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I have been... holding back regarding ordering a television. Why? Who knows how long it would take to actually arrive, how much more it would cost, and some other things. I have some options. If I do not like them, they are better in the short and long run. I have been hanging on that all day, and exhaustion. I have been fighting that along with the uncertainty regarding a tv. I have had to take two naps. I have done other things though. I am down to one bill left. And that only because I did not go into town today.
As the day cools, I will be back in moving mode. The bed arrives tomorrow, there is no more time. It will be done, and more. It is all good. Today would usually be an off day. I feel like it is worse than usual though I think it only feels that way as I have so much I want to do. A normal off day is frustrating, but I have learned to accept it for now (trying to get beyond it as a next step). On those days I have to do things on my off day though, it is a horrid impediment. It does go to show me that this 'failing' probably is biomechanical, biochemical, or something. In other words, I am not just lazy. I need to be reminded some times if I also need to be reminded that I can be lazy. *poke* *poke*
Okies, some more links. I like these linky dinky things. More and more, as it turns out. They add content, shorten my post at point of contact, and provide lots of fun. Plus, I can comment on these in a place where it makes sense. Some sites have 50 to 300 comments... Yeah, not going to bother usually. Fire and forget is as good as that gets. But here I can swim.
I have been trying to go without ac here. And, as a fact, I do not have anything but a ceiling fan. This will change. For now, it is what I have and I have been too busy to mess with more. I can, actually, live without it. At least if I am willing to set aside normal business scheduling and model my life around the cool, sort of. Most cannot do that. Simply put though, I do not wish to do so. However, what I do or do not do should have nothing to do with others. And it certainly should be of no import to some city twit who knows nothing but hate for those who are conservative, live in hot locals, or want to be functional as a nation, world super power, or industrially progressive center. What do you think has allowed him to become what he is? Well, actually, that is the only argument for what he suggests, and the one argument against AC he does not offer. Go figure. If he likes no AC, might I suggest one of many fine S. American nations. He will find why sloth of heat is not such a great thing. May he enjoy the mosquitoes and diseases from impure water while he is at it!
Ah, the religion of peace. Between their benevolence to their own, their open mind to the human conditions and all the frailties wrought thereabouts, and the wonderful legal system it provides, is a little article which might seem quite insignificant compared to what others provide their viewers. It is in the seeming insignificance that I find the heart of the matter. One of my favorites, from the real side is... what you do to the least of these, you do also to me.
Oh, I do not always like my comments. Often they are fire and forget. At sites where there are reasonable numbers of other responses and occasional feedback, I will go back and look. Every once in a while, I look and say, "I did that!". Well, this is one of them. I do not know if a weird muse attacks my neural network and takes over, if I go through a tickled pink moment, or what, but it happens. Short and sweet, to me. Like it or not, damn you. I do. I cannot remember if I like Chuck or not, though I know he shoots it as he sees it. That left my fingers and the enter button was hit before I knew what I was doing.
This article, by Vox, has me scratching my head. I do see the potential for gains in the midterm, though I am dubious about an actual changing of the guard. I do not see Republicans of any stripe taking back Congress, the Senate is way out I think. But this lends to some hope. I cannot remember how well Vox predictions weather fact. I do remain dubious. And, further, doubt if much would change even so. Republicans, and really all politicians, are weak kneed populists who read the news papers for popular opinion (and praise, which they crave). I would love to be proven wrong on both scores, but I am not holding my breath.
My name, Doom, is not just this or that, but it is a way of life in a way. When I walk outside at night, I do not become lost in the night, I become the night or even absorb it. And yet that darkness is not a thing of shame or harm or depression, necessarily. I just see things from perspectives others often cannot or will not. I do not pout about it or shout about it. If I shout, it is about someone's absolute refusal to see the dark of night clearly before them. *grins*
Anyway, that is it for now. Time for more boxes.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Slow and low.
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Not getting as much done as fast as I would like. But I am tracking better than I might have hoped. Getting out of bed and going has been a struggle today. Still, a trip to town to check on the tv and such, do a bit more shopping, then be back in time to finish the bedroom box move should still work. I might get more than that done, I might get less. But I absolutely have to clear the bedroom of boxes. Tomorrow the new bed arrives. I have paid for 3 out of the 5 bills this morning too, setting one up for automatic pay. I am having trouble getting online or anyone on the phone for another utility bill, but I was able to pay it. Hmm, might send one through the mail today while in town. Leaving only one to figure out. So, some things done.
Looking through the news, while trying to get things going, I often see things I want to post, offering some comments. I rarely do that, but today is one of those days.
College kids, the intellectual hope of any nation? Yeah, well, not all of them. I think this story puts things in perspective. Way to go Skyler! Keep taking those pictures. Your future is brighter than some of your subjects.
Okay, this next set regards wildlife and the options we have. In this case, I can only imagine the waste and expense involved. Handling wildlife IS our responsibility, but when become so forward that we become backward... to the point of massive slaughter, I have to think something is very wrong. In this next case, I do not think there is an option if the end is disappointing. So far, other than perhaps in California, there are no such thing as animal psychiatrists. Though I would dearly love to see a self-proclaimed one give it a whack... in a locked cage, unarmed, mind you. Well, heck, I would let any who wanted to feel the animals pain go on in. Call me sentimental. While not always an option, some animals are too old or big for this to work, I had to chuckle at this story. I hope it works in the long term too. Something about teaching them while they are young. I really did not think the story could be true. Still chuckling.
Oh, fine. I am about to shower and ship out.
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Not getting as much done as fast as I would like. But I am tracking better than I might have hoped. Getting out of bed and going has been a struggle today. Still, a trip to town to check on the tv and such, do a bit more shopping, then be back in time to finish the bedroom box move should still work. I might get more than that done, I might get less. But I absolutely have to clear the bedroom of boxes. Tomorrow the new bed arrives. I have paid for 3 out of the 5 bills this morning too, setting one up for automatic pay. I am having trouble getting online or anyone on the phone for another utility bill, but I was able to pay it. Hmm, might send one through the mail today while in town. Leaving only one to figure out. So, some things done.
Looking through the news, while trying to get things going, I often see things I want to post, offering some comments. I rarely do that, but today is one of those days.
College kids, the intellectual hope of any nation? Yeah, well, not all of them. I think this story puts things in perspective. Way to go Skyler! Keep taking those pictures. Your future is brighter than some of your subjects.
Okay, this next set regards wildlife and the options we have. In this case, I can only imagine the waste and expense involved. Handling wildlife IS our responsibility, but when become so forward that we become backward... to the point of massive slaughter, I have to think something is very wrong. In this next case, I do not think there is an option if the end is disappointing. So far, other than perhaps in California, there are no such thing as animal psychiatrists. Though I would dearly love to see a self-proclaimed one give it a whack... in a locked cage, unarmed, mind you. Well, heck, I would let any who wanted to feel the animals pain go on in. Call me sentimental. While not always an option, some animals are too old or big for this to work, I had to chuckle at this story. I hope it works in the long term too. Something about teaching them while they are young. I really did not think the story could be true. Still chuckling.
Oh, fine. I am about to shower and ship out.
Okay, I think I found it.
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After all that time spent looking for an LG device, I realize I was on a bit of a wild goose chase. LG does indeed have a system that offers wireless connection, but only to the rear speakers and bass. And, at a much steeper price. However, another company says this piece will do that job just as well. Now, if you follow that page around and look at what else they offer, you might come to a similar conclusion. That is, this site will offer electronic cancer cures, if they could just get by the FDA. I am not sure about this ad or offer or company. I am sure there are other companies out there, with similar good or bad offerings. Knowing which to pick would be tricky. I would guess an expensive trial and error phase would need to be employed. Expensive because I am almost guessing if the device arrives, and does sort of work, but the sound is horrid, or actually quite possibly even if the thing does not work, getting your money back might be as dubious as many of the claims therein. Must I remind you? Okay, fine... X-ray glasses ring a bell? Spy camera, knife, compass all in one sound familiar? Or, how about water monkey families? I learned more from comic books than anyone would have guessed.
I am not sure about this whole tv thing. I do despise the stuff. Local news, however, would be good. Some access to national news is also good from time to time. The rest of the stuff is just not my thing. The lives of actors, the Hollywood way even to directors and whoever else, the sheer stupidity of most comedy, the political and religious vile nature of it all, and... commercials along with that. If I were a dog, asking if I like television would be like asking me if I liked tics... the kind that not only have the normal affect, but then double the effects through costing me some of my food and pleasure to boot. Still, it is a social device. And, there are movies I do enjoy. I have a small collection of them as is. I actually pray about these matters, and cannot always find... peace in that.
Oh, I have one conspiracy theory to shoot down. I had heard this and that, but had never truly investigated. Now, even if this is shot down, I still believe both psychotropics and psychiatry/psychology is all, or minimally based upon, mind control. I have some belief that all data collected, on willing subjects, is being analyzed for... other uses. Whether the "doctors" know or not matters not a bit. I will not target all such 'theories', some of them are favored. I like the idea that Kennedy got it coming AND going, or is it the reverse, for example. I am over bigfoot though. There are others I like, if aliens (of any kind) need not apply.
While checking the garden, I noticed a tomato coming on, several small jalapeños, but the bell peppers do not seem to be getting bigger if they are burning. *sigh* As well, I have been changing how and what gets watered, to good effect. No extra crop, but the plants look healthier after only a day and a half. The tomatoes and others have been being watered the same. It seems that only the tomatoes need (or want) that much water. So, I have switched things around. I still do not know if I will actually get anything, but it is a first jab at the notion. Years of practice, is my guess, on many or all of the produce I wish to grow and eat.
I best get to moving boxes. The computer room is next. I am not sure I will get any more boxes out of the spare bedroom on top of that, but it could happen. A late supper, a quick shower, and then to bed. Who knows. My plans might actually work out.
