and tools, plus have wood stock for shelving and base legs. I, obviously, won't be building more than a few at a time, three or four max. I would really like four cages, and to expand one way or another, quickly. If I can go with 24" depth and 12" height, the price would be less than $70 per. The height is more the concern. But a mix and match wit 24" depth and 16" height would still be close to $70. Ugh.
Excited. Not just for food, or the processes, but the whole program. You know goats really are next. A few milk/meat mixes to start. Probably never more. In a year or two, if this works out. It is a different world with animals in it. A better world. Oh, I probably won't milk them. Just, I want that left open, as a potential. Or to allow others to access at their leisure and risk. Later.
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
Food storage notions.
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I have to start by saying variety is absolutely required. I thought I had great variety in canned or pouched meats and fish. Actually I do. But... that's not enough. You really need fresh, from time to time, and varieties of that. I think my bad heart makes that even slightly more difficult, which is why I end up cheating more often.
I am working on raising meat. But, unless you have small fortunes, plenty of time, lots of tools, space, and luck, one doesn't just snap fingers and have one or several meat production operations up and running. Just getting cages or runs, safe enough for reasonable freedoms... but then add in feeders, watering, cleanup, the time needed for those, feed, extra care in extremes, not to mention potential grooming, breeding, and harvesting processes... it takes time to get it going. You begin to live to eat.
I keep asking myself if it is worth it. Regardless of the money, because that isn't what it seems, it is still... yes! And no. If the world went back to pre-Wuhan? Yes, and no. As is, the same. If it gets even a bit worse, then absolutely. It is an asset binding realworld hedge expense. For someone like me, it is probably an all around better bet. Even the work involved is of benefit, light as that actually is.
I am rethinking quantities and varieties this next round back into storage. I can't avoid some foods, like beans. I do need actual wheat berries. I don't need sugar, but it would be a good barter item. Honey, though? Yea. In a world only a bit worse, my insulin sparing sugar replacements simply won't exist. I can add some keto stuff to stores, and do. But shelf-life and expense are major, real, limits. Honey from Egyptian tombs has been found to be edible. For the price, not bad.
It is amazing how much variety is required to not up and stop short at the feedbag. Boredom leads to not eating, which leads to eating the really bad stuff. Fresh meats and vegetables are excellent, from time to time, if too much romaine salads is brutal too... a few times a week, a few weeks a month. I did well until I couldn't eat another, several weeks ago.
Choose wisely. Use your stored foods... except for honey or sugar in my case, unless all else is gone. After canned foods, canning meat, and additions, I'd like to figure out longer term spice and herb storage. Everybody keeps asking if I am back into food storage. Yea, yea I think I am back. Later.
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I have to start by saying variety is absolutely required. I thought I had great variety in canned or pouched meats and fish. Actually I do. But... that's not enough. You really need fresh, from time to time, and varieties of that. I think my bad heart makes that even slightly more difficult, which is why I end up cheating more often.
I am working on raising meat. But, unless you have small fortunes, plenty of time, lots of tools, space, and luck, one doesn't just snap fingers and have one or several meat production operations up and running. Just getting cages or runs, safe enough for reasonable freedoms... but then add in feeders, watering, cleanup, the time needed for those, feed, extra care in extremes, not to mention potential grooming, breeding, and harvesting processes... it takes time to get it going. You begin to live to eat.
I keep asking myself if it is worth it. Regardless of the money, because that isn't what it seems, it is still... yes! And no. If the world went back to pre-Wuhan? Yes, and no. As is, the same. If it gets even a bit worse, then absolutely. It is an asset binding realworld hedge expense. For someone like me, it is probably an all around better bet. Even the work involved is of benefit, light as that actually is.
I am rethinking quantities and varieties this next round back into storage. I can't avoid some foods, like beans. I do need actual wheat berries. I don't need sugar, but it would be a good barter item. Honey, though? Yea. In a world only a bit worse, my insulin sparing sugar replacements simply won't exist. I can add some keto stuff to stores, and do. But shelf-life and expense are major, real, limits. Honey from Egyptian tombs has been found to be edible. For the price, not bad.
It is amazing how much variety is required to not up and stop short at the feedbag. Boredom leads to not eating, which leads to eating the really bad stuff. Fresh meats and vegetables are excellent, from time to time, if too much romaine salads is brutal too... a few times a week, a few weeks a month. I did well until I couldn't eat another, several weeks ago.
Choose wisely. Use your stored foods... except for honey or sugar in my case, unless all else is gone. After canned foods, canning meat, and additions, I'd like to figure out longer term spice and herb storage. Everybody keeps asking if I am back into food storage. Yea, yea I think I am back. Later.
Waking with migraines for a week.
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It tends to create an owly grumpiness that can't be beat. Being the size of a grown black bear could be a problem. I have been trained and had experience through pain, in more feral states, so it's not actually a general problem. However, I would recommend against pushing too hard. Though, you would have to push. And the first thing encountered would be the equivalent of a roar or growl, and some gruffing. That has spared even the defensive team of Iowa State's football team more trouble than they at first thought.
The migraines pass, usually by now. Exertion, earlier in the day, can bring it back... along with the sweats... cold or hot depending on the environment, usually matching... so, cold sweats lately. Sometimes, to check, or like a kid with a fork and electrical outlet just being a stubborn kid... for the third time, I do it anyway.
Not today. Aspirin can help, sometimes. Twice a week, maybe three times if I haven't used it in a while. Almost out, again, through. So today is the first shot at it. But Doom, studies say nothing helps migraines!?! Well, first, stuff studies. How many applicants were merely hoping for free dope? How skewed were the studies for or against any process over the others? How poorly were the studies run, how badly were the statistics mangled by the incompetent, politically correct fops and their quota or alien hires? About the only thing you can be sure about studies is that all their main results are incorrect.
I think my migraines are caused by physical issues, and aspirin eases those. It's a slow chain reaction. Even with caffinated aspirin, it takes from an half hour to two hours, at 2,000 mg, to work. If it works. Additional doses do nothing for several days after. Yeah, light sensitivity, sound sensitivity, and nausea, plus weird other... oddities... swirls of purple to blue... not seen... sensed or visualized? Doesn't help with the nausea.
Getting better this morning. Perhaps a bite. Whether the nausea... hmm... soft right small portions of food help that. Though most foods help. Highly acidic or base are to be avoided, and greasy... though good fats are reasonable. There is a huge difference between fatty and greasy. I don't know what all they fry breakfasts with in most restaurants, but... that is both greasy and acidic? Frying in good butter, real lard or tallow, isn't a problem.
Oh, right. I went shopping, online, this morning. Bits for my router, and odds and end. As well, food. Case lots. I can sometimes get those locally, but I often miss the sales. I did email the group which handles online shopping. But there are so many things wrong, and it sounds like the pandemic may have stressfractured their system. Still. I may have to see if they can do larger lots. By phone if the system won't work, or for me.
I realized my stored food is both dated and scant. So I am restoring supplies as quickly as possible. Ordering 12 cans of something was making me feel better... until I stepped out of the day. I couldn't eat 12 cans of almost anything in one day. But... what about over a month? I would starve on what initially appears as a glut. And, over a year? That is one can a month! Scant!
So... fruits with no sugar added, tomatos of various sorts, corn, beats, peas, even various beans, in multiple case lots. It won't provide even a can a day for a year, but perhaps three cans a week, every other week? It is a start. I need to go through what else is down there, slowly replacing what is dated or consumed, adding a few things, changing out a few others. But it has started.
Right or wrong, true or false, real, imagined, political or even geopolitical, Wuhan virus is upon us, may be returning, and will probably keep returning. Just understand, if dems actually do destroy Trump with the charade aspect of this pandemic? After forcing the masks, they will force you back to work. They, like the Chinese, care nothing for people. Does Trump? He is a businessman. But considers all assets, including you, and risks to assets. I absolutely support his take, though not the leach of a doctor he seems saddled with. Most Republicans, however, might as well be democrats. Anyway, build at least a small stock. Maybe, if you can, with a small supply of extra. You aren't alone... or you are all alone. Your choice.
For the next few months, I will be building my supply. I may even try to make and freeze jerky, can various meats, and dehydrate veggies if I can find local growers later this summer. But it is a cold early summer... one can hope. And pray. Both of which allows more than simply living on bread alone. Highly recommended. If it is all you have, and I have been there, it... is enough.
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It tends to create an owly grumpiness that can't be beat. Being the size of a grown black bear could be a problem. I have been trained and had experience through pain, in more feral states, so it's not actually a general problem. However, I would recommend against pushing too hard. Though, you would have to push. And the first thing encountered would be the equivalent of a roar or growl, and some gruffing. That has spared even the defensive team of Iowa State's football team more trouble than they at first thought.
The migraines pass, usually by now. Exertion, earlier in the day, can bring it back... along with the sweats... cold or hot depending on the environment, usually matching... so, cold sweats lately. Sometimes, to check, or like a kid with a fork and electrical outlet just being a stubborn kid... for the third time, I do it anyway.
Not today. Aspirin can help, sometimes. Twice a week, maybe three times if I haven't used it in a while. Almost out, again, through. So today is the first shot at it. But Doom, studies say nothing helps migraines!?! Well, first, stuff studies. How many applicants were merely hoping for free dope? How skewed were the studies for or against any process over the others? How poorly were the studies run, how badly were the statistics mangled by the incompetent, politically correct fops and their quota or alien hires? About the only thing you can be sure about studies is that all their main results are incorrect.
I think my migraines are caused by physical issues, and aspirin eases those. It's a slow chain reaction. Even with caffinated aspirin, it takes from an half hour to two hours, at 2,000 mg, to work. If it works. Additional doses do nothing for several days after. Yeah, light sensitivity, sound sensitivity, and nausea, plus weird other... oddities... swirls of purple to blue... not seen... sensed or visualized? Doesn't help with the nausea.
Getting better this morning. Perhaps a bite. Whether the nausea... hmm... soft right small portions of food help that. Though most foods help. Highly acidic or base are to be avoided, and greasy... though good fats are reasonable. There is a huge difference between fatty and greasy. I don't know what all they fry breakfasts with in most restaurants, but... that is both greasy and acidic? Frying in good butter, real lard or tallow, isn't a problem.