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After all that time spent looking for an LG device, I realize I was on a bit of a wild goose chase. LG does indeed have a system that offers wireless connection, but only to the rear speakers and bass. And, at a much steeper price. However, another company says this piece will do that job just as well. Now, if you follow that page around and look at what else they offer, you might come to a similar conclusion. That is, this site will offer electronic cancer cures, if they could just get by the FDA. I am not sure about this ad or offer or company. I am sure there are other companies out there, with similar good or bad offerings. Knowing which to pick would be tricky. I would guess an expensive trial and error phase would need to be employed. Expensive because I am almost guessing if the device arrives, and does sort of work, but the sound is horrid, or actually quite possibly even if the thing does not work, getting your money back might be as dubious as many of the claims therein. Must I remind you? Okay, fine... X-ray glasses ring a bell? Spy camera, knife, compass all in one sound familiar? Or, how about water monkey families? I learned more from comic books than anyone would have guessed.
I am not sure about this whole tv thing. I do despise the stuff. Local news, however, would be good. Some access to national news is also good from time to time. The rest of the stuff is just not my thing. The lives of actors, the Hollywood way even to directors and whoever else, the sheer stupidity of most comedy, the political and religious vile nature of it all, and... commercials along with that. If I were a dog, asking if I like television would be like asking me if I liked tics... the kind that not only have the normal affect, but then double the effects through costing me some of my food and pleasure to boot. Still, it is a social device. And, there are movies I do enjoy. I have a small collection of them as is. I actually pray about these matters, and cannot always find... peace in that.
Oh, I have one conspiracy theory to shoot down. I had heard this and that, but had never truly investigated. Now, even if this is shot down, I still believe both psychotropics and psychiatry/psychology is all, or minimally based upon, mind control. I have some belief that all data collected, on willing subjects, is being analyzed for... other uses. Whether the "doctors" know or not matters not a bit. I will not target all such 'theories', some of them are favored. I like the idea that Kennedy got it coming AND going, or is it the reverse, for example. I am over bigfoot though. There are others I like, if aliens (of any kind) need not apply.
While checking the garden, I noticed a tomato coming on, several small jalapeños, but the bell peppers do not seem to be getting bigger if they are burning. *sigh* As well, I have been changing how and what gets watered, to good effect. No extra crop, but the plants look healthier after only a day and a half. The tomatoes and others have been being watered the same. It seems that only the tomatoes need (or want) that much water. So, I have switched things around. I still do not know if I will actually get anything, but it is a first jab at the notion. Years of practice, is my guess, on many or all of the produce I wish to grow and eat.
I best get to moving boxes. The computer room is next. I am not sure I will get any more boxes out of the spare bedroom on top of that, but it could happen. A late supper, a quick shower, and then to bed. Who knows. My plans might actually work out.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Some things done.
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So much more to do. I had to nap after returning from town. Then a meal. And I about to begin moving boxes again. That is one long list, and it is so eclectic. The work does not just hum along. One task needs the use of the phone or internet, one needs a good deal of back and sweat, one is mostly thinking with a little lifting thrown in, some of it is merely shopping (which turns out to be much more complicated than it seems). On top of that, I have to do everything else I am supposed to do, like eating, showers, dishes, Sam needs and wants, and whatever else pops up.
I went to Sears today, and I think they can get the tv I want, and sound system. I do not know when it would arrive though. Further, I want to check about whether a special piece is needed to make it wireless, or if that was only needed for models other than LG. I also asked about the installation of the water softener and the reverse osmosis. It turns out they had not actually scheduled it, and had not given me his phone number. They merely suggested when it could be done. What? Anyway, it is scheduled for next Tuesday.
Shopping was the last thing on my list, in town, today. I am a terrible shopper, at least when I do not prepare a list. And, with the way I am eating, I have no idea what to buy. Some things will never change. I will continue to eat pasta from time to time, of various sorts. I know milk and butter, real butter, are permanent parts of my diet. But what else to put in, I simply do not know. I need to figure out snack foods. Foods for between meals. I did get cottage cheese, apples, bananas, and unsweetened apple sauce. Though I really do not like bananas, really, I think some of my problems might be due to a lack of potassium. I am probably very deficient in many minerals and vitamins and need to figure how to add them into my diet, as I believe pills do not actually get ingested (buy Centrum, take one, and check your... remainders... you will find the pill intact, or very possibly). Simply finding foods without sugar (or a list of sugar type products) is like trying to find affordable merchandise not made in China. If you have reasonable, easy to prepare (or no need to prepare), non-sweetened treats and stuff, I could use tips here...
*Blink* *blink*>>>>............<<<<<*blink* *Blink*
She is flying in on Monday, relatively early. I am not sure how to do this, but I think it will work. A shower the night before so only a quick wash and rinse in the morning. Setting out clothes to wear. Having things ready for some joe to go. And, she will be calling as well, somewhere along her trip, so that should help. It is about a two hour drive, I think. Depending on traffic. She is looking forward to the trip too. We will see what we will see. I think she, sometimes... often, is as surprised that I am still alive. Seeing me in my own home has to be... a nice thing for her. It probably means I have a possibility and belief that I might be here for a few more years still. She has seen me written off for dead more than once, and... can surmise other times. She is happy, I think.
Well, I will get busy. A few bills online, if possible. A check on the piece for the LG system, I sure hope I can make the connections without wires. And hopefully by then my dinner will be less apt to make me do odd stomach or stomach and throat things will I moved a ton of boxes.
Tomorrow... I do not know. I have to go back into town. I need to fill the gas tank and wash the Xterra. Bugs. Thick. Hmm, I wonder if they are edible? :) Add them to green beans, no onion bits needed! Then, depending on what I find out, a trip to Sears. Some more shopping, though I am hoping to make a list this time. It is proving impossible to find simple canned pumpkin, or any kind of pumpkin, actually. Any bills not done tonight though, I would like to finish tomorrow before I go in. Without an afternoon appointment, I have a lot more time. Still, it would be nice to get in while it is early and cool.
Traffic is high no matter when, and people are driving like absolute idiots lately. Texting, talking on the phones, "saving" gas (I guess for the whole world by blocking traffic), and simply not paying attention. It is dangerous on the roads here. I have narrowly missed 5 accidents in the last two weeks, and honestly not of my making in any way. My friend has seen three of them (and has expressed being impressed with my reflexes and skill). I chalk it up to luck, and realize that if they are behind me, there is often nothing I can do. I saw that kid who hit me, knew in plenty of time what was about to happen, but there was no place for me to go. Bah! I need to carry a bat in the car. A few people learn and it hits the news, maybe they will rethink things.
*Man dragged from his car and pummeled... did not notice at first as he was way into his I-phone texting... They may have to amputate his head, if they can get the doc off his I-phone...* Fragging zombies, I tell you.
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So much more to do. I had to nap after returning from town. Then a meal. And I about to begin moving boxes again. That is one long list, and it is so eclectic. The work does not just hum along. One task needs the use of the phone or internet, one needs a good deal of back and sweat, one is mostly thinking with a little lifting thrown in, some of it is merely shopping (which turns out to be much more complicated than it seems). On top of that, I have to do everything else I am supposed to do, like eating, showers, dishes, Sam needs and wants, and whatever else pops up.
I went to Sears today, and I think they can get the tv I want, and sound system. I do not know when it would arrive though. Further, I want to check about whether a special piece is needed to make it wireless, or if that was only needed for models other than LG. I also asked about the installation of the water softener and the reverse osmosis. It turns out they had not actually scheduled it, and had not given me his phone number. They merely suggested when it could be done. What? Anyway, it is scheduled for next Tuesday.
Shopping was the last thing on my list, in town, today. I am a terrible shopper, at least when I do not prepare a list. And, with the way I am eating, I have no idea what to buy. Some things will never change. I will continue to eat pasta from time to time, of various sorts. I know milk and butter, real butter, are permanent parts of my diet. But what else to put in, I simply do not know. I need to figure out snack foods. Foods for between meals. I did get cottage cheese, apples, bananas, and unsweetened apple sauce. Though I really do not like bananas, really, I think some of my problems might be due to a lack of potassium. I am probably very deficient in many minerals and vitamins and need to figure how to add them into my diet, as I believe pills do not actually get ingested (buy Centrum, take one, and check your... remainders... you will find the pill intact, or very possibly). Simply finding foods without sugar (or a list of sugar type products) is like trying to find affordable merchandise not made in China. If you have reasonable, easy to prepare (or no need to prepare), non-sweetened treats and stuff, I could use tips here...
*Blink* *blink*>>>>............<<<<<*blink* *Blink*
She is flying in on Monday, relatively early. I am not sure how to do this, but I think it will work. A shower the night before so only a quick wash and rinse in the morning. Setting out clothes to wear. Having things ready for some joe to go. And, she will be calling as well, somewhere along her trip, so that should help. It is about a two hour drive, I think. Depending on traffic. She is looking forward to the trip too. We will see what we will see. I think she, sometimes... often, is as surprised that I am still alive. Seeing me in my own home has to be... a nice thing for her. It probably means I have a possibility and belief that I might be here for a few more years still. She has seen me written off for dead more than once, and... can surmise other times. She is happy, I think.
Well, I will get busy. A few bills online, if possible. A check on the piece for the LG system, I sure hope I can make the connections without wires. And hopefully by then my dinner will be less apt to make me do odd stomach or stomach and throat things will I moved a ton of boxes.
Tomorrow... I do not know. I have to go back into town. I need to fill the gas tank and wash the Xterra. Bugs. Thick. Hmm, I wonder if they are edible? :) Add them to green beans, no onion bits needed! Then, depending on what I find out, a trip to Sears. Some more shopping, though I am hoping to make a list this time. It is proving impossible to find simple canned pumpkin, or any kind of pumpkin, actually. Any bills not done tonight though, I would like to finish tomorrow before I go in. Without an afternoon appointment, I have a lot more time. Still, it would be nice to get in while it is early and cool.
Traffic is high no matter when, and people are driving like absolute idiots lately. Texting, talking on the phones, "saving" gas (I guess for the whole world by blocking traffic), and simply not paying attention. It is dangerous on the roads here. I have narrowly missed 5 accidents in the last two weeks, and honestly not of my making in any way. My friend has seen three of them (and has expressed being impressed with my reflexes and skill). I chalk it up to luck, and realize that if they are behind me, there is often nothing I can do. I saw that kid who hit me, knew in plenty of time what was about to happen, but there was no place for me to go. Bah! I need to carry a bat in the car. A few people learn and it hits the news, maybe they will rethink things.
*Man dragged from his car and pummeled... did not notice at first as he was way into his I-phone texting... They may have to amputate his head, if they can get the doc off his I-phone...* Fragging zombies, I tell you.
For the record.
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I am writing out what needs to be done in the next two days before Saturday. And then what I will need to do before Sunday night. If you read this and become bored... quit reading!
Tomorrow I have to do more work on paying three bills, that I know of. Utilities and my first mortgage payment need to be either paid or in the mail by Friday. From what I am running into, this is going to be a hit and miss set of projects. Oh, and I need to find the sheet to pay the auto. Frag, more and more to find, figure out, and then do!
As well, I need to empty the spare bedroom of boxes. It contains most of the boxes, other than kitchen items, that I had in storage. There are a lot of boxes. There are another half a dozen or so in the living room as well, plus a coffee table. With the boxes gone, I will have two end tables, a couch and a love seat, and a curio stand (full size), which I will then arrange so as to be ready for the tv. Actually, I may do this area first. I have been moving boxes upstairs this evening, but from the spare bedroom so far. And the coffee table is up. I think I got the heaviest ones, books you know. I moved between a quarter and a third of the boxes up.
I need to do dishes soon, and keep on top of them. I hate having visitors in a house which smells like dirty dishes. Now, I have for the most part, been keeping up on them, with only a day or two between washes and keeping them freshly soaking. The only time they started to smell was when I was in the middle of my plumbing works. Still, I have fallen a few days behind and want to nip that in the bud.
I have an appointment tomorrow. I set the alarm for 6:00, and will add a few words in my nightly "God! Help Me! Them too while you are at it!" session. I would like to get the rest of the boxes moved before I head to the appointment. I may do the living room and wash the dishes tonight. Well, that is the goal.
With those two rooms emptied and sorted, I then need to hit the kitchen. I have half of my equipment to unpack yet. I want that all unpacked, washed, and roughly sorted until mom-o arrives. I may not put everything away, as I am quite sure she will rearrange, so it is best to just leave it to her to arrange things without the fuss of un-arranging them.
Oh, and this computer room. About a dozen boxes still in here. These need to be put upstairs as well. Probably after the living room and before the bedroom boxes and stuff.
Then, hopefully Friday night, I might be able to vacuum, sweep, and neaten what is left. If not, I do have the rest of the weekend. However, during the weekend, I want to do the laundry, do some other unpacking of clothes and bedding and wash that. I believe I will have enough sheets for two thick queen beds, if my lady friend did not steal too much of that. I told her she could, if I did ask if she would let me know. Sometimes she forgot. (every time) Ah but she was cute. Bah! I know I should have at least four sets though.
Oh, and sometime tomorrow I will go into Sears, again. They have THE TV I had wanted, but Wal-Mart did not carry. As well, they have the same sound system. Why this particular TV? With the sound system I have chosen, plus the particular brand (at 240 refresh), I can buy one more piece of gear which will allow me to hook it all up... wireless! Yes, nice. Wal-Mart had the sound system but not the TV, or the brand that would work. LG is coming out with some killer stuff, if Vizio is probably better visually? Anyway, LG FTW? I hope so. The cost is a bit more, and even a bit more with the added device. But the ease is... priceless in my life right now. And, yes, I trust Sears just a bit more.
So, all I have to do is move the mountains, after that, and pull the ocean a wee closer. *tug* Ah, so much for my faith! Nah, it is there. If I needed to do so, it would be done. But I can complain for the moment.
You know what though? I have a decent shot at getting this done. The last 20 years of my life? Not so much. Life, indeed, has changed. I just need to figure out how to have this on tap all the time, to get to those projects... Not just when my mom is coming, or lady friend, or whoever. I need this on tap, and I need to use it, much more often. I will give myself some break. I am still in a gimped body, with low stamina and (compared to my old self) strength. I am also on a tight budget, which does things to the head. On top of that, there are areas... I simply cannot do. It will not matter if I win a billion and get to lifting 600 pounds and swimming 9 miles a week. Besides, you do not just rise from the dead and there you are. I wonder if those Christ resurrected had to take a few stumbling steps to get the whole nerve, muscle, duh thing down? I have been dead three times. Yeah, it is coming along fine, actually. If I still want more.
Update:
Dishes are half done. There were not as many as my brain was saying there were, but they did need washing. No stink though, and there will not be one. I have done most of the boxes and some of the etcetera stuff in the living room. There are a few more boxes, and clothes, and all left, but I had to take a break from carrying and went and started on dishes, but it seems I am about out of time for the night and energy in any case... sort of. I will finish the dishes and shower, I think. Yes, I think so.
You know, everything I put up there... will all be coming down again. At least the rest of the house will look pretty! For a while. Hey hey, cheer up, they are only to kick my teeth in and use steel wool to clean off the dead skin. Ain't it all dead? Bah! It is good. Good night, Opus #6.
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I am writing out what needs to be done in the next two days before Saturday. And then what I will need to do before Sunday night. If you read this and become bored... quit reading!
Tomorrow I have to do more work on paying three bills, that I know of. Utilities and my first mortgage payment need to be either paid or in the mail by Friday. From what I am running into, this is going to be a hit and miss set of projects. Oh, and I need to find the sheet to pay the auto. Frag, more and more to find, figure out, and then do!
As well, I need to empty the spare bedroom of boxes. It contains most of the boxes, other than kitchen items, that I had in storage. There are a lot of boxes. There are another half a dozen or so in the living room as well, plus a coffee table. With the boxes gone, I will have two end tables, a couch and a love seat, and a curio stand (full size), which I will then arrange so as to be ready for the tv. Actually, I may do this area first. I have been moving boxes upstairs this evening, but from the spare bedroom so far. And the coffee table is up. I think I got the heaviest ones, books you know. I moved between a quarter and a third of the boxes up.
I need to do dishes soon, and keep on top of them. I hate having visitors in a house which smells like dirty dishes. Now, I have for the most part, been keeping up on them, with only a day or two between washes and keeping them freshly soaking. The only time they started to smell was when I was in the middle of my plumbing works. Still, I have fallen a few days behind and want to nip that in the bud.
I have an appointment tomorrow. I set the alarm for 6:00, and will add a few words in my nightly "God! Help Me! Them too while you are at it!" session. I would like to get the rest of the boxes moved before I head to the appointment. I may do the living room and wash the dishes tonight. Well, that is the goal.
With those two rooms emptied and sorted, I then need to hit the kitchen. I have half of my equipment to unpack yet. I want that all unpacked, washed, and roughly sorted until mom-o arrives. I may not put everything away, as I am quite sure she will rearrange, so it is best to just leave it to her to arrange things without the fuss of un-arranging them.
Oh, and this computer room. About a dozen boxes still in here. These need to be put upstairs as well. Probably after the living room and before the bedroom boxes and stuff.
Then, hopefully Friday night, I might be able to vacuum, sweep, and neaten what is left. If not, I do have the rest of the weekend. However, during the weekend, I want to do the laundry, do some other unpacking of clothes and bedding and wash that. I believe I will have enough sheets for two thick queen beds, if my lady friend did not steal too much of that. I told her she could, if I did ask if she would let me know. Sometimes she forgot. (every time) Ah but she was cute. Bah! I know I should have at least four sets though.
Oh, and sometime tomorrow I will go into Sears, again. They have THE TV I had wanted, but Wal-Mart did not carry. As well, they have the same sound system. Why this particular TV? With the sound system I have chosen, plus the particular brand (at 240 refresh), I can buy one more piece of gear which will allow me to hook it all up... wireless! Yes, nice. Wal-Mart had the sound system but not the TV, or the brand that would work. LG is coming out with some killer stuff, if Vizio is probably better visually? Anyway, LG FTW? I hope so. The cost is a bit more, and even a bit more with the added device. But the ease is... priceless in my life right now. And, yes, I trust Sears just a bit more.
So, all I have to do is move the mountains, after that, and pull the ocean a wee closer. *tug* Ah, so much for my faith! Nah, it is there. If I needed to do so, it would be done. But I can complain for the moment.
You know what though? I have a decent shot at getting this done. The last 20 years of my life? Not so much. Life, indeed, has changed. I just need to figure out how to have this on tap all the time, to get to those projects... Not just when my mom is coming, or lady friend, or whoever. I need this on tap, and I need to use it, much more often. I will give myself some break. I am still in a gimped body, with low stamina and (compared to my old self) strength. I am also on a tight budget, which does things to the head. On top of that, there are areas... I simply cannot do. It will not matter if I win a billion and get to lifting 600 pounds and swimming 9 miles a week. Besides, you do not just rise from the dead and there you are. I wonder if those Christ resurrected had to take a few stumbling steps to get the whole nerve, muscle, duh thing down? I have been dead three times. Yeah, it is coming along fine, actually. If I still want more.
Update:
Dishes are half done. There were not as many as my brain was saying there were, but they did need washing. No stink though, and there will not be one. I have done most of the boxes and some of the etcetera stuff in the living room. There are a few more boxes, and clothes, and all left, but I had to take a break from carrying and went and started on dishes, but it seems I am about out of time for the night and energy in any case... sort of. I will finish the dishes and shower, I think. Yes, I think so.
You know, everything I put up there... will all be coming down again. At least the rest of the house will look pretty! For a while. Hey hey, cheer up, they are only to kick my teeth in and use steel wool to clean off the dead skin. Ain't it all dead? Bah! It is good. Good night, Opus #6.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Hmm, how did that happen?