Oh, right. I went shopping, online, this morning. Bits for my router, and odds and end. As well, food. Case lots. I can sometimes get those locally, but I often miss the sales. I did email the group which handles online shopping. But there are so many things wrong, and it sounds like the pandemic may have stressfractured their system. Still. I may have to see if they can do larger lots. By phone if the system won't work, or for me.
I realized my stored food is both dated and scant. So I am restoring supplies as quickly as possible. Ordering 12 cans of something was making me feel better... until I stepped out of the day. I couldn't eat 12 cans of almost anything in one day. But... what about over a month? I would starve on what initially appears as a glut. And, over a year? That is one can a month! Scant!
So... fruits with no sugar added, tomatos of various sorts, corn, beats, peas, even various beans, in multiple case lots. It won't provide even a can a day for a year, but perhaps three cans a week, every other week? It is a start. I need to go through what else is down there, slowly replacing what is dated or consumed, adding a few things, changing out a few others. But it has started.
Right or wrong, true or false, real, imagined, political or even geopolitical, Wuhan virus is upon us, may be returning, and will probably keep returning. Just understand, if dems actually do destroy Trump with the charade aspect of this pandemic? After forcing the masks, they will force you back to work. They, like the Chinese, care nothing for people. Does Trump? He is a businessman. But considers all assets, including you, and risks to assets. I absolutely support his take, though not the leach of a doctor he seems saddled with. Most Republicans, however, might as well be democrats. Anyway, build at least a small stock. Maybe, if you can, with a small supply of extra. You aren't alone... or you are all alone. Your choice.
For the next few months, I will be building my supply. I may even try to make and freeze jerky, can various meats, and dehydrate veggies if I can find local growers later this summer. But it is a cold early summer... one can hope. And pray. Both of which allows more than simply living on bread alone. Highly recommended. If it is all you have, and I have been there, it... is enough.
Tuesday, June 30, 2020
Still cool and just rained.
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It was 61° this morning, both areas upstairs, 64° downstairs. I didn't look outdoors until around noon, at which time it was 55°. I called my mother... sometime this afternoon. They have been in the 90's for some time now. We are still getting snow, if higher up. I can tell them. *grins* The thing is, in spite of her watching the news, she was still surprised.
Actually, she told me news I didn't... know. I mean, actually know. She said there are fires, nearby? I... guess... I don't... follow the news. I wonder if they are suspicious? Now, if I HAD started fires, a fire?, well... there is no way I could have created the wet, cold. Snow is quite the trick. *wink*
I had to contact my bank. The other night, when doing online banking, I noticed they were bowing to blm... they put a black man, extra stupidly with a medical mask, and in a suit and tie, on their online banking site. I raised a hell of a fuss. Then my password stopped working... almost as if they heard. But was it the Bank of Utah, or some agency with the power to attack even accounts? Our government bureaucracies are converged.
They have been charging my account, in spite of having said they wouldn't, and a number of other problems. I fixed what I could, and filed a complaint about their support of racial terrorists. Then tried to order checks. That is not through the bank anymore. So I was transferred.
The woman I spoke with was terse. I'll tell you, she was nearly threatening. Seriously. Free checks, 80 at a time. Any more cost ~$30, per 80 checks? Oh, do you want protection services on thos checks? It was ~$5, for six months, and then something after that. No. Do want them shipped safely? I think that was ~$15. No. Damn, I think I need a new bank.
So, I had placed an order earlier, online. It seems to have gone through. So I tried to order groceries online, for pickup, at Macey's, the store I have been with for a long while. Ordering online is new. I got signed up, an order for tomorrow set, and tried to pay. They said my bank was refusing my card.
Back to the bank. They said there were no problems on their side. I tried again, same problem. I tried using my phone. Wouldn't go through. So I signed out on my other device, then attempted to sign in on my phone. It wasn't accepting my password anymore. So... I tried again on my machine. Nope. Further, it asked me about security questions which were never set up.
I called the store. Try tomorrow, or you could email them. But they are really busy so it might be a long time. I asked if that was legitimately all he could do. Yep. The in-store expert on the system couldn't do anything. Apparently they outsource their whole online ordering system. My unasked question... why do they hire him? Bosses son?
China's credit score is alive and well in America. If you are conservative, expect these sorts of things. You are on their list for harassment. And? They somehow killed my wireless headset, right at the time they scrambled my banking password. Seriously. Later.
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It was 61° this morning, both areas upstairs, 64° downstairs. I didn't look outdoors until around noon, at which time it was 55°. I called my mother... sometime this afternoon. They have been in the 90's for some time now. We are still getting snow, if higher up. I can tell them. *grins* The thing is, in spite of her watching the news, she was still surprised.
Actually, she told me news I didn't... know. I mean, actually know. She said there are fires, nearby? I... guess... I don't... follow the news. I wonder if they are suspicious? Now, if I HAD started fires, a fire?, well... there is no way I could have created the wet, cold. Snow is quite the trick. *wink*
I had to contact my bank. The other night, when doing online banking, I noticed they were bowing to blm... they put a black man, extra stupidly with a medical mask, and in a suit and tie, on their online banking site. I raised a hell of a fuss. Then my password stopped working... almost as if they heard. But was it the Bank of Utah, or some agency with the power to attack even accounts? Our government bureaucracies are converged.
They have been charging my account, in spite of having said they wouldn't, and a number of other problems. I fixed what I could, and filed a complaint about their support of racial terrorists. Then tried to order checks. That is not through the bank anymore. So I was transferred.
The woman I spoke with was terse. I'll tell you, she was nearly threatening. Seriously. Free checks, 80 at a time. Any more cost ~$30, per 80 checks? Oh, do you want protection services on thos checks? It was ~$5, for six months, and then something after that. No. Do want them shipped safely? I think that was ~$15. No. Damn, I think I need a new bank.
So, I had placed an order earlier, online. It seems to have gone through. So I tried to order groceries online, for pickup, at Macey's, the store I have been with for a long while. Ordering online is new. I got signed up, an order for tomorrow set, and tried to pay. They said my bank was refusing my card.
Back to the bank. They said there were no problems on their side. I tried again, same problem. I tried using my phone. Wouldn't go through. So I signed out on my other device, then attempted to sign in on my phone. It wasn't accepting my password anymore. So... I tried again on my machine. Nope. Further, it asked me about security questions which were never set up.
I called the store. Try tomorrow, or you could email them. But they are really busy so it might be a long time. I asked if that was legitimately all he could do. Yep. The in-store expert on the system couldn't do anything. Apparently they outsource their whole online ordering system. My unasked question... why do they hire him? Bosses son?
China's credit score is alive and well in America. If you are conservative, expect these sorts of things. You are on their list for harassment. And? They somehow killed my wireless headset, right at the time they scrambled my banking password. Seriously. Later.
Monday, June 29, 2020
Late, down and up.
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I can't remember when I went to bed. I woke a bit after eleven, the final time. Still weary. I let Sam up, and she bothered me all night. Too, she reminded me to check and change a few settings upstairs. She won't be let up when I need sleep. I am not sure what her problem was, but she is looking chipper this morning. *sigh*
It was 66° in my nook, 64° generally upstairs, 67° downstairs, and 44° outdoors as I was just letting the quackles out. I am enjoying the cool, but it is crippling me. Then again the heat was fringing on that too. It doesn't take much, either way, to take me down. I'll keep trying. I would consider heating the place, but... I so love the cool. And if summer heat returns, it might leave me in double duty heat overload. Once the house heats, it's terribly difficult to cool.
Sam is back in good graces. I found her problem. She was out of dry food. If litter is in bad shape, hard food is out, or I haven't fed them canned enough, they get a huge relief for bad behavior. Up to a point. No drawing of blood is allowed. We have a pretty good arrangement that has worked for years now. Yes, you can both communicate with, and train, cats... and women, and women cats. You just have to be willing to listen, watch what they do, and do your part. But, yea. Just... don't think it is once and done, perfectly set, or quick or easy. But... yea.
Yes, still cloudy, with potential for rain out there. I am all but certain it rained last night. It is beautiful, if hard on farming, potentially.
No work yesterday. There is today, and hope. Later.
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I can't remember when I went to bed. I woke a bit after eleven, the final time. Still weary. I let Sam up, and she bothered me all night. Too, she reminded me to check and change a few settings upstairs. She won't be let up when I need sleep. I am not sure what her problem was, but she is looking chipper this morning. *sigh*
It was 66° in my nook, 64° generally upstairs, 67° downstairs, and 44° outdoors as I was just letting the quackles out. I am enjoying the cool, but it is crippling me. Then again the heat was fringing on that too. It doesn't take much, either way, to take me down. I'll keep trying. I would consider heating the place, but... I so love the cool. And if summer heat returns, it might leave me in double duty heat overload. Once the house heats, it's terribly difficult to cool.
Sam is back in good graces. I found her problem. She was out of dry food. If litter is in bad shape, hard food is out, or I haven't fed them canned enough, they get a huge relief for bad behavior. Up to a point. No drawing of blood is allowed. We have a pretty good arrangement that has worked for years now. Yes, you can both communicate with, and train, cats... and women, and women cats. You just have to be willing to listen, watch what they do, and do your part. But, yea. Just... don't think it is once and done, perfectly set, or quick or easy. But... yea.
Yes, still cloudy, with potential for rain out there. I am all but certain it rained last night. It is beautiful, if hard on farming, potentially.
No work yesterday. There is today, and hope. Later.
Sunday, June 28, 2020
A bit more than a nap.
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A bit less than a full sleep. I must be chucking out heat. My area was 68°, with a fan, on high, blowing at me, at the far south east of the upstairs studio, with a window open on the west and east of me wall. Two fans total, and heavy wind outside cross pulling the air going out... nothing being blown back in, save some from the west. Near the center of the room, it was 63°. I have put both thermometers together, in several different places. They read, or did, the same.
A primary thing you should know about science (engineering, no rocket scientist put a rocket on the moon, or developed household electricity, or even created commercial lightbulbs, etc) is that the results are only as good, and repeatable (if those aren't completely synonymous there is overlap of meaning through design) as your measuring devices. Mine may or may not be accurate, but those two, as a pair, are precise accordingly as a pair. Took three seconds to describe a simple understanding. Blah!
Anyway... The ducks received fresh water in their hutch. Food has been being left outside, but with heavy winds, heavier gusts, and rain, I put that in with them. They are really enjoying the clean hutch. And surprisingly, keeping it rather clean!?! Critters can... amaze. It really doesn't need a second cleaning. And, with them out most of their active day, they don't mess the place much. As well, they are rather regulated about even that.
I will clean their pen before it freezes and first thing after thaw. And let them out snow or shine, unless it gets really bad. I am trying to figure out a way to make their water last longer... A bigger pool inside with them, and big rocks boiled indoors? No... I think it is probably as good, sizewise, as it gets, without an electronic water heater. Though, boiling bigger rocks, and adding those to the water, might help? With the rabbits, boiled rocks in kiddie blankets on the coldest days. Iced water bottles on hot days, though the ducks don't really need, the rabbits will. Thinking...
I finally set the time to meet with the rabbit lady. Size, of the cage for the rabbits in this case, really matters. If it needs to be 40", 32", or 20" deep, really makes a significant difference in price of materials. From 40" to 32", the price nearly halves. From 32" to say 20", the price is trimmed by another third. It is the difference between. It goes from $350ish to $100ish, all give or take a bit, for enough for four cages with room for kits. Cages that are proving to last exceedingly well and long, and not damage the rabbits' feet.
Remember when I almost thought there might be more snow yet? Perhaps that was in a conversation. Anyway. While it is only raining, in the Valley, it is 42° outside. And it is blowing pretty hard, from the north. I agree, crazy. But... crazy happens. Not sure, but I wasn't. I just had... a sense... not a surety, a possibility. Crazy. Go on, laugh. Just, this time, not at me or snow... or fire. *wink*
I had to close everything, it had started plunging into cold. It is 69° down here, after bounces down then up. I left it open upstairs. I'll enjoy the cool when bedtime arrives. Work, I hope, tonight. Dishes, a shower, folding clothes, some cooking? I can hope. And, I think she winked back. I am almost certain. I'll acknowledge her wink. Later.
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A bit less than a full sleep. I must be chucking out heat. My area was 68°, with a fan, on high, blowing at me, at the far south east of the upstairs studio, with a window open on the west and east of me wall. Two fans total, and heavy wind outside cross pulling the air going out... nothing being blown back in, save some from the west. Near the center of the room, it was 63°. I have put both thermometers together, in several different places. They read, or did, the same.
A primary thing you should know about science (engineering, no rocket scientist put a rocket on the moon, or developed household electricity, or even created commercial lightbulbs, etc) is that the results are only as good, and repeatable (if those aren't completely synonymous there is overlap of meaning through design) as your measuring devices. Mine may or may not be accurate, but those two, as a pair, are precise accordingly as a pair. Took three seconds to describe a simple understanding. Blah!
Anyway... The ducks received fresh water in their hutch. Food has been being left outside, but with heavy winds, heavier gusts, and rain, I put that in with them. They are really enjoying the clean hutch. And surprisingly, keeping it rather clean!?! Critters can... amaze. It really doesn't need a second cleaning. And, with them out most of their active day, they don't mess the place much. As well, they are rather regulated about even that.
I will clean their pen before it freezes and first thing after thaw. And let them out snow or shine, unless it gets really bad. I am trying to figure out a way to make their water last longer... A bigger pool inside with them, and big rocks boiled indoors? No... I think it is probably as good, sizewise, as it gets, without an electronic water heater. Though, boiling bigger rocks, and adding those to the water, might help? With the rabbits, boiled rocks in kiddie blankets on the coldest days. Iced water bottles on hot days, though the ducks don't really need, the rabbits will. Thinking...
I finally set the time to meet with the rabbit lady. Size, of the cage for the rabbits in this case, really matters. If it needs to be 40", 32", or 20" deep, really makes a significant difference in price of materials. From 40" to 32", the price nearly halves. From 32" to say 20", the price is trimmed by another third. It is the difference between. It goes from $350ish to $100ish, all give or take a bit, for enough for four cages with room for kits. Cages that are proving to last exceedingly well and long, and not damage the rabbits' feet.
Remember when I almost thought there might be more snow yet? Perhaps that was in a conversation. Anyway. While it is only raining, in the Valley, it is 42° outside. And it is blowing pretty hard, from the north. I agree, crazy. But... crazy happens. Not sure, but I wasn't. I just had... a sense... not a surety, a possibility. Crazy. Go on, laugh. Just, this time, not at me or snow... or fire. *wink*
I had to close everything, it had started plunging into cold. It is 69° down here, after bounces down then up. I left it open upstairs. I'll enjoy the cool when bedtime arrives. Work, I hope, tonight. Dishes, a shower, folding clothes, some cooking? I can hope. And, I think she winked back. I am almost certain. I'll acknowledge her wink. Later.
Good, yet bad in odd ways.
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Remember that rain I... smelled the other day? It finally arrived, last night, I think. Early in the fresh dark. It is, or was, raining into the morning. A reasonable soaking. I... was it a physical scent, or site scent? I don't always know. I wonder if they still laugh when, by logic, they know it will not rain, or snow. And fire in the snow is way out? I do? Couldn't be, I say to myself. Yet, timidly, humbly as possible, I write.
Sleep was good. It just hasn't cooled off inside all that much. At 71° inside, only down to 69° last night. I had to use both ac's to get 68° upstairs at night, but opened it up this morning, just using fans. Outside is 64°. I am not sure if that is up or down. It was nearly 90° yesterday. I checked through the evening and morning, but short term memory is on the fritz.
Not a bad day, but short term memory to a few pains, a foggy mind, and a consuming exhaustion have me battling just to stay awake. Perhaps food will help. The ducks were fed and let out to play. One hen had not been laying. She gave one today. I am grateful for what they give. The girls have had little sorted and been fed. They, like me, seem extra sleepy today. The dark and sudden cool does that.
Food, a nap, then work? I hope. If church isn't open, get a few prayers said for all and sundry. If you get in, say a short prayer in my name? It'll do you as much good as me. But... what about the warnings, Doom? As with any war, it's when the times tough when the tough get going. It is on the cross you earn your bona fides, not by avoiding toils. Good day.
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Remember that rain I... smelled the other day? It finally arrived, last night, I think. Early in the fresh dark. It is, or was, raining into the morning. A reasonable soaking. I... was it a physical scent, or site scent? I don't always know. I wonder if they still laugh when, by logic, they know it will not rain, or snow. And fire in the snow is way out? I do? Couldn't be, I say to myself. Yet, timidly, humbly as possible, I write.
Sleep was good. It just hasn't cooled off inside all that much. At 71° inside, only down to 69° last night. I had to use both ac's to get 68° upstairs at night, but opened it up this morning, just using fans. Outside is 64°. I am not sure if that is up or down. It was nearly 90° yesterday. I checked through the evening and morning, but short term memory is on the fritz.
Not a bad day, but short term memory to a few pains, a foggy mind, and a consuming exhaustion have me battling just to stay awake. Perhaps food will help. The ducks were fed and let out to play. One hen had not been laying. She gave one today. I am grateful for what they give. The girls have had little sorted and been fed. They, like me, seem extra sleepy today. The dark and sudden cool does that.
Food, a nap, then work? I hope. If church isn't open, get a few prayers said for all and sundry. If you get in, say a short prayer in my name? It'll do you as much good as me. But... what about the warnings, Doom? As with any war, it's when the times tough when the tough get going. It is on the cross you earn your bona fides, not by avoiding toils. Good day.
Saturday, June 27, 2020
That sneaky little Quercus... A...
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She's been around for a while. Still dreaming of love? Revenge?
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She's been around for a while. Still dreaming of love? Revenge?
Not much if more than nothing.
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It is staying rather warm rather late. I keep staying up almost by accident, hoping to feel natural cooling. I do believe I need to relax that, go upstairs earlier, cool off with the ac, and try to sleep earlier... say, right after the soft glow of dusk fades. Or even as dusk begins so that the dark of night lends to sleepiness.
I haven't been eating well or regularly. Today will be no better. I have to figure something out. For today it will be food, but not the best food for me. I haven't been able to keep up. I eat what I have that I can tolerate. I overcooked the last roast. I ate what I could, paid a price for it. Far too dry.
I will have to pull out actual recipe books. While never super, youtube had some use. At this point, they are considered mostly hostile and generally inaccessible. Back to book reading. With all that is happening, even kindle is considered hostile, so can't be trusted. Banning books to appease the mob or endear dark political powers from the Clintons, to China, Russia, etc. I still wonder how many kindle books have been, or have been contemplated to be, removed, altered, banned, without many even knowing?
Keto bread, pasta, and tortilla replacements are top. But gravies and sauces, keto, are fairly high priorities. Preferably foods that could be done in batches, that could be frozen, even for a few months, parcelled for meal or week portions. Then, as the kitchen gets cleared and cleaned, doing a batch or three every other or third week. If you have decent sauces and breads, the rest is easier.
Oh, a replacement for the spike... to help dig the post hole... and other things... was found and purchased... vicariously if literally. If I can get going today, I would like to do a bit more with the digging. I started watering last night... actually the night before. The ducks are out, the cats have been fed, and I will hit litter shortly. I got it last night, but they never stop. I'd like to get some food going too, shortly. As well, a trim then shower.
I set up dishes. I am only using the kitchen sink anymore, and hope to keep on dishes so that it stays that way. I will have to use the tub for the dehydrator baskets, and maybe the larger 24 quart stock pots, on the rare occasion I use those. I'll find the broom and dustpan, and sweep before showering. Ugh. Probably. Later.
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It is staying rather warm rather late. I keep staying up almost by accident, hoping to feel natural cooling. I do believe I need to relax that, go upstairs earlier, cool off with the ac, and try to sleep earlier... say, right after the soft glow of dusk fades. Or even as dusk begins so that the dark of night lends to sleepiness.
I haven't been eating well or regularly. Today will be no better. I have to figure something out. For today it will be food, but not the best food for me. I haven't been able to keep up. I eat what I have that I can tolerate. I overcooked the last roast. I ate what I could, paid a price for it. Far too dry.