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My Mom called today. Early in the morning, so I did not hear it. By the time I knew she had called, I was already engaged and going. As well, I suspected she would be up to her ears in something. She usually is if I try to call her back like that. I told her what I was up to, got caught up on what she was doing, and then it happened. Ready for my visit? Of course, why do you think I have been so busy, says I. I want to be ready for your visit in two weeks. *silence* Hello? Uhm, I hate to tell you this, but I am coming the 26th. That is next Monday. Oh, says I. Never worry *gulp*, I was just talking. (he's lying)
Well, okay, the bed will be in on Saturday. The tv? Not, not for a while on top of it. I have to figure something out with my card company. The address will not go in, neither home nor street address for some reason. Further, it seems I have been using a card which I thought was inactive, by accident. It is the one I just paid off, the one with 26% or 29% interest. I am not sure where the other one is. In any case, I have been using the credit card knowing I can pay most of it off but wanting cash on hand for... anything. Wow, okay.
So, a few things to figure out, a few more things to do. A little quicker than what I had hoped. The extra downstairs bedroom needs to be emptied of boxes by Saturday, and I would like the front room sorted out as well. If nothing else, I would like to get the boxes and furniture pieces out of the way for when the bed, but then the tv, and of course my mother, arrives. As well, I need to empty some boxes in the kitchen, putting away the last half of that. Then there is the last appointment for the week tomorrow. As well, all of the business I need to sort out it seems, on top of figuring out how to pay some bills. By Saturday, for the most part, then by Sunday evening, as my mom is arriving in the morning.
It is hot, but that is not why I am sweating. Meh, gives me something to shoot for. *grins*
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My Mom called today. Early in the morning, so I did not hear it. By the time I knew she had called, I was already engaged and going. As well, I suspected she would be up to her ears in something. She usually is if I try to call her back like that. I told her what I was up to, got caught up on what she was doing, and then it happened. Ready for my visit? Of course, why do you think I have been so busy, says I. I want to be ready for your visit in two weeks. *silence* Hello? Uhm, I hate to tell you this, but I am coming the 26th. That is next Monday. Oh, says I. Never worry *gulp*, I was just talking. (he's lying)
Well, okay, the bed will be in on Saturday. The tv? Not, not for a while on top of it. I have to figure something out with my card company. The address will not go in, neither home nor street address for some reason. Further, it seems I have been using a card which I thought was inactive, by accident. It is the one I just paid off, the one with 26% or 29% interest. I am not sure where the other one is. In any case, I have been using the credit card knowing I can pay most of it off but wanting cash on hand for... anything. Wow, okay.
So, a few things to figure out, a few more things to do. A little quicker than what I had hoped. The extra downstairs bedroom needs to be emptied of boxes by Saturday, and I would like the front room sorted out as well. If nothing else, I would like to get the boxes and furniture pieces out of the way for when the bed, but then the tv, and of course my mother, arrives. As well, I need to empty some boxes in the kitchen, putting away the last half of that. Then there is the last appointment for the week tomorrow. As well, all of the business I need to sort out it seems, on top of figuring out how to pay some bills. By Saturday, for the most part, then by Sunday evening, as my mom is arriving in the morning.
It is hot, but that is not why I am sweating. Meh, gives me something to shoot for. *grins*
Success truly smells sweet.
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Getting up was akin to pulling teeth and petting a hippopotamus. An hour more in the sack helped. It felt like I was getting up at noon, and barely. It turned out, after I had awakened enough to notice, a 10:00 rise. So, not bad if not at all fun. I have felt a little run over and run down. I have increased my meals and am somewhat lowering the amount, while trying to make two of the meals from some grain, bean, or mix. It is actually difficult to eat three meals a day. I get tired just from that!
But, work was in the cards today. I have been working on bills throughout the day, and how to pay them. I have a few left, but the means to pay one that was really worrying me. After my appointment, I went to my bank with one or two tasks on my mind and kept finding other things. First, a change of address. Second, checks were ordered, but the cashier also provided 9 counter checks, upon which she had a machine print my account number. I then asked to have a second debit card sent. And finally, asked about getting my online access going. All done, or in the works! Very nice.
Next, I went shopping for televisions. I could have just looked, but... no. I wanted to talk to someone who has a thing for televisions. And I got one. After a half an hour with him, I think I have settled on a television. It is not offered at the store, but I can order it online. He was even hot for it, and it costs less than several others but is much better. Further, I looked at a sound system, found the one I want, and a stand. I also checked about installation, which is available. So, this evening I will be tending that matter. After that, I drove to a furniture store to look for a bed, a firm bed. Actually, I would prefer no pillow top, but that seems mostly what was available, unless I wanted to try for memory foam. Comparing costs, pillow top soundly trounced memory foam. Plus, I do not know if I or my mother would like the foam. Untested nonreturnables seem risky, or was it returnable? Too much hassle. So, after a bit of shopping, I bought one and a steel frame. It will arrive Saturday, and they will set it up. I do not really need the setup, but it comes with delivery which I do need, so why waste a chance to be lazy!?!
Hot, again, hot I say. Oh, probably only in the low 90's. In Iowa, I was turning on the AC in the low 70's. Humidity or not, my tolerance for heat has improved a ton. I will not say I am enjoying the heat, only that I am handling it. My home is no small part of that, but too it cools during the nights to a much greater degree than it did in Iowa. It gets into either the low or mid 50's here at night. And this house traps a good deal of it, if I attend the windows correctly. Oddly, that is one thing I have not messed up or forgotten to attend. Well, not really oddly, just... you know... somewhat out of character for me.
Televisions have sure come down. Though they are not quite giving them out with free gas and trips to Europe either. I will see myself into a reasonable kit, television, sound system, and stand for less than I paid for my first HDTV. Actually, I think my sound system cost more and offered less? Well, still, I do not think this system will hold a candle to my old sound system though and in suth. I think it is a 46" LED, I will know more in a bit.
Thanks for dropping in. Leave the tips... somewhere else. I do not do tips. You cannot pay enough for the lack of content I provide. So there? Ha!
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Getting up was akin to pulling teeth and petting a hippopotamus. An hour more in the sack helped. It felt like I was getting up at noon, and barely. It turned out, after I had awakened enough to notice, a 10:00 rise. So, not bad if not at all fun. I have felt a little run over and run down. I have increased my meals and am somewhat lowering the amount, while trying to make two of the meals from some grain, bean, or mix. It is actually difficult to eat three meals a day. I get tired just from that!
But, work was in the cards today. I have been working on bills throughout the day, and how to pay them. I have a few left, but the means to pay one that was really worrying me. After my appointment, I went to my bank with one or two tasks on my mind and kept finding other things. First, a change of address. Second, checks were ordered, but the cashier also provided 9 counter checks, upon which she had a machine print my account number. I then asked to have a second debit card sent. And finally, asked about getting my online access going. All done, or in the works! Very nice.
Next, I went shopping for televisions. I could have just looked, but... no. I wanted to talk to someone who has a thing for televisions. And I got one. After a half an hour with him, I think I have settled on a television. It is not offered at the store, but I can order it online. He was even hot for it, and it costs less than several others but is much better. Further, I looked at a sound system, found the one I want, and a stand. I also checked about installation, which is available. So, this evening I will be tending that matter. After that, I drove to a furniture store to look for a bed, a firm bed. Actually, I would prefer no pillow top, but that seems mostly what was available, unless I wanted to try for memory foam. Comparing costs, pillow top soundly trounced memory foam. Plus, I do not know if I or my mother would like the foam. Untested nonreturnables seem risky, or was it returnable? Too much hassle. So, after a bit of shopping, I bought one and a steel frame. It will arrive Saturday, and they will set it up. I do not really need the setup, but it comes with delivery which I do need, so why waste a chance to be lazy!?!
Hot, again, hot I say. Oh, probably only in the low 90's. In Iowa, I was turning on the AC in the low 70's. Humidity or not, my tolerance for heat has improved a ton. I will not say I am enjoying the heat, only that I am handling it. My home is no small part of that, but too it cools during the nights to a much greater degree than it did in Iowa. It gets into either the low or mid 50's here at night. And this house traps a good deal of it, if I attend the windows correctly. Oddly, that is one thing I have not messed up or forgotten to attend. Well, not really oddly, just... you know... somewhat out of character for me.
Televisions have sure come down. Though they are not quite giving them out with free gas and trips to Europe either. I will see myself into a reasonable kit, television, sound system, and stand for less than I paid for my first HDTV. Actually, I think my sound system cost more and offered less? Well, still, I do not think this system will hold a candle to my old sound system though and in suth. I think it is a 46" LED, I will know more in a bit.
Thanks for dropping in. Leave the tips... somewhere else. I do not do tips. You cannot pay enough for the lack of content I provide. So there? Ha!
Business, bills, a tv, and a bed?
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Yesterday was a nothing today. I was able to light a bit of a fire in the engine when thinking about bills all day yesterday and yet doing nothing about them. Today is a different matter. One bill has been dealt with, several others are being investigated. Why can even paying a bill be a hassle? Really, what is so hard about paying a bill? Getting automatic payments going is like trying to drink the ocean dry, too. But, for now, I will do what I can. Anyway, working on that. And, though I am pretty sure I was not supposed to have an appointment today, one is scheduled. So, I will go in. In any case, I wanted to do some more shopping. The short term food storage list still needs a number of items, and I will look at other options while there. Plus, out of soda, sour cream, need another gallon of milk, butter, and... Ugh.
As well, while I am in town, I will order checks, change my address at the bank while there, and reset my online password and such. All in a days work. I probably will not be by to visit my friend, as today I have too much else to do. Oh, I had best stop in at the butcher shop while I am at it. Hmm, I would like to stop in to the post office and get a couple of change of address cards while I am at it. Though that might end up being a tomorrow thing. I am not even sure I will get all this done.
While dealing with one of my bills, I was able to get the address corrected, got the news that this one is actually going to be automatic on August 2nd, and I ordered cable tv while at it. I will need, of course, now to actually, you know, BUY A TV (and sound system, as most tv's suck soundwise, but I don't need 1000w either)! My mother would go nuts without her... soaps? Or tv anyway. I think she is done with soaps, actually. And, sometime soon, I need to get another bed. I am thinking queen, maybe twin (or is double the next down from queen). A firm mattress, to be sure. Pillow top is not necessary. No fancy head or foot-boards for now, either. Just a mattress, box spring, and frame. Buying new really seems to be the only option, if you know anything about beds.
Too much! Oh well.
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Yesterday was a nothing today. I was able to light a bit of a fire in the engine when thinking about bills all day yesterday and yet doing nothing about them. Today is a different matter. One bill has been dealt with, several others are being investigated. Why can even paying a bill be a hassle? Really, what is so hard about paying a bill? Getting automatic payments going is like trying to drink the ocean dry, too. But, for now, I will do what I can. Anyway, working on that. And, though I am pretty sure I was not supposed to have an appointment today, one is scheduled. So, I will go in. In any case, I wanted to do some more shopping. The short term food storage list still needs a number of items, and I will look at other options while there. Plus, out of soda, sour cream, need another gallon of milk, butter, and... Ugh.
As well, while I am in town, I will order checks, change my address at the bank while there, and reset my online password and such. All in a days work. I probably will not be by to visit my friend, as today I have too much else to do. Oh, I had best stop in at the butcher shop while I am at it. Hmm, I would like to stop in to the post office and get a couple of change of address cards while I am at it. Though that might end up being a tomorrow thing. I am not even sure I will get all this done.
While dealing with one of my bills, I was able to get the address corrected, got the news that this one is actually going to be automatic on August 2nd, and I ordered cable tv while at it. I will need, of course, now to actually, you know, BUY A TV (and sound system, as most tv's suck soundwise, but I don't need 1000w either)! My mother would go nuts without her... soaps? Or tv anyway. I think she is done with soaps, actually. And, sometime soon, I need to get another bed. I am thinking queen, maybe twin (or is double the next down from queen). A firm mattress, to be sure. Pillow top is not necessary. No fancy head or foot-boards for now, either. Just a mattress, box spring, and frame. Buying new really seems to be the only option, if you know anything about beds.
Too much! Oh well.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Cat 1, human 0.
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I often let Sam out when she wants to go outside. Sometimes I do not know what she wants, though, so she gets pets, light scratching, and attention. The only time I sort of shoo her is when her tail end goes up, she meows oddly, and she looks at me a bit too intently. None of that, this is not, after all... well, a cathouse! As time goes by, I am learning her language. She is plainly not simply a dumb beast. She is not a linguist either. So, I learn.
After experimenting with her a bit, I finally figured something out. When she comes to the door and makes a fuss she does not always want let in. Sometimes she wants me to go out with her! Yes, she does. And I did go out a couple of times. My hair is funny, as it is an off day. Even brushing it just gives that Einstein look. So, I missed out on more time with her, and outside on the steps, due to pride. I will have to fix this. If I need to shower nearly every day, then so be it. It is nice to have a friend invite me out, even for a simple evening porch sit and good company.
I do like that cat. I think I actually have grown to love her. Vomit, weird ways, and all. Oh, her new food has helped a great deal with the vomiting, and she likes it a good deal more. Same brand, but includes some of the things she likes I guess. So, here I sit like a fool at a machine that does me no good while I could be outdoors having some fun. I will fix this. I would like the score to be more like cat 1, human 1.
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I often let Sam out when she wants to go outside. Sometimes I do not know what she wants, though, so she gets pets, light scratching, and attention. The only time I sort of shoo her is when her tail end goes up, she meows oddly, and she looks at me a bit too intently. None of that, this is not, after all... well, a cathouse! As time goes by, I am learning her language. She is plainly not simply a dumb beast. She is not a linguist either. So, I learn.
After experimenting with her a bit, I finally figured something out. When she comes to the door and makes a fuss she does not always want let in. Sometimes she wants me to go out with her! Yes, she does. And I did go out a couple of times. My hair is funny, as it is an off day. Even brushing it just gives that Einstein look. So, I missed out on more time with her, and outside on the steps, due to pride. I will have to fix this. If I need to shower nearly every day, then so be it. It is nice to have a friend invite me out, even for a simple evening porch sit and good company.
I do like that cat. I think I actually have grown to love her. Vomit, weird ways, and all. Oh, her new food has helped a great deal with the vomiting, and she likes it a good deal more. Same brand, but includes some of the things she likes I guess. So, here I sit like a fool at a machine that does me no good while I could be outdoors having some fun. I will fix this. I would like the score to be more like cat 1, human 1.
News and some thoughts.
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Most of this is Utah news, though some of even that has potential for much larger eventual impact.
This first piece started a chain of thoughts concerning feminism, and the social impact it has, is, and will have on women's lives for some time to come. Whether we, as a nation and society, politically, socially, and religiously end feminism as we know it or not, one of two other things or their collusion will. Either in breaking the federal bank, eliminating sports and science studies for men, depopulation through abortive means and through contraception, all leading to a decline in the viability of the nation... or through an actual attack, or number of attacks, any nation with our level of feminism is destined to die, hard. The second wave of victims of this socialist monstrosity, however, are already being carted away.
This is a local topic which might or might not have legs. I think not, however, due to initiation costs at this point and the lack of any real noticeable cost reductions to bureaucracy. At least not at this time. I have been considering whether this was a great or bad idea. Considering the expense involved in implementation, along with confusion and other problems, it is probably not something I would have really wanted. However, having access to public agencies later and earlier in the day, worker satisfaction (which can improve function), and some other things, I am not sure I would want them to change it back at this point.
I was not terribly surprised this next report made national news. I was depressed about the direction it took. Oh, so a couple of state workers broke the law by... exposing thousands of lawbreakers? WTF!?! No, seriously. Beyond that, if a few state workers have this information, it means finding and deporting illegals is actually as difficult, as say, opening a phone book. Would it catch every one of them? It would not need to do so. Look to Arizona for a clue. Now, something that has to be considered is real migrant workers. They are useful, helpful, economically needed. We do need to have some contract with Mexico regarding this. Migrant, however, does not mean U.S. citizen equivalent, does not mean food stamps, does not net Social Security checks, and does not allow for medical, dental, or educational opportunities, or should not. And, I would like to see an end to the anchor baby loop-hole. Amazing.
This last is a small, seeming very local, isolated event. And yet it may well be the beginning of the end for something that has gone on far too long. Native Americans have been given, albeit often mostly worthless and small, patches of land upon which to create their own nations. Hmm, trying to think back in history where such things have happened, and lasted this long. There were, of course, negotiated settlements granting land access, safety in an area, or such. But usually, when the need to negotiate ended, so too did the contracts. How much, currently, is the US taxpayer pumping into "foreign nations" on it's own land? Time to quit this whole charade, integrate or allow to emigrate, and call the thing done. The choice was to wipe them out to a child or this. But this is enough, over done, and needs to end. I do not even care about who is wrong or right on that particular issue, legally or morally, by the way. Though anything that is fighting both a tribal group of people AND the EPA could not be all bad. It would be nice to have an EPA I could actually trust to support though too.
Time for more cereal. Perhaps burgers tonight.
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Most of this is Utah news, though some of even that has potential for much larger eventual impact.
This first piece started a chain of thoughts concerning feminism, and the social impact it has, is, and will have on women's lives for some time to come. Whether we, as a nation and society, politically, socially, and religiously end feminism as we know it or not, one of two other things or their collusion will. Either in breaking the federal bank, eliminating sports and science studies for men, depopulation through abortive means and through contraception, all leading to a decline in the viability of the nation... or through an actual attack, or number of attacks, any nation with our level of feminism is destined to die, hard. The second wave of victims of this socialist monstrosity, however, are already being carted away.
This is a local topic which might or might not have legs. I think not, however, due to initiation costs at this point and the lack of any real noticeable cost reductions to bureaucracy. At least not at this time. I have been considering whether this was a great or bad idea. Considering the expense involved in implementation, along with confusion and other problems, it is probably not something I would have really wanted. However, having access to public agencies later and earlier in the day, worker satisfaction (which can improve function), and some other things, I am not sure I would want them to change it back at this point.
I was not terribly surprised this next report made national news. I was depressed about the direction it took. Oh, so a couple of state workers broke the law by... exposing thousands of lawbreakers? WTF!?! No, seriously. Beyond that, if a few state workers have this information, it means finding and deporting illegals is actually as difficult, as say, opening a phone book. Would it catch every one of them? It would not need to do so. Look to Arizona for a clue. Now, something that has to be considered is real migrant workers. They are useful, helpful, economically needed. We do need to have some contract with Mexico regarding this. Migrant, however, does not mean U.S. citizen equivalent, does not mean food stamps, does not net Social Security checks, and does not allow for medical, dental, or educational opportunities, or should not. And, I would like to see an end to the anchor baby loop-hole. Amazing.
This last is a small, seeming very local, isolated event. And yet it may well be the beginning of the end for something that has gone on far too long. Native Americans have been given, albeit often mostly worthless and small, patches of land upon which to create their own nations. Hmm, trying to think back in history where such things have happened, and lasted this long. There were, of course, negotiated settlements granting land access, safety in an area, or such. But usually, when the need to negotiate ended, so too did the contracts. How much, currently, is the US taxpayer pumping into "foreign nations" on it's own land? Time to quit this whole charade, integrate or allow to emigrate, and call the thing done. The choice was to wipe them out to a child or this. But this is enough, over done, and needs to end. I do not even care about who is wrong or right on that particular issue, legally or morally, by the way. Though anything that is fighting both a tribal group of people AND the EPA could not be all bad. It would be nice to have an EPA I could actually trust to support though too.
Time for more cereal. Perhaps burgers tonight.
Doing a few things on the list and thinking.
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Breakfast was good. The cereal was good, and I have enough left for another meal. I do not think I overcooked it. I did get one grouping of paperwork, or I should say another, or even one more set, completed and faxed to the insurance company. I think it was another one to my insurer, though... I am simply losing track on that. I had to chase down several other pieces from other mailings and documents to obtain the information they required. I am quickly losing track of everything I need to do in the business world. This is a potential problem, so I really have to get on all that.
I also wanted to make clear... I am not serious about everything I write here. When I say women are flirting, I cannot be sure. My guess, even if I happen to be an alpha and even if there is something to that... Well, I am an old man, overweight, have not even touched a woman in over six years, and I have a vivid imagination. For all I know, they look at me with the same delight they... see their father or grandfather. *shrug* I will leave it there, at least on that. Beyond, my opinions, thoughts, suggestions... Come on, add in the above self description to the fact that I have been nearly cripplingly disabled for 20 years, cannot seem to track my mail, bills, business... hell even my shoes sometimes, and then you get a more complete picture. I enjoy the notion of being all that but I know the truth and you should as well.