I will have to pull out actual recipe books. While never super, youtube had some use. At this point, they are considered mostly hostile and generally inaccessible. Back to book reading. With all that is happening, even kindle is considered hostile, so can't be trusted. Banning books to appease the mob or endear dark political powers from the Clintons, to China, Russia, etc. I still wonder how many kindle books have been, or have been contemplated to be, removed, altered, banned, without many even knowing?
Keto bread, pasta, and tortilla replacements are top. But gravies and sauces, keto, are fairly high priorities. Preferably foods that could be done in batches, that could be frozen, even for a few months, parcelled for meal or week portions. Then, as the kitchen gets cleared and cleaned, doing a batch or three every other or third week. If you have decent sauces and breads, the rest is easier.
Oh, a replacement for the spike... to help dig the post hole... and other things... was found and purchased... vicariously if literally. If I can get going today, I would like to do a bit more with the digging. I started watering last night... actually the night before. The ducks are out, the cats have been fed, and I will hit litter shortly. I got it last night, but they never stop. I'd like to get some food going too, shortly. As well, a trim then shower.
I set up dishes. I am only using the kitchen sink anymore, and hope to keep on dishes so that it stays that way. I will have to use the tub for the dehydrator baskets, and maybe the larger 24 quart stock pots, on the rare occasion I use those. I'll find the broom and dustpan, and sweep before showering. Ugh. Probably. Later.
Thursday, June 25, 2020
A stranger day yet.
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It was getting rather stuffy and hot in here. It was 77° and rising. I decided a short stroll outside would make the inside feel better. Into the fire so that getting back in the pan wouldn't seem so bad. Nope! As I stepped out, I was amazed. Could it really be that cool? It was 70°, with a cooling wind to breeze.
I opened everything up. It has cooled to 75°, and I baked a beef roast and pork bits. Still, it just isn't cooling in here. It is very unusual for the cave to be warmer than the outside, especially on a... cloudy day? Very strange, younglings. I... rain is back there, out there. Might not hit, could be in the morning, might drop imminently. Rather odd.
As it turns out, youtube is actually less functional in it's new form. There is no way to skip forward and back to bypass ads. ;p If I hit an ad, I simply back out and attempt a different video. Almost all are ad defended. So, there is no real use in trying. However, they did allow me to begin banning videos. They sneak them back, or others like them. Gotta have a set number of monkeys, partisans, and else. Still, it's fun using the banhammer, infuriating the flying monkeyloving monkey troupes, and making them refill the quota pools. I sometimes get way ahead of them.
I'll get tired of that before long. I would never pay because they will always force their agendas. I won't watch their ads because they are agenda driven, the products are crap or poison, and they offer nothing I need or want. They have done it to themselves. I'll tire of the game at some point. Oh, and don't bother with videos over four to six minutes. They will almost all cut to a commercial, or several. They are cutting their own throat with woke intrusive commercials for trash or poison. African click-farms might fool stupid white woke execs for a while. But one way or another, that will... is... fixing itself.
Handing over civilization and history to jungle bunnies will not lead to expanded first world buying by third worlders. It will lead to mud huts and street squatting. IF whites don't decide to undo the South Africa direction. Time will tell. Still, banning at my leisure. *ban, ban, ban ban ban!*
Later.
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It was getting rather stuffy and hot in here. It was 77° and rising. I decided a short stroll outside would make the inside feel better. Into the fire so that getting back in the pan wouldn't seem so bad. Nope! As I stepped out, I was amazed. Could it really be that cool? It was 70°, with a cooling wind to breeze.
I opened everything up. It has cooled to 75°, and I baked a beef roast and pork bits. Still, it just isn't cooling in here. It is very unusual for the cave to be warmer than the outside, especially on a... cloudy day? Very strange, younglings. I... rain is back there, out there. Might not hit, could be in the morning, might drop imminently. Rather odd.
As it turns out, youtube is actually less functional in it's new form. There is no way to skip forward and back to bypass ads. ;p If I hit an ad, I simply back out and attempt a different video. Almost all are ad defended. So, there is no real use in trying. However, they did allow me to begin banning videos. They sneak them back, or others like them. Gotta have a set number of monkeys, partisans, and else. Still, it's fun using the banhammer, infuriating the flying monkeyloving monkey troupes, and making them refill the quota pools. I sometimes get way ahead of them.
I'll get tired of that before long. I would never pay because they will always force their agendas. I won't watch their ads because they are agenda driven, the products are crap or poison, and they offer nothing I need or want. They have done it to themselves. I'll tire of the game at some point. Oh, and don't bother with videos over four to six minutes. They will almost all cut to a commercial, or several. They are cutting their own throat with woke intrusive commercials for trash or poison. African click-farms might fool stupid white woke execs for a while. But one way or another, that will... is... fixing itself.
Handing over civilization and history to jungle bunnies will not lead to expanded first world buying by third worlders. It will lead to mud huts and street squatting. IF whites don't decide to undo the South Africa direction. Time will tell. Still, banning at my leisure. *ban, ban, ban ban ban!*
Later.
A very strange day yesterday.
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After the 90 draw, I decided to eat two hours later. A four storebought egg omelette. Tiny eggs, but pretty good. Adding a third of a cup of cheese, mixing in a tablespoon of milk and cream to add fat. As I was about to eat, I decided to check blood sugar. Blood sugar spiked to 220!?! Bah! From the two duck eggs and cheese? So, yeah, insulin. Blood sugar dropped to 185 by midnight thirty and 129 by two thirty, bedtime. It was 160 at ten thirty this morning, fasting.
Up late because down late. It is really warming up. I am okay with it, mostly, so far. But it is hitting the point were it's beginning to stretch my tolerance. I may have to shift to nighttime 'days', sleeping in the ac during sunlight hours. It is partly cloudy, and cooler, today, outside. Those two conditions aren't always synonymous. It is 76° outside. For whatever reason, it is already 74° inside. I shut the house down at seven, in a temporary wake, but it was 70° then. It was warmer, even after dark, last night. No time to cool the cave.
So? I saw a neighbor I hadn't spoken with in some time. He cuts the tall grass for bailing. I had seen him recently, but while heading out, and with no cold drinks. This time I had time and a cold one. Not super, but a peach perrier. And time to talk. So I grabbed one and went out. I almost thought I had missed him. Turns out he was on the other other side.
It's been a while. Not everything was discussed, but a bit of catching up. Some about life, some about cutting, some about work and birds, and some about rabbits. I offered to help with small things, from time to time. Perhaps I can't do six hours of grown-up work, but a few hours, from time to time really can help. Strong as an ox for up to an hour. Just not midday.
I am also looking for people interested in meat rabbits. I'd like to have two clutches, each different lines, meaning six does and two unrelated bucks. Perhaps a third clutch. But, that is way too much meat for one. However, for a family or two willing to do some of the work of butchering, or willing to pay, a resilient sustainable nest of nest of rabbits could more easily be maintained. If they choose butchering, it would add to cost, but it would be worth it, to my mind. Sort of like solar power. In the current situation, it isn't feasible. It is only a potential negative future, and relatively short term advantage. In dark days, every advantage matters.
So, yes. One, perhaps two, families might be interested. As well, I might get help once in a while, with care and feeding. Plus, I may have help setting up the cages... more help. So a several day hike might be more possible. Funny thing... as my menagerie of critters grow, I become ever so slightly more able. BUT, I also become more limited in what else I can do. Funny, that.
Today? Feeling a bit better, but the heat is starting to get to me. I would like to hit the dishes. Start back in on the bathroom. Then trim, shower, and shave. We'll see. But that is the plan. If I thought a cooling nap would help, or even thought I could take one, I would try. Hmm, perhaps puzzle work? Oh, and a bite of something, and a small dose. Above 150, or climbing blood sugar, and I dose. Later.
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After the 90 draw, I decided to eat two hours later. A four storebought egg omelette. Tiny eggs, but pretty good. Adding a third of a cup of cheese, mixing in a tablespoon of milk and cream to add fat. As I was about to eat, I decided to check blood sugar. Blood sugar spiked to 220!?! Bah! From the two duck eggs and cheese? So, yeah, insulin. Blood sugar dropped to 185 by midnight thirty and 129 by two thirty, bedtime. It was 160 at ten thirty this morning, fasting.
Up late because down late. It is really warming up. I am okay with it, mostly, so far. But it is hitting the point were it's beginning to stretch my tolerance. I may have to shift to nighttime 'days', sleeping in the ac during sunlight hours. It is partly cloudy, and cooler, today, outside. Those two conditions aren't always synonymous. It is 76° outside. For whatever reason, it is already 74° inside. I shut the house down at seven, in a temporary wake, but it was 70° then. It was warmer, even after dark, last night. No time to cool the cave.
So? I saw a neighbor I hadn't spoken with in some time. He cuts the tall grass for bailing. I had seen him recently, but while heading out, and with no cold drinks. This time I had time and a cold one. Not super, but a peach perrier. And time to talk. So I grabbed one and went out. I almost thought I had missed him. Turns out he was on the other other side.
It's been a while. Not everything was discussed, but a bit of catching up. Some about life, some about cutting, some about work and birds, and some about rabbits. I offered to help with small things, from time to time. Perhaps I can't do six hours of grown-up work, but a few hours, from time to time really can help. Strong as an ox for up to an hour. Just not midday.
I am also looking for people interested in meat rabbits. I'd like to have two clutches, each different lines, meaning six does and two unrelated bucks. Perhaps a third clutch. But, that is way too much meat for one. However, for a family or two willing to do some of the work of butchering, or willing to pay, a resilient sustainable nest of nest of rabbits could more easily be maintained. If they choose butchering, it would add to cost, but it would be worth it, to my mind. Sort of like solar power. In the current situation, it isn't feasible. It is only a potential negative future, and relatively short term advantage. In dark days, every advantage matters.
So, yes. One, perhaps two, families might be interested. As well, I might get help once in a while, with care and feeding. Plus, I may have help setting up the cages... more help. So a several day hike might be more possible. Funny thing... as my menagerie of critters grow, I become ever so slightly more able. BUT, I also become more limited in what else I can do. Funny, that.