Now, my opinions I try to base within reason. My angers I attempt to sort into categories and find the sources of such, and finally give an accounting of that. However, I may easily and sometimes happily kick the tree beside the car, when it is the car that is broken down. The tree may have nothing to do with the matter, it may simply be handy or less risky for a number of reasons to kick. Beyond being a reasoning, thoughtful, interested human, I am, well, a human. Go figure.
Just blowing bubbles while clearing the baffles.
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Breakfast was good. The cereal was good, and I have enough left for another meal. I do not think I overcooked it. I did get one grouping of paperwork, or I should say another, or even one more set, completed and faxed to the insurance company. I think it was another one to my insurer, though... I am simply losing track on that. I had to chase down several other pieces from other mailings and documents to obtain the information they required. I am quickly losing track of everything I need to do in the business world. This is a potential problem, so I really have to get on all that.
I also wanted to make clear... I am not serious about everything I write here. When I say women are flirting, I cannot be sure. My guess, even if I happen to be an alpha and even if there is something to that... Well, I am an old man, overweight, have not even touched a woman in over six years, and I have a vivid imagination. For all I know, they look at me with the same delight they... see their father or grandfather. *shrug* I will leave it there, at least on that. Beyond, my opinions, thoughts, suggestions... Come on, add in the above self description to the fact that I have been nearly cripplingly disabled for 20 years, cannot seem to track my mail, bills, business... hell even my shoes sometimes, and then you get a more complete picture. I enjoy the notion of being all that but I know the truth and you should as well.
Now, my opinions I try to base within reason. My angers I attempt to sort into categories and find the sources of such, and finally give an accounting of that. However, I may easily and sometimes happily kick the tree beside the car, when it is the car that is broken down. The tree may have nothing to do with the matter, it may simply be handy or less risky for a number of reasons to kick. Beyond being a reasoning, thoughtful, interested human, I am, well, a human. Go figure.
Just blowing bubbles while clearing the baffles.
Monday, July 19, 2010
The hand.
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The finger wounded hand is coming along rather nicely. After... some number of days, I have been able to take the really gimped look of the hand to cosmetically normal... with a little help. I can push the finger into place, most of the time. Sometimes it swells or tightens back up though. It is a far cry from when I first started with those exercises. However, strength is still a major problem. At least compared to my right hand. The Dyna-Flex works on grip, but only to a degree. For closing grip I will need to get something else. I went to a local sporting goods store today for that reason. I found the only coil connected handle squeeze exercise piece there. But this time, before simply buying and walking off with hope and surety, I opened the box and tried them. No good, my right and left hand can squeeze that set as easy as pie.
Since then I have looked online. There are many sets, ranging in resistance or so I have it, from 100 to 350 pounds. They are offered here, there, and everywhere. Which strength should I get? Should I get a set of all six pieces? Where is the best price, can I trust that site. I love the internet, and hate it too. I also saw an exercise piece that works each finger independently. It too has a range, from 7,8, or 9 pounds, IIRC. I have no idea which to get, what to get, all or none? I am thinking on it.
I will call the V.A. tomorrow and check about rehabilitation. My guess is they will ask me to get a referral from my primary, who may or may not even see me. I wonder what she will say about the blood pressure? Still, I will let her know that my blood pressure is now no longer her concern. She has been fired regarding that matter. It is only the finger she needs to concern herself with. Pun slightly intended.
I am cooking some cereal tonight in hopes of it being ready, left on the stove overnight, for a healthy warm-up and eat breakfast in the morning. Not eating regularly, after doing so with good foods for a bit, is murder. Damn, this whole life thing, once you get sort of some kind of roll going, it becomes addictive. The cereal I chose is a 9-grain mix, in meal form this time. Perhaps my cooking process is the wrong way to go about it, we will see. If it is wrong, it will be concrete. I know this. But I thought it was rather... raw. If so, it will need all that I give it tonight and then some cooking in the morning.
Wow. Wildlife of some sort outside. I went to look over my little garden and get Sam as it is nearing bedtime. As I neared the garden, and the tree near it, something stirred, violently and closely. At first I had no idea what it was. A second time, pretty close to the first spot. I head in, having no clue quite yet. A third and a fourth time, though further and further away. Sam is lolling in the drive, not worried a bit. Then as I get near the door she heads my way but simply does not wish to deign satisfy my whim. Women! So, Sam under my arm, in we go. With the door safely shut, I consider what I heard. Hmm, flapping wings? Check, I think. Sam had no fear? Check, I think. It was some type of owl or other bird trying to flush prey. Still, it was close, new to me in a startling manner, and rather unnerving. The other local wildlife has been inside. No, mice are... not a problem.
I remember Bane discussing a spider about the size of a silver dollar. He described the monstrosity in detail. I think he called it a Wolf spider? Today, while finishing my loo reading, I stood up, turned around, and... there he was. He had been behind me for some period of time, though certainly after I... began my reading. I did not bother to kill him. Unlike women, I see no need. My guess is he is neither poisonous nor even a pest. He probably tends the real pests, that of flies, mosquitoes, and various other less welcome guests. No, I let him alone and he did likewise. No high 8's maybe, but it is enough. I think I will have my mother use the other bathroom. It is bigger, has more storage, has a shower and a bath, and is nicer all around. But at night, she will be using the master bedroom so the master bathroom. Maybe she will not see him? I would hate to kill my new found ally for the happiness of my mother's two week stay whim. I could shoo him and say he got away though too.
Good night.
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The finger wounded hand is coming along rather nicely. After... some number of days, I have been able to take the really gimped look of the hand to cosmetically normal... with a little help. I can push the finger into place, most of the time. Sometimes it swells or tightens back up though. It is a far cry from when I first started with those exercises. However, strength is still a major problem. At least compared to my right hand. The Dyna-Flex works on grip, but only to a degree. For closing grip I will need to get something else. I went to a local sporting goods store today for that reason. I found the only coil connected handle squeeze exercise piece there. But this time, before simply buying and walking off with hope and surety, I opened the box and tried them. No good, my right and left hand can squeeze that set as easy as pie.
Since then I have looked online. There are many sets, ranging in resistance or so I have it, from 100 to 350 pounds. They are offered here, there, and everywhere. Which strength should I get? Should I get a set of all six pieces? Where is the best price, can I trust that site. I love the internet, and hate it too. I also saw an exercise piece that works each finger independently. It too has a range, from 7,8, or 9 pounds, IIRC. I have no idea which to get, what to get, all or none? I am thinking on it.
I will call the V.A. tomorrow and check about rehabilitation. My guess is they will ask me to get a referral from my primary, who may or may not even see me. I wonder what she will say about the blood pressure? Still, I will let her know that my blood pressure is now no longer her concern. She has been fired regarding that matter. It is only the finger she needs to concern herself with. Pun slightly intended.
I am cooking some cereal tonight in hopes of it being ready, left on the stove overnight, for a healthy warm-up and eat breakfast in the morning. Not eating regularly, after doing so with good foods for a bit, is murder. Damn, this whole life thing, once you get sort of some kind of roll going, it becomes addictive. The cereal I chose is a 9-grain mix, in meal form this time. Perhaps my cooking process is the wrong way to go about it, we will see. If it is wrong, it will be concrete. I know this. But I thought it was rather... raw. If so, it will need all that I give it tonight and then some cooking in the morning.
Wow. Wildlife of some sort outside. I went to look over my little garden and get Sam as it is nearing bedtime. As I neared the garden, and the tree near it, something stirred, violently and closely. At first I had no idea what it was. A second time, pretty close to the first spot. I head in, having no clue quite yet. A third and a fourth time, though further and further away. Sam is lolling in the drive, not worried a bit. Then as I get near the door she heads my way but simply does not wish to deign satisfy my whim. Women! So, Sam under my arm, in we go. With the door safely shut, I consider what I heard. Hmm, flapping wings? Check, I think. Sam had no fear? Check, I think. It was some type of owl or other bird trying to flush prey. Still, it was close, new to me in a startling manner, and rather unnerving. The other local wildlife has been inside. No, mice are... not a problem.
I remember Bane discussing a spider about the size of a silver dollar. He described the monstrosity in detail. I think he called it a Wolf spider? Today, while finishing my loo reading, I stood up, turned around, and... there he was. He had been behind me for some period of time, though certainly after I... began my reading. I did not bother to kill him. Unlike women, I see no need. My guess is he is neither poisonous nor even a pest. He probably tends the real pests, that of flies, mosquitoes, and various other less welcome guests. No, I let him alone and he did likewise. No high 8's maybe, but it is enough. I think I will have my mother use the other bathroom. It is bigger, has more storage, has a shower and a bath, and is nicer all around. But at night, she will be using the master bedroom so the master bathroom. Maybe she will not see him? I would hate to kill my new found ally for the happiness of my mother's two week stay whim. I could shoo him and say he got away though too.
Good night.
Up before the sun and the alarm.
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Sleep, or what passed for sleep, was poor last night. I simply could not cool off. I am pretty sure why that was and that it was my fault. The last of the strawberry shortcake and homemade whipped cream was absolutely worth the heat. Though a little more sleep would have been good. At some point I realized one of two things would happen. I would get up and begin my day or I would wrestle with sleep until it won and have a wretched fight on my hands all day trying to capture enough sleep, pull out of the lethargy of the attempt, and be fighting the clock all day long.
With my fear of losing control and sliding into... blankness again, here I sit. I set the timer on the sprinkler and let Sam out to look for mice, find her favorite grasses to dine on (ugh), and I am about to begin my blog and news cycle patrol. I was up so late though, there is probably nothing new out there. I will do dishes yet this morning, begin making one of the cereals, and try to start the day off as well as I may. Perhaps I will make enough cereal for a lunch, or tomorrow morning too. Then boil a dozen eggs. I also hope to pretty much finish the kitchen up to unpacking the next set of items and polish my shoes.