Today? Feeling a bit better, but the heat is starting to get to me. I would like to hit the dishes. Start back in on the bathroom. Then trim, shower, and shave. We'll see. But that is the plan. If I thought a cooling nap would help, or even thought I could take one, I would try. Hmm, perhaps puzzle work? Oh, and a bite of something, and a small dose. Above 150, or climbing blood sugar, and I dose. Later.
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Back?
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It... looks like blogger brought a functioning platform back. I'll test it.
Not much else done today. I did put fresh food and water in the hutch. And I scrambled the two eggs I had from the ducks. They are different from chicken eggs, but how I just can't say. I did text about the rabbits. It sounds like we can come to an arrangement. I tried to set up a meeting, but the communication seems to have stalled. Perhaps she wants to speak with her husband, or have a friend there?
As I was just about to eat, before deciding on dosage, I checked my blood sugar. From 322 this morning to... 90!?! No food today, but that Isn't unusual. I... have some suspicions. Anyway. That means no insulin. Not the fast stuff, not the slow stuff, none of it. But I need to eat again. Nothing big, but fatty. Lets see if ketosis will kick in. If not I'll have to do glucose tabs or something sweet... actually sugared. Very strange.
Wait... I did have another meal, but forgot to dose. Maltomeal, with freshly mixed half and half. Hmm. Very strange.
Still not feeling the best. It was up to at least 86°, and 75° indoors. But neither is too awful. It's almost cool, to me, in here. I suspect attempting acclimatization is paying off. If, too, I am only successful because I am currently able. I can't always do it. Still, I will take what I can get. I am... trying, and getting some things done.
The Boss has jingling wires. Needed bongo tools, big wires to be crimped. I did look such a tool over recently, but some other project or expense took priority. However, I do have a variety of odds and ends with which to get the job done. Between both our minds and kit, getting an odd job done is no problem. Uhrm, probably. Usually.
Later.
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It... looks like blogger brought a functioning platform back. I'll test it.
Not much else done today. I did put fresh food and water in the hutch. And I scrambled the two eggs I had from the ducks. They are different from chicken eggs, but how I just can't say. I did text about the rabbits. It sounds like we can come to an arrangement. I tried to set up a meeting, but the communication seems to have stalled. Perhaps she wants to speak with her husband, or have a friend there?
As I was just about to eat, before deciding on dosage, I checked my blood sugar. From 322 this morning to... 90!?! No food today, but that Isn't unusual. I... have some suspicions. Anyway. That means no insulin. Not the fast stuff, not the slow stuff, none of it. But I need to eat again. Nothing big, but fatty. Lets see if ketosis will kick in. If not I'll have to do glucose tabs or something sweet... actually sugared. Very strange.
Wait... I did have another meal, but forgot to dose. Maltomeal, with freshly mixed half and half. Hmm. Very strange.
Still not feeling the best. It was up to at least 86°, and 75° indoors. But neither is too awful. It's almost cool, to me, in here. I suspect attempting acclimatization is paying off. If, too, I am only successful because I am currently able. I can't always do it. Still, I will take what I can get. I am... trying, and getting some things done.
The Boss has jingling wires. Needed bongo tools, big wires to be crimped. I did look such a tool over recently, but some other project or expense took priority. However, I do have a variety of odds and ends with which to get the job done. Between both our minds and kit, getting an odd job done is no problem. Uhrm, probably. Usually.
Later.
One more.
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Well... A few calls. A few texts. Contacts put in so the next attempt at various contact should be simpler. No long waiting times. That is as good as a set of calls to SSD has ever gone, in Utah. I must admit, Iowa actually expected their employees to be available and pleasant. I think it's the bunker and guards here, and a few other... problems.
Both women were even moderately pleasant. As it turns out, they never sent a form. They simply put the reschedule in the queue. They haven't set a new date. When they do, it will be 75 days or more after that has been decided. I will receive notification at that time. Now I have their number, fax, and specific office name. Ugh... I had been so worried, and yet so ill, hot, cold, and else. Stuck. Better now.
As well, I sent a text about rabbits! I am excited. It will probably be a month or two. Though, just maybe, this early July. Assuming I can figure out heat issues. I best get my flag out this year! It's just a side of the house jobby. But if SSD returns, I'd like to get a 25-30 foot pole and large flags. Perhaps even if not, just not as soon.
Blood sugar spiked!?! Up to over three hundred for the first time in... years? a year? Something. Small typical meal, medium dose of insulin, doesn't compute. I'll... figure that out. I'll get something down and dose. Perhaps add the slow acting I've been accidentally skipping, and again tonight. It can be flexible.
As well, I got a spot price on foam post fill. I'd like to try that on one of the clothesline posts, regular concrete on the other.
Not bad. Took care of the things jangling my nerves. Now to get dishes. A nap first? I still feel awful. Midsection feels bruised, shoulders are sore, a weird oozy sort of illness sensation... green around the gills is the best description for that which I know. I'll do what I must, but will work some too. At least I am not behind some crazy bureaucratic eight ball, again.
Later. Actually, I just wanted to end that last post. Unless blogger becomes available again, this is it. They must have changed blogger, again, to the new "better" blogger that we are supposed to be able to revert from. But they never offer a way to do so. If available, the way is hidden. Goodbye, perhaps.
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Well... A few calls. A few texts. Contacts put in so the next attempt at various contact should be simpler. No long waiting times. That is as good as a set of calls to SSD has ever gone, in Utah. I must admit, Iowa actually expected their employees to be available and pleasant. I think it's the bunker and guards here, and a few other... problems.
Both women were even moderately pleasant. As it turns out, they never sent a form. They simply put the reschedule in the queue. They haven't set a new date. When they do, it will be 75 days or more after that has been decided. I will receive notification at that time. Now I have their number, fax, and specific office name. Ugh... I had been so worried, and yet so ill, hot, cold, and else. Stuck. Better now.
As well, I sent a text about rabbits! I am excited. It will probably be a month or two. Though, just maybe, this early July. Assuming I can figure out heat issues. I best get my flag out this year! It's just a side of the house jobby. But if SSD returns, I'd like to get a 25-30 foot pole and large flags. Perhaps even if not, just not as soon.
Blood sugar spiked!?! Up to over three hundred for the first time in... years? a year? Something. Small typical meal, medium dose of insulin, doesn't compute. I'll... figure that out. I'll get something down and dose. Perhaps add the slow acting I've been accidentally skipping, and again tonight. It can be flexible.
As well, I got a spot price on foam post fill. I'd like to try that on one of the clothesline posts, regular concrete on the other.
Not bad. Took care of the things jangling my nerves. Now to get dishes. A nap first? I still feel awful. Midsection feels bruised, shoulders are sore, a weird oozy sort of illness sensation... green around the gills is the best description for that which I know. I'll do what I must, but will work some too. At least I am not behind some crazy bureaucratic eight ball, again.
Later. Actually, I just wanted to end that last post. Unless blogger becomes available again, this is it. They must have changed blogger, again, to the new "better" blogger that we are supposed to be able to revert from. But they never offer a way to do so. If available, the way is hidden. Goodbye, perhaps.
Another day.
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Strange. Right as youtube opens back up, initially only part way, now seemingly more fully, even bringing old videos (not all of them, but some) back to my blog, blogger itself closes back down... at least on my main blogging device. I can use this device, but it is at best inconvenient. So, unless that changes, this will be my final post.
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Yesterday was odd. Blood sugar was high, fasting. Now that I expected. Higher than expected, but blood sugar is it's own animal. The rest of the day was strange though.
I did eat twice, lighter meals. I also forgot to use insulin with the first meal, as I forgot the night before too. Doubling my expectation of a high morning read. Still, blood sugar kept dropping.
Starting at 278 fasting, two to three hours after the first meal... of I forget... blood sugar was 191. Without insulin. I then had a bowl of maltomeal, with insulin. Since it was coming down, in caution, I only took a normal insulin dose. By bedtime it dropped to 119. I left it alone, though usually it goes up at night. Actually, I forgot the slow acting insulin I usually take at bedtime, again! I went to bed between a bit after 21:00 and 22:00.
I woke at 0:00. I was feeling awful. Clumsy, weak, odd. Blood sugar drop, I was almost sure of it. A dangerous one? I didn't think I had glucose tabs up there? I'll check today. Getting downstairs was terrible. If crawling down the steps was doable, I would have tried it.
I did a draw, to make sure. Yep. Blood sugar read 52! I only had two bottles of tabs, one of which was a partial. I would have eaten them all, but realized that would leave me with nothing until I can resupply. So I left some. It took everything I have in me not to eat the last ones. I did eat... many... as was.
I was able to walk more steadily back upstairs. I slept well, other than having to wake to go often. I had been holding water, so took extra waterpills yesterday, which waited until after bedtime to decide to work. And blood sugar is high again this morning. I'll figure it out.
My guess is working in the heat, even lightly, but especially several days running, has a profound effect on my system. IF I can sort it, apply reason and control, with enough glucose tabs on hand, I might be able to saddle and ride that phenomena. I might yet win, if it may well kill me. Weeeee!
Today? A bit easier. Calls, mostly. Perhaps the bathroom? vacuuming? dishes almost certainly. I have work inside, easily, and outside. Outside I have the remaining sticks, and that side to mow. Weed whipping aplenty in there somewhere. Getting watering going. Beginning the construction of a duck "trailer", and some repairs on the hutch. And much else.
I won't be able to do all that much, or all that fast. And outdoor work really needs to be done earlier or later. But, a few projects at a time, a bit each day, inside and out, as possible, and... I'll never finish, here, this time, but... I will... be alive and working. It's enough.
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Strange. Right as youtube opens back up, initially only part way, now seemingly more fully, even bringing old videos (not all of them, but some) back to my blog, blogger itself closes back down... at least on my main blogging device. I can use this device, but it is at best inconvenient. So, unless that changes, this will be my final post.
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Yesterday was odd. Blood sugar was high, fasting. Now that I expected. Higher than expected, but blood sugar is it's own animal. The rest of the day was strange though.
I did eat twice, lighter meals. I also forgot to use insulin with the first meal, as I forgot the night before too. Doubling my expectation of a high morning read. Still, blood sugar kept dropping.
Starting at 278 fasting, two to three hours after the first meal... of I forget... blood sugar was 191. Without insulin. I then had a bowl of maltomeal, with insulin. Since it was coming down, in caution, I only took a normal insulin dose. By bedtime it dropped to 119. I left it alone, though usually it goes up at night. Actually, I forgot the slow acting insulin I usually take at bedtime, again! I went to bed between a bit after 21:00 and 22:00.
I woke at 0:00. I was feeling awful. Clumsy, weak, odd. Blood sugar drop, I was almost sure of it. A dangerous one? I didn't think I had glucose tabs up there? I'll check today. Getting downstairs was terrible. If crawling down the steps was doable, I would have tried it.
I did a draw, to make sure. Yep. Blood sugar read 52! I only had two bottles of tabs, one of which was a partial. I would have eaten them all, but realized that would leave me with nothing until I can resupply. So I left some. It took everything I have in me not to eat the last ones. I did eat... many... as was.
I was able to walk more steadily back upstairs. I slept well, other than having to wake to go often. I had been holding water, so took extra waterpills yesterday, which waited until after bedtime to decide to work. And blood sugar is high again this morning. I'll figure it out.
My guess is working in the heat, even lightly, but especially several days running, has a profound effect on my system. IF I can sort it, apply reason and control, with enough glucose tabs on hand, I might be able to saddle and ride that phenomena. I might yet win, if it may well kill me. Weeeee!
Today? A bit easier. Calls, mostly. Perhaps the bathroom? vacuuming? dishes almost certainly. I have work inside, easily, and outside. Outside I have the remaining sticks, and that side to mow. Weed whipping aplenty in there somewhere. Getting watering going. Beginning the construction of a duck "trailer", and some repairs on the hutch. And much else.
I won't be able to do all that much, or all that fast. And outdoor work really needs to be done earlier or later. But, a few projects at a time, a bit each day, inside and out, as possible, and... I'll never finish, here, this time, but... I will... be alive and working. It's enough.
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
A start.
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In the low 70°s when I started, 82° when I finished. I decided against cleaning the hutch again today. I want it to dry first. Water can drain, too, slowly... in some areas. I would like to find a way to extend the low area out, open some of the wood, and install a kickplate of some sort. One fresh egg.
After, I began on the post hole. Three or four inches more? With the grass around, I just couldn't tell. Even a measuring stick won't give a solid reading. I ran out of steam for that quickly. I did what I could. I may hit it a few times a day, as close to dusk and dawn as possible. A few inches here and there will add up.
After, I thought to mow. Oh no, no, no. Never that simple. Branches, the size of twigs on up to small tree sized, here, there, and everywhere. So, picking up sticks first. The front yard looked good. I hit what I could. It wasn't enough, but a solid start. It was the side yard that remains with too much debris.
I got on, lit it up, and headed up front. More branches! They weren't visible from where I had been. A gathered a few, a few more, and more still! If there were many more, I decided, I was done with the front yard. As it was, that was it. Mowing with the machine is a pleasant thing. If you have the strength to twist the wheel, and mass to not be thrown from it. I might not have endurance, but I have these, for a while.
The front yard was finished. It takes time, and the heat and effort do begin to weigh on one. Still, I then hit around the car and then wanted to check the back yard. It was long, so I worried. No problems, or twigs. I kept the blade up on high, went slow, and hit it twice. A wonderful lawn. Eventually I will get the weedwhip out and finish it off. Picking up the rest of the sticks and digging the clothesline pole hole have priority.
Now to cool off. It's 72° downstairs, 68° upstairs. I think a shower, perhaps a nap or puzzle time upstairs, before beginning the bathroom and dishes, would work well. I'll get those, and maybe more today, if probably not until after it has cooled enough that I can open the cave back up. Hmm... puzzle time, marble practice, and a nap?
Later.
Outdoor acclimatization.
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It started yesterday. I dug about a foot on the first post. I hit a rock, which will be figured out next time, maybe the very narrow long bladed... clam? shovel? But beside, I realized cleaning the duck hutch was a priority. So, on to that. I got two or three wheelbarrows full, I mean absolutely full, out. It was about 76° throughout.
As I returned for one more, I thought I would quit the endeavor, after this last load. And, each time I returned, I swore that was it. I cleaned the place out, tossing the eggs in the trash, creating small compost piles out back... perhaps for use next year. I then sprayed the floor off, letting it sit until the ducks were let back in.
I put food and water on the higher dry spots, then hay in later. I just woke, but aim to clear the quackles out as usual shortly, then clean in there again. Or tomorrow? Then work on that clothesline hole. Maybe do mowing... the rider makes that easier. Then get in, take another shower... the third in two days. Then begin on the bathroom.
I did more yesterday. I helped a neighbor put up hardware cloth. I finally, after hearing about it for years, know definitely what hardware cloth actually is. Anyway. I helped cut, form fit it, and staple it in. The work wasn't heavy work, but it was 82° and sunny. So, yeah. From crawling in the dirt for low stapling under a platform or at the base to stretching and fitting, stapling, and just holding. A good little spot of hot work.
As mentioned, work today. My body is sore. But other than trying to sort out a bit more of the post hole digging, the rest of the work will be light. All dishes to be hit are in the kitchen sink, so not a bending chore. I am... behind on a few contacts. I hope to remedy that later, in the afternoon, too. Ugh. The only thing slightly heavy will be vacuuming, or more getting that machine up the steps.
Oh, oddly? Not a single wasp took the bait in the wasp trap! It was ground zero for where the wasps were staying, for years. As well, I dodged two while setting the thing up! Gah! It seems I can handle a single sting, if the poison bounces around my body, afflicting me with changing pseudo bugbites at various new plaves on my body every few hours to days, for weeks ore a month and more. Which makes me think the allergy still exists, but size mitigates. That also leads me to believe a bunch of bites, perhaps as few as three, could be fatal. I'll have to figure out the problem before continuing.
On to breakfast then else. Later.
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It started yesterday. I dug about a foot on the first post. I hit a rock, which will be figured out next time, maybe the very narrow long bladed... clam? shovel? But beside, I realized cleaning the duck hutch was a priority. So, on to that. I got two or three wheelbarrows full, I mean absolutely full, out. It was about 76° throughout.
As I returned for one more, I thought I would quit the endeavor, after this last load. And, each time I returned, I swore that was it. I cleaned the place out, tossing the eggs in the trash, creating small compost piles out back... perhaps for use next year. I then sprayed the floor off, letting it sit until the ducks were let back in.
I put food and water on the higher dry spots, then hay in later. I just woke, but aim to clear the quackles out as usual shortly, then clean in there again. Or tomorrow? Then work on that clothesline hole. Maybe do mowing... the rider makes that easier. Then get in, take another shower... the third in two days. Then begin on the bathroom.
I did more yesterday. I helped a neighbor put up hardware cloth. I finally, after hearing about it for years, know definitely what hardware cloth actually is. Anyway. I helped cut, form fit it, and staple it in. The work wasn't heavy work, but it was 82° and sunny. So, yeah. From crawling in the dirt for low stapling under a platform or at the base to stretching and fitting, stapling, and just holding. A good little spot of hot work.
As mentioned, work today. My body is sore. But other than trying to sort out a bit more of the post hole digging, the rest of the work will be light. All dishes to be hit are in the kitchen sink, so not a bending chore. I am... behind on a few contacts. I hope to remedy that later, in the afternoon, too. Ugh. The only thing slightly heavy will be vacuuming, or more getting that machine up the steps.
Oh, oddly? Not a single wasp took the bait in the wasp trap! It was ground zero for where the wasps were staying, for years. As well, I dodged two while setting the thing up! Gah! It seems I can handle a single sting, if the poison bounces around my body, afflicting me with changing pseudo bugbites at various new plaves on my body every few hours to days, for weeks ore a month and more. Which makes me think the allergy still exists, but size mitigates. That also leads me to believe a bunch of bites, perhaps as few as three, could be fatal. I'll have to figure out the problem before continuing.
On to breakfast then else. Later.
Monday, June 22, 2020
Something is so wrong!
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Did I sleep wrong? My neck is so out. Left to right, forward and back, rusted and cranky... with enough tension to create a solid headache from the torque. Even the arteries on the sides of my neck hurt. It isn't as if I just woke with this. I was waking through the night, adjusting my pillows and position, attempting to prevent this very outcome. It may just be that I twisted or shifted incorrectly and am paying... or sat too long in a singular position?
Probably that latter. Move, you say? F' you! I am an aardvark! Wait... uhrm... that... isn't quite it. How about that first retort, along with, I would move if I could! I just get stuck, fall, and can't get out. My whole goal in life is to do, act, create, tinker, develop, build. I have more functional and theoretical loot just waiting for my hands to be able to craft. Tools, parts, pieces, as well as a house, two vehicles, three shed sized barns, a garage, and an acre of land with which to work, alter.
Do you honestly think, with such a rich environment and so many projects, I sit because I wish it? On or off medicine, weather and health trends can and do cripple. Mood has nothing to do with it. I have to figure out each change, nearly from scratch. By the time I figure something out, I am often fatigued from it, a la the cold or heat in winter or summer, or the constant weather fluxuations in spring. Fall is usually good, a if a slow slide into winter's cold oblivion.
Anyway... as tough as this morning is, I am hitting it today. I am set up for a shower shortly. There just isn't enough trash to take to the curb, but I will take it out to the bin. Ducks will be let out. As well, potentially, a few special projects, helping if possible. Later I am hoping to clean the rest of the bathroom. The shower, toilet, and sink have been mostly kept up. I mostly need to sort bins, sweep, and mop. As well, vacuuming the living room and getting the vacuum back upstairs.
The rest of the week will be split on the kitchen and living room. The heavier work focused on the kitchen, sitting and sorting will be what the living room receives. Hopefully, next week, the living room will get the heavy work, while the main downstairs bedroom and front room will receive more light work. I really am advancing. Even at complete stops, I am not falling too far back. Negligibly back versus good strides forward.