That is a small group of projects, but it is going to be a long day. I should pick out a movie too, for the heat of the afternoon. Drats, I had meant to clean my guns last night. I have been lax there. I finally found my cleaning kit a few weeks ago, but have not found or made the time to clean some sorely deserving firearms. All of my guns could use at least a major cleaning. Anyway, this afternoon, after a movie, it is to the hills for some more shooting. Actually, a matinee might be the thing. I have heard there is a decent movie out, something about dream stealing.
Up and at it. Now to see if I can do more than just wake up early.
Be swift, be well, be right, and enjoy it!
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Sleep, or what passed for sleep, was poor last night. I simply could not cool off. I am pretty sure why that was and that it was my fault. The last of the strawberry shortcake and homemade whipped cream was absolutely worth the heat. Though a little more sleep would have been good. At some point I realized one of two things would happen. I would get up and begin my day or I would wrestle with sleep until it won and have a wretched fight on my hands all day trying to capture enough sleep, pull out of the lethargy of the attempt, and be fighting the clock all day long.
With my fear of losing control and sliding into... blankness again, here I sit. I set the timer on the sprinkler and let Sam out to look for mice, find her favorite grasses to dine on (ugh), and I am about to begin my blog and news cycle patrol. I was up so late though, there is probably nothing new out there. I will do dishes yet this morning, begin making one of the cereals, and try to start the day off as well as I may. Perhaps I will make enough cereal for a lunch, or tomorrow morning too. Then boil a dozen eggs. I also hope to pretty much finish the kitchen up to unpacking the next set of items and polish my shoes.
That is a small group of projects, but it is going to be a long day. I should pick out a movie too, for the heat of the afternoon. Drats, I had meant to clean my guns last night. I have been lax there. I finally found my cleaning kit a few weeks ago, but have not found or made the time to clean some sorely deserving firearms. All of my guns could use at least a major cleaning. Anyway, this afternoon, after a movie, it is to the hills for some more shooting. Actually, a matinee might be the thing. I have heard there is a decent movie out, something about dream stealing.
Up and at it. Now to see if I can do more than just wake up early.
Be swift, be well, be right, and enjoy it!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
A slow day.
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A low and slow day. Little has been done, little will be done. I did go shooting, always a good thing. I did get a couple meals in, still have not been able to do three meals yet. The idea is to first get to three meals, then cut those and do snacks. It is in the works. It might take some time to internalize. But it is on the list. A drive up the canyon, later in the day, was perfect for shooting. Shaded and cool, lead was known to fly. Oh, I also found out about matches. Once I get my reloader set up and going, I may dig into that a bit more. They are ISPCA where I am looking more for practical, but it would be a start, might well be a lead in, and would not hurt a bit to investigate. If one is to make local friends, friends who happen to be good or improving shooters are a decent place to start.
I have been having a wonderful time with women and girls lately. No, no, I have been being a good boy. But flirting is too damn much fun to ignore, pass up, or whatnot. So many kittens and only one me, it is harsh. The nice thing, for me, is I probably would not pick a one of them. I know too much and know what I am dealing with, woman wise. But I can enjoy. One of the things that has baffled me has become more clear. A grown woman will give a man an amazingly quick glance and then she will either like him or up-the-nose-goes and he becomes Bantha fodder. Bam! That fast. So, I have never really been able to figure out what in particular women like. Girls, on the other hand, have not attained to Jedi Mistress status, and the force is not always giving them the speed they need to hide their interest. It has happened three times in the last week, and I think I figured it out. It is not just my size, though that is summed as... 'very nice'. It is my chest size. I have had three girls look at my chest and just light up. Ah... Okies. Still, a bit spooky. Way way too young. And way way too lit up. *sweating bullets and praying*
Tomorrow is a day which has me worried. The heat is not helping function, but I have not been getting up early or well this whole weekend. I may try evening showers again. I have been sore, too hot, weak, and incapable. It may be all, or mostly, heat. Or it might be illness creeping back in. It worries me. If showers do not fix it, I may try a window air conditioner in my room. I will need 2x4's, but I need a couple anyway for another project, so I might as well buy a small collection. It will be interesting to see how I can get whole 2x4's home. I could measure, cut, and put them in. But I am not comfortable with that, and there may come I time where I need the whole 2x4s. So... I will work this out. A half a dozen should do. But plywood panels? I am thinking I need a trailer of some type. I would prefer a small, say 6x8 enclosed (completely), one with a decent payload capacity. As long as there are means, inside, of tying things off, such a device would be great. I blather.
Tomorrow, though, I have an appointment. I will then take a movie over to my friend's place, then we are going shooting again in the afternoon. I definitely need the practice. After that, no appointments until Thursday, so home is where I will be trying to put my hands to hard labor. I have been lagging and I cannot let that lead to failure. I have too much to do. I have things I need to do and things I want to do. Hiking to the dam this week, at least once, for a swim, is on my list. With three free days to do that, during the week when the dam is less crowded, I am hoping I get it done.
I have to push through my pre-occupations and occupations if I want to move forward... I have to do that. I must do it. I want to do it. I will do it.
Good night, siblings, all 31 or so of you.
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A low and slow day. Little has been done, little will be done. I did go shooting, always a good thing. I did get a couple meals in, still have not been able to do three meals yet. The idea is to first get to three meals, then cut those and do snacks. It is in the works. It might take some time to internalize. But it is on the list. A drive up the canyon, later in the day, was perfect for shooting. Shaded and cool, lead was known to fly. Oh, I also found out about matches. Once I get my reloader set up and going, I may dig into that a bit more. They are ISPCA where I am looking more for practical, but it would be a start, might well be a lead in, and would not hurt a bit to investigate. If one is to make local friends, friends who happen to be good or improving shooters are a decent place to start.
I have been having a wonderful time with women and girls lately. No, no, I have been being a good boy. But flirting is too damn much fun to ignore, pass up, or whatnot. So many kittens and only one me, it is harsh. The nice thing, for me, is I probably would not pick a one of them. I know too much and know what I am dealing with, woman wise. But I can enjoy. One of the things that has baffled me has become more clear. A grown woman will give a man an amazingly quick glance and then she will either like him or up-the-nose-goes and he becomes Bantha fodder. Bam! That fast. So, I have never really been able to figure out what in particular women like. Girls, on the other hand, have not attained to Jedi Mistress status, and the force is not always giving them the speed they need to hide their interest. It has happened three times in the last week, and I think I figured it out. It is not just my size, though that is summed as... 'very nice'. It is my chest size. I have had three girls look at my chest and just light up. Ah... Okies. Still, a bit spooky. Way way too young. And way way too lit up. *sweating bullets and praying*
Tomorrow is a day which has me worried. The heat is not helping function, but I have not been getting up early or well this whole weekend. I may try evening showers again. I have been sore, too hot, weak, and incapable. It may be all, or mostly, heat. Or it might be illness creeping back in. It worries me. If showers do not fix it, I may try a window air conditioner in my room. I will need 2x4's, but I need a couple anyway for another project, so I might as well buy a small collection. It will be interesting to see how I can get whole 2x4's home. I could measure, cut, and put them in. But I am not comfortable with that, and there may come I time where I need the whole 2x4s. So... I will work this out. A half a dozen should do. But plywood panels? I am thinking I need a trailer of some type. I would prefer a small, say 6x8 enclosed (completely), one with a decent payload capacity. As long as there are means, inside, of tying things off, such a device would be great. I blather.
Tomorrow, though, I have an appointment. I will then take a movie over to my friend's place, then we are going shooting again in the afternoon. I definitely need the practice. After that, no appointments until Thursday, so home is where I will be trying to put my hands to hard labor. I have been lagging and I cannot let that lead to failure. I have too much to do. I have things I need to do and things I want to do. Hiking to the dam this week, at least once, for a swim, is on my list. With three free days to do that, during the week when the dam is less crowded, I am hoping I get it done.
I have to push through my pre-occupations and occupations if I want to move forward... I have to do that. I must do it. I want to do it. I will do it.
Good night, siblings, all 31 or so of you.
At no matter what age...
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There are some things any of us should not see. And, not always for the reasons you think. I just saw something that I should not have seen. My mother is arriving in two weeks. Can I forget in time? I pray every night, at every meal, and sometimes just because. I do not think God is going to help me on this one. That is all I am saying.
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There are some things any of us should not see. And, not always for the reasons you think. I just saw something that I should not have seen. My mother is arriving in two weeks. Can I forget in time? I pray every night, at every meal, and sometimes just because. I do not think God is going to help me on this one. That is all I am saying.
SurvivalBlog has a contest.
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And I am considering entering it. The prizes? Nice, but not really why. I doubt if I have a winner, if a little work could at least get some notice. Even a nod would be sort of a 'whatever' thing. What I would like to do is activate people. Here is the very rough first shot.
I Can’t Do It!
I am a disabled man. The exact name of the illness is not even known to me. The end result is a need for sleep that I struggle through every day, exhaustion as if I had gone to bed at 22:00 and woken at 0:00, and live my life like that. My ability to function, of course, is severely impacted. Getting to the grocery store, at times, has been so difficult that I have lived without food for a week at a time. So, I buy in as large of quantities as is possible, when I do go. That was my life for nearly 2 decades. I had quit all medicine as none of it really worked. High blood pressure and diabetes became additional concerns. And life was feeling a little constrained.
For whatever reason, I began to dream of mountains. I dreamed of owning a house. I was thinking of living with a more conservative people, at that time I lived in an ultra-liberal enclave in Iowa. I also started thinking about survival. As bad of shape as I was in, I also knew that the rest of the country was in bad shape and that it was only going to get worse. And so it has. So, I started to plan. Initially my forays into online information was, I would say, recreational. It was until it wasn’t.
Two years ago, I began speaking with a neighbor, who happened to be from Utah, about some of these things. He, a family man, earning is doctorate in English, was definitely on a different track. Though, I think, he would have liked many of my ideas ideally, he had a wife, children, and career which would not allow for much of my ideas. Still, he ended up being an exceptional source of ideas. Actually, it was he who suggested Utah.