Well. Planning is good, at least, for such a terrible start. Now to see if... I can fulfil some, or all, of it. Blood sugar was up to 175. Beats 225-275 it had been running. I really should, mostly, go back to intermittent fasting, with two to three meals in eight hour periods per day. It's difficult when the day shifts but hunger doesn't. The goal becomes to eat for a set number hours after some number of hours after waking, two to eight, for both periods, as long as it is consistent... as the change is almost always an advance in time, so will mostly add to the fast length.
Although, if you were capable of following what I wrote, you begin to see some of my problems? Not just a demanding regimen, but also carveouts, caveats, exemptions, exceptions, and special rules. It's like trying to play a board game, at sea, in a storm. Not fair, but it's what I have left to me. The option is this or quitting. Which would you choose? Especially if death seems to have been removed as a menu option. Later.
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Did I sleep wrong? My neck is so out. Left to right, forward and back, rusted and cranky... with enough tension to create a solid headache from the torque. Even the arteries on the sides of my neck hurt. It isn't as if I just woke with this. I was waking through the night, adjusting my pillows and position, attempting to prevent this very outcome. It may just be that I twisted or shifted incorrectly and am paying... or sat too long in a singular position?
Probably that latter. Move, you say? F' you! I am an aardvark! Wait... uhrm... that... isn't quite it. How about that first retort, along with, I would move if I could! I just get stuck, fall, and can't get out. My whole goal in life is to do, act, create, tinker, develop, build. I have more functional and theoretical loot just waiting for my hands to be able to craft. Tools, parts, pieces, as well as a house, two vehicles, three shed sized barns, a garage, and an acre of land with which to work, alter.
Do you honestly think, with such a rich environment and so many projects, I sit because I wish it? On or off medicine, weather and health trends can and do cripple. Mood has nothing to do with it. I have to figure out each change, nearly from scratch. By the time I figure something out, I am often fatigued from it, a la the cold or heat in winter or summer, or the constant weather fluxuations in spring. Fall is usually good, a if a slow slide into winter's cold oblivion.
Anyway... as tough as this morning is, I am hitting it today. I am set up for a shower shortly. There just isn't enough trash to take to the curb, but I will take it out to the bin. Ducks will be let out. As well, potentially, a few special projects, helping if possible. Later I am hoping to clean the rest of the bathroom. The shower, toilet, and sink have been mostly kept up. I mostly need to sort bins, sweep, and mop. As well, vacuuming the living room and getting the vacuum back upstairs.
The rest of the week will be split on the kitchen and living room. The heavier work focused on the kitchen, sitting and sorting will be what the living room receives. Hopefully, next week, the living room will get the heavy work, while the main downstairs bedroom and front room will receive more light work. I really am advancing. Even at complete stops, I am not falling too far back. Negligibly back versus good strides forward.
Well. Planning is good, at least, for such a terrible start. Now to see if... I can fulfil some, or all, of it. Blood sugar was up to 175. Beats 225-275 it had been running. I really should, mostly, go back to intermittent fasting, with two to three meals in eight hour periods per day. It's difficult when the day shifts but hunger doesn't. The goal becomes to eat for a set number hours after some number of hours after waking, two to eight, for both periods, as long as it is consistent... as the change is almost always an advance in time, so will mostly add to the fast length.
Although, if you were capable of following what I wrote, you begin to see some of my problems? Not just a demanding regimen, but also carveouts, caveats, exemptions, exceptions, and special rules. It's like trying to play a board game, at sea, in a storm. Not fair, but it's what I have left to me. The option is this or quitting. Which would you choose? Especially if death seems to have been removed as a menu option. Later.
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Cloudy but warm.
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Not hot today. But it feels like it. It is 71° downstairs. I closed things up a bit late, if that only would have delayed this outcome an hour or so. I didn't check blood sugar first thing. But after a heavy breakfast and normal insulin dose, it was at 135ish. A later meal and usual insulin dose saw an increase to 191? I am sure the first meal and dose brought blood sugars down, probably fifty points. Not sure why the second meal jacked it. I'll have a third and final meal and dose shortly. Actually, I was concerned with the first meal, due to volume. Odd.
I called my mother. She decided not to go to the back doctor. She says it is because he can't do anything. I think it is fear, if the voice of her fear has a real point. Will just have to wait for her to decide on else. Oh, I get it. I do. I can't, and wouldn't, force anything medical. I don't trust doctors or the general medical field. How many of them are blm, antifa, etc. Though "conservatives" may just as well harm you, but to save a government buck, as they did with me. And competency is always dubious anyway.
I do believe a small lunch, a dose, and a nap are next. I have done the dehydrator shelves, and more dishes. And handled the critters. Trash will be handled when I wake. Perhaps all the remaining dishes, plus cooking cabbage and corned beef. I'll add canned carrots as that finishes. Cooking after I open up for the night.
Later.
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Not hot today. But it feels like it. It is 71° downstairs. I closed things up a bit late, if that only would have delayed this outcome an hour or so. I didn't check blood sugar first thing. But after a heavy breakfast and normal insulin dose, it was at 135ish. A later meal and usual insulin dose saw an increase to 191? I am sure the first meal and dose brought blood sugars down, probably fifty points. Not sure why the second meal jacked it. I'll have a third and final meal and dose shortly. Actually, I was concerned with the first meal, due to volume. Odd.
I called my mother. She decided not to go to the back doctor. She says it is because he can't do anything. I think it is fear, if the voice of her fear has a real point. Will just have to wait for her to decide on else. Oh, I get it. I do. I can't, and wouldn't, force anything medical. I don't trust doctors or the general medical field. How many of them are blm, antifa, etc. Though "conservatives" may just as well harm you, but to save a government buck, as they did with me. And competency is always dubious anyway.
I do believe a small lunch, a dose, and a nap are next. I have done the dehydrator shelves, and more dishes. And handled the critters. Trash will be handled when I wake. Perhaps all the remaining dishes, plus cooking cabbage and corned beef. I'll add canned carrots as that finishes. Cooking after I open up for the night.
Later.
A good morning.
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Awake at six. This time I made a great effort, a successful one, to remember when I went to bed. It was right around twenty thirty. So, a good sleep. I had the ac going, turned on as I went to bed. I hadn't cooled the house properly during the night before, or last night. I slacked because it has been so cool. I need to get back to rigging the cave, morning and night, for maximum cool. Though my days are slipping back into actual days, which throws things.
I did open things this morning. The temperature upstairs and downstairs was 68°. I woke around four, switched ac to fan and opened windows. I had hoped to do that far earlier. I woke several times, but I could not crawl out. Outdoors, at six, it was 48°. It was partly cloudy to the east, if I'll almost bet if it isn't gone, it has little effect now. Still, it's a nice cool start.
Today? Finishing the dehydrator baskets... a quick rinse, rough towel drying, then to let the air finish the task. That will get me to a shower, and finally a razor shave. Ducks to be let out, fed, as with cats. Litter has been hit this morning already, though it needs fill. Wasn't awake to realize what now seems obvious. As well, trash and recycling need to go out.
I grilled chicken, brots, and hotdogs yesterday. Not bad. I ate nearly the last of it today. One more meal for later. A different but very good breakfast. No, not all that much, drumsticks just don't have that much meat on them. Sam prefers the knuckles, Sassy won't touch the things... but will eat even exotic cheeses? Cats, or mine, are peculiar. On the good side, I don't have to feel guilty about eating all the meat. Now, I do enjoy the knuckles too, but can settle with one. We are all strange cats around here?
Plans. Assuming I can do anything. Will try. Good day.
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Awake at six. This time I made a great effort, a successful one, to remember when I went to bed. It was right around twenty thirty. So, a good sleep. I had the ac going, turned on as I went to bed. I hadn't cooled the house properly during the night before, or last night. I slacked because it has been so cool. I need to get back to rigging the cave, morning and night, for maximum cool. Though my days are slipping back into actual days, which throws things.
I did open things this morning. The temperature upstairs and downstairs was 68°. I woke around four, switched ac to fan and opened windows. I had hoped to do that far earlier. I woke several times, but I could not crawl out. Outdoors, at six, it was 48°. It was partly cloudy to the east, if I'll almost bet if it isn't gone, it has little effect now. Still, it's a nice cool start.
Today? Finishing the dehydrator baskets... a quick rinse, rough towel drying, then to let the air finish the task. That will get me to a shower, and finally a razor shave. Ducks to be let out, fed, as with cats. Litter has been hit this morning already, though it needs fill. Wasn't awake to realize what now seems obvious. As well, trash and recycling need to go out.
I grilled chicken, brots, and hotdogs yesterday. Not bad. I ate nearly the last of it today. One more meal for later. A different but very good breakfast. No, not all that much, drumsticks just don't have that much meat on them. Sam prefers the knuckles, Sassy won't touch the things... but will eat even exotic cheeses? Cats, or mine, are peculiar. On the good side, I don't have to feel guilty about eating all the meat. Now, I do enjoy the knuckles too, but can settle with one. We are all strange cats around here?
Plans. Assuming I can do anything. Will try. Good day.
Saturday, June 20, 2020
A strange... everything.
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Dreaming, last night. And not. It feels more as if I actually went somewhere and find myself unable to remember... as clearly as I want, should. A good trip. Cordial, folks or... and... other beings... creatures... were there. Good food, pleasant music, and not just on the surface. It was good from presentation to application and right through to intent.
If I had to say, I would guess I visited saints and angels, beyond the veil. A simple cordial affair. A meal, conversation, and simple association. As with no lying from my favored previous trip across the veil of tears, I will sorely miss this sort of companionship. It is rare, and never pure, here. Even family hold grudges, have ulterior motives, and conceil much.
Wait until you see what it is to meet men with no ravenous wolf just under their skin. I have eyes to see that, and the lack of it. It... reminds me of some things my Lord said. It also brings shame to some of my doubts. Perhaps not for here, now, but in the long run... or, in truth.
It makes me... He must truly have been loving, forgiving, to have walked here, seen as I see, and not destroyed all. I am from darkness. He is from light. I am not surprised or dismayed by all I have known. How could He not be? Potent mojo. It is He, and these, who surprise me. A gift, so that my faith can withstand what comes next?
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I am not sure when I went to bed. It was definitely after 17:30, but may have been two or three hours later. I ate cream of wheat for breakfast... supper actually. I looked at the carbs after. Oh well. I could feel my body heating up, so figured blood sugar was shot. I checked first thing. At 165 it is thirty points better than my best read in at least a month or two? Crazy. I had thought it was 191 yesterday fasting, but it was 195... in case you read yesterday, did the math, and find yourself confused.
Almost no work was done yesterday. Just couldn't. The list remains. I will do what is possible. Maybe more if that may not be much. Best feed the girls. Sometimes they need more than two feeds a day. I have learned to tell the difference between lazy begging and need... their eyes... when truly needing their eyes become... bright. Their attention becomes laser focused too. And, let go too long, they become... dangerous... to each other and to me. I'll... split an extra can between them for the next few days. Must be out of mice. *rictus grin*
Later.
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Dreaming, last night. And not. It feels more as if I actually went somewhere and find myself unable to remember... as clearly as I want, should. A good trip. Cordial, folks or... and... other beings... creatures... were there. Good food, pleasant music, and not just on the surface. It was good from presentation to application and right through to intent.
If I had to say, I would guess I visited saints and angels, beyond the veil. A simple cordial affair. A meal, conversation, and simple association. As with no lying from my favored previous trip across the veil of tears, I will sorely miss this sort of companionship. It is rare, and never pure, here. Even family hold grudges, have ulterior motives, and conceil much.
Wait until you see what it is to meet men with no ravenous wolf just under their skin. I have eyes to see that, and the lack of it. It... reminds me of some things my Lord said. It also brings shame to some of my doubts. Perhaps not for here, now, but in the long run... or, in truth.
It makes me... He must truly have been loving, forgiving, to have walked here, seen as I see, and not destroyed all. I am from darkness. He is from light. I am not surprised or dismayed by all I have known. How could He not be? Potent mojo. It is He, and these, who surprise me. A gift, so that my faith can withstand what comes next?
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I am not sure when I went to bed. It was definitely after 17:30, but may have been two or three hours later. I ate cream of wheat for breakfast... supper actually. I looked at the carbs after. Oh well. I could feel my body heating up, so figured blood sugar was shot. I checked first thing. At 165 it is thirty points better than my best read in at least a month or two? Crazy. I had thought it was 191 yesterday fasting, but it was 195... in case you read yesterday, did the math, and find yourself confused.
Almost no work was done yesterday. Just couldn't. The list remains. I will do what is possible. Maybe more if that may not be much. Best feed the girls. Sometimes they need more than two feeds a day. I have learned to tell the difference between lazy begging and need... their eyes... when truly needing their eyes become... bright. Their attention becomes laser focused too. And, let go too long, they become... dangerous... to each other and to me. I'll... split an extra can between them for the next few days. Must be out of mice. *rictus grin*
Later.
Friday, June 19, 2020
Diabetes has been troublesome.
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The right amounts of food and insulin. As... well as possible. With three to six major sleep cycle revisions in the last few weeks, weather crushing me or lending me impossible flight, and all the stumbles and bumps else, as a sparrow caught out in a hurricane, all I can do is survive. Doing things rightly, exactly, isn't possible. But I can give it as good of a shot as possible.
That said, and again, food and insulin have been going in rightly. Even so, diabetes has been high. Since I was eating rightly, I REFUSED to take extra insulin, not much. Anyway, I sort of quit the keto the last few days. Taking extra insulin when eating carbs, if I have a mostly hard cap to extra. Taking more and insulin will hurt the skin near the injection site. It isn't all that much more, either.
After yesterday, my worst eating day in the series, I was sure to wake up with blood sugar in the three or four, instead of the now usual mid two, hundreds. Imagine my surprise to see it below two hundred, if only by nine, in the first time for weeks? At least a month, maybe two. I guess I really do have to go plumb off the reservation once in a while!?!
Today? Hoping to find a few numbers and make a few calls. As well, let the ducks out, perhaps shovel out their hutch, and wash it out each of the next few days... just with the garden hose, and at least begin staking out and measuring the clothesline run. I would like to have the posts support three runs of about fifty feet, outdoors, and have one, mostly removable, run the length of upstairs... upstairs, of course? *eyebrow action* as well, I may attempt to dig the holes, or start on that. I won't get far. This ground is hard, stoney, and clay all at impossibly once. Help... is on the way. Probably.
Well, that is outside. Inside, I want to finish the dishes, put meat to thaw, hit the bathroom... more, vacuum and get the vacuum upstairs. Making a shopping list, to include baking soda for the carpet. I could sprinkle diatomacious earth right now. It will have a few days to do what it does, if there is nothing visible. But, are dust mites and else even visible?
All today? Well, as much as possible. It was 63° upstairs, 66° downstairs... now 68° at 8:42, and 55° outside on the second sunny day running. Perhaps breakfast. A few eggs as an omelette, cheese omelette. The pork is finito. If that is a word or not? Hmm, I do have chives and avocado. Yeah, I best thaw meat. Later.
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The right amounts of food and insulin. As... well as possible. With three to six major sleep cycle revisions in the last few weeks, weather crushing me or lending me impossible flight, and all the stumbles and bumps else, as a sparrow caught out in a hurricane, all I can do is survive. Doing things rightly, exactly, isn't possible. But I can give it as good of a shot as possible.
That said, and again, food and insulin have been going in rightly. Even so, diabetes has been high. Since I was eating rightly, I REFUSED to take extra insulin, not much. Anyway, I sort of quit the keto the last few days. Taking extra insulin when eating carbs, if I have a mostly hard cap to extra. Taking more and insulin will hurt the skin near the injection site. It isn't all that much more, either.
After yesterday, my worst eating day in the series, I was sure to wake up with blood sugar in the three or four, instead of the now usual mid two, hundreds. Imagine my surprise to see it below two hundred, if only by nine, in the first time for weeks? At least a month, maybe two. I guess I really do have to go plumb off the reservation once in a while!?!
Today? Hoping to find a few numbers and make a few calls. As well, let the ducks out, perhaps shovel out their hutch, and wash it out each of the next few days... just with the garden hose, and at least begin staking out and measuring the clothesline run. I would like to have the posts support three runs of about fifty feet, outdoors, and have one, mostly removable, run the length of upstairs... upstairs, of course? *eyebrow action* as well, I may attempt to dig the holes, or start on that. I won't get far. This ground is hard, stoney, and clay all at impossibly once. Help... is on the way. Probably.
Well, that is outside. Inside, I want to finish the dishes, put meat to thaw, hit the bathroom... more, vacuum and get the vacuum upstairs. Making a shopping list, to include baking soda for the carpet. I could sprinkle diatomacious earth right now. It will have a few days to do what it does, if there is nothing visible. But, are dust mites and else even visible?
All today? Well, as much as possible. It was 63° upstairs, 66° downstairs... now 68° at 8:42, and 55° outside on the second sunny day running. Perhaps breakfast. A few eggs as an omelette, cheese omelette. The pork is finito. If that is a word or not? Hmm, I do have chives and avocado. Yeah, I best thaw meat. Later.
Thursday, June 18, 2020
The court is doing his will.
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As I have mentioned before, Trump isn't a republican. He is just filling the role as a nominally more pro-American applicant for the post than even most repubs. From Thune to Romney, most repubs hate poor white trash. Which is everyone not richer and more powerful than them. Still get elected in rigged systems, pretty much as big city dems. Your vote may not actually even really being counted at this point. It really doesn't matter.
Slightly better, mostly. Still, he isn't actually religious. So killing freedom of religion isn't an issue for him. If this also probably means that womens' sports is dead. Though is this it's killing or simply what happens to the corpse of that side of so-called sports when it dies of natural boredom? No matter to me, a pox on both their... all their... houses. Some Catholics might have (more) concern. The majority are just dying for the first tranny priest, either way. The leadership is sin contagion, going with the worldly mob. But don't act high and mighty. Your church talks big, but is still in the Boy Scouts. Just as converged as mine.
As well, this daca ruling was his will. He could have won this case, not only didn't, it shouldn't have been a legal question, doubt. The only real question is why it was ever allowed. Most likely he had incompetent or willing losers running the case, and told the justices to kill it. No doubts.
At this point, the constitution is dead, as is governance through laws. Mob rule is what is left. It looks more like Trump bookended Obama, finishing what he started. This has nothing to do with the pandemic or antifa/blm or anything else. It is just closing shop on whites and America.
Either civilization is at an end or the scotus has to be undone, have these rulings overturned, be reformed and limited, reversing almost every liberal ruling for the last sixty years, then be bound by moral limits, or Seattle is your future. Either the droolers rule or you put limits on them. Join them or get rid of them, at every level.
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As I have mentioned before, Trump isn't a republican. He is just filling the role as a nominally more pro-American applicant for the post than even most repubs. From Thune to Romney, most repubs hate poor white trash. Which is everyone not richer and more powerful than them. Still get elected in rigged systems, pretty much as big city dems. Your vote may not actually even really being counted at this point. It really doesn't matter.
Slightly better, mostly. Still, he isn't actually religious. So killing freedom of religion isn't an issue for him. If this also probably means that womens' sports is dead. Though is this it's killing or simply what happens to the corpse of that side of so-called sports when it dies of natural boredom? No matter to me, a pox on both their... all their... houses. Some Catholics might have (more) concern. The majority are just dying for the first tranny priest, either way. The leadership is sin contagion, going with the worldly mob. But don't act high and mighty. Your church talks big, but is still in the Boy Scouts. Just as converged as mine.
As well, this daca ruling was his will. He could have won this case, not only didn't, it shouldn't have been a legal question, doubt. The only real question is why it was ever allowed. Most likely he had incompetent or willing losers running the case, and told the justices to kill it. No doubts.
At this point, the constitution is dead, as is governance through laws. Mob rule is what is left. It looks more like Trump bookended Obama, finishing what he started. This has nothing to do with the pandemic or antifa/blm or anything else. It is just closing shop on whites and America.
Either civilization is at an end or the scotus has to be undone, have these rulings overturned, be reformed and limited, reversing almost every liberal ruling for the last sixty years, then be bound by moral limits, or Seattle is your future. Either the droolers rule or you put limits on them. Join them or get rid of them, at every level.
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