Last year, in spite of all of my issues, and with a great deal of assistance, I packed up my belongings, moved to a bigger city for the region, and began putting plans into action. It has been a brutal year. I have moved 4 times, sum total. I have lived in a retched college dorm type place, then a decent house, and finally my own home… on lend from the bank mind you. I have had help with moving. I have made friends with a few of the locals. But I have learned and grown a great deal beyond that life I had known.
In my new place, still unpacking, and after having figured out a bit about plumbing, I am just now getting to the actuality of food storage, long and short term. I am considering alternative energy possibilities if those are a bit off, I am looking into the possibility of a well. Of course, I am also looking at preparing my home, the grounds, and my gear for a serious decline. So much yet to do, and yet so much done.
I have done this over my health issues. I have done this while wounded, cutting the index finger in half a month or so ago, and I have done this all against all odds. I have no great fortune and do not make much, if it is a bit secure. I have even learned to live without air conditioning. Though I may get a device for my Mother’s visit, I am changing myself.
All I am saying is, if you think you can’t, you may be quite wrong. Just don’t expect to do it in a day. I am far from done, but I am also far from what I had thought was home. My changes are coming in spits, and now encompass every part of my life. Nothing I do, used to do, or consider doing is not viewed and reviewed in the light of what I am learning. But it does not stop there.
Though still ill, still crippled to a degree, I am beginning to come to much greater stamina and function. I am not as tired, if I still must push pretty hard to simply get out of my chair. I am learning about electricity, plumbing, rainwater catches, on and off grid energy systems, and food preparation, and so many other things. I am in an engineering level, full court press, educational system about survival living and prep. Even my high blood pressure is good, almost as good as the best medicine they ever offered, though without the need to sleep 18 hours to 3 days at a time while taking it.
Really, if you want to do this, you can. What it means is going out of yourself. Whether it is your job or a disability which keeps you occupied, you will have to tend that AND THEN do this. It is not easy. Luckily for me, many of my natural inclinations such as where to live, and my interest in the outdoors from fishing to hunting to hiking and camping, have lent well to these plans. Still, I had to get out of bed, I had to leave my computer chair, and I had to do a lot of work. I have a lot more to do. If I can do it, the choice for most regular people is absolutely in their own hands.
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And I am considering entering it. The prizes? Nice, but not really why. I doubt if I have a winner, if a little work could at least get some notice. Even a nod would be sort of a 'whatever' thing. What I would like to do is activate people. Here is the very rough first shot.
I Can’t Do It!
I am a disabled man. The exact name of the illness is not even known to me. The end result is a need for sleep that I struggle through every day, exhaustion as if I had gone to bed at 22:00 and woken at 0:00, and live my life like that. My ability to function, of course, is severely impacted. Getting to the grocery store, at times, has been so difficult that I have lived without food for a week at a time. So, I buy in as large of quantities as is possible, when I do go. That was my life for nearly 2 decades. I had quit all medicine as none of it really worked. High blood pressure and diabetes became additional concerns. And life was feeling a little constrained.
For whatever reason, I began to dream of mountains. I dreamed of owning a house. I was thinking of living with a more conservative people, at that time I lived in an ultra-liberal enclave in Iowa. I also started thinking about survival. As bad of shape as I was in, I also knew that the rest of the country was in bad shape and that it was only going to get worse. And so it has. So, I started to plan. Initially my forays into online information was, I would say, recreational. It was until it wasn’t.
Two years ago, I began speaking with a neighbor, who happened to be from Utah, about some of these things. He, a family man, earning is doctorate in English, was definitely on a different track. Though, I think, he would have liked many of my ideas ideally, he had a wife, children, and career which would not allow for much of my ideas. Still, he ended up being an exceptional source of ideas. Actually, it was he who suggested Utah.
Last year, in spite of all of my issues, and with a great deal of assistance, I packed up my belongings, moved to a bigger city for the region, and began putting plans into action. It has been a brutal year. I have moved 4 times, sum total. I have lived in a retched college dorm type place, then a decent house, and finally my own home… on lend from the bank mind you. I have had help with moving. I have made friends with a few of the locals. But I have learned and grown a great deal beyond that life I had known.
In my new place, still unpacking, and after having figured out a bit about plumbing, I am just now getting to the actuality of food storage, long and short term. I am considering alternative energy possibilities if those are a bit off, I am looking into the possibility of a well. Of course, I am also looking at preparing my home, the grounds, and my gear for a serious decline. So much yet to do, and yet so much done.
I have done this over my health issues. I have done this while wounded, cutting the index finger in half a month or so ago, and I have done this all against all odds. I have no great fortune and do not make much, if it is a bit secure. I have even learned to live without air conditioning. Though I may get a device for my Mother’s visit, I am changing myself.
All I am saying is, if you think you can’t, you may be quite wrong. Just don’t expect to do it in a day. I am far from done, but I am also far from what I had thought was home. My changes are coming in spits, and now encompass every part of my life. Nothing I do, used to do, or consider doing is not viewed and reviewed in the light of what I am learning. But it does not stop there.
Though still ill, still crippled to a degree, I am beginning to come to much greater stamina and function. I am not as tired, if I still must push pretty hard to simply get out of my chair. I am learning about electricity, plumbing, rainwater catches, on and off grid energy systems, and food preparation, and so many other things. I am in an engineering level, full court press, educational system about survival living and prep. Even my high blood pressure is good, almost as good as the best medicine they ever offered, though without the need to sleep 18 hours to 3 days at a time while taking it.
Really, if you want to do this, you can. What it means is going out of yourself. Whether it is your job or a disability which keeps you occupied, you will have to tend that AND THEN do this. It is not easy. Luckily for me, many of my natural inclinations such as where to live, and my interest in the outdoors from fishing to hunting to hiking and camping, have lent well to these plans. Still, I had to get out of bed, I had to leave my computer chair, and I had to do a lot of work. I have a lot more to do. If I can do it, the choice for most regular people is absolutely in their own hands.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Alpha, not just a man thing.
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The topic is heating up about Game. It is no longer a cad deal, it has invaded the Christian world like a storm. For good or ill, I am not sure, however I suspect anything that gets the hens squawking and maybe laying again is probably a good thing. Will this fix the WASP drought? I do not know. I say WASP, but I think that was just the origins, Pilgrim. I will say it is an exciting time. It is in the 90's almost every day, I have many (too many) things to do, My mom is visiting soon, and... I will still take time for this. Yes I will.
Alpha, my role as one, was not just my thing. Women, very much so, supported me in it. Or, it can be seen that way. I used to think that I... wandered... after a bit because I was a bad guy or because I was a dog. I must admit, I am beginning to rethink this notion. I am starting to think that when she, pick a she there at least 30 and I think I am being civil about that number, started to wear flannel to bed, suggest that sex was dirty (after all we had been through?), and started getting headaches and tired, my legs found their own path out. A sex drought is nothing to laugh at. Game is a dowser who can help us find a well, right were we live! Instead of needing to walk, I can... well, plant a garden, grow some melons, smell the flowers. Potentially this means I can homestead.
So, as I started to head to God, and saw woman as more than (or want to) sexual and domestic devices, something has been... putting on the breaks. Much like what I ran into today with Church and what I am running into while changing my life. Little, nearly hidden, stumbling blocks. Warnings from the past that "This way leads to doom!", well, another Doom. Ha! Here too, I finally see, what it is. Fragging sex. Women quit. A month, 6 months, a year, or 2 years down the line, they up and squat and say no more Mrs. Nice Guy. Something about it being sticky, or dirty, or difficult, or infringing, or... whatever else. I agree. And? I do not see the problem in that. Food is all those things too, but I have rarely seen them stop eating!
So, with the new thing about Game within a marriage, I am thinking... You know what. Maybe my alpha is not so much the problem. Sure, sure, beta has some use. But I have enough of that just packed away in my financial situation and from tending my own long term goals. A house with some land, a decent auto, even a massive kitchen set up with fine serving ware on top of the daily. That will probably be about as beta as I get, unless it is fun, as I enjoy romance on a larger scale.
I guess my point is this. I see women harping about alphas and the PUAs who are taking their cues from that. Most of these women have played their role, one way or another, in creating the very people and activity they say they despise. As I said, when going for "gold", women do not matter. Which makes them angrier. But you know what? Their emotional response makes (made?) my job a whole lot easier. If they want to become something, a part of the equation, they are going to have to pick up their end of the affair, make choices as a group that make them more viable, and some other things. Honestly, I do not think it is in women, as a group, to do. So, nothing is going to change. Hearing the hens cluck is entertaining though.
As for my part, I am now looking at extra tools to make sure that once I get a hen into the hen house, I might keep her viable enough to keep. This, like most things, is mostly up to men. Yes, it is a burden, but when we come from the right source, we bear it well I would say. We can use our power, skill, emotional reasoning, and charm to good or ill. Women can either find a man who has a game plan and buy in or keep clucking. But if they buy in, expect us to do what it takes to get done what we need done. Or, stray back to the dark side of alpha.
Just some thoughts. Good night hens and roosters all. Play nice, or at least be bad in committed pairs? Yeah... Ha!
Update:
Of course, there are options. Though I want a wife, kids, and all, I am rather comfortable being single. Want, need, want, need? Meh, want, of course. And, though cad is bad, a little attention at Wal-Mart prices is something to consider. *shrug* I think this bit, I stole from Ace of Spades (click on "continue reading at the bottom of overnight thread), 'splains one of the alternatives, Lucy.
.
The topic is heating up about Game. It is no longer a cad deal, it has invaded the Christian world like a storm. For good or ill, I am not sure, however I suspect anything that gets the hens squawking and maybe laying again is probably a good thing. Will this fix the WASP drought? I do not know. I say WASP, but I think that was just the origins, Pilgrim. I will say it is an exciting time. It is in the 90's almost every day, I have many (too many) things to do, My mom is visiting soon, and... I will still take time for this. Yes I will.
Alpha, my role as one, was not just my thing. Women, very much so, supported me in it. Or, it can be seen that way. I used to think that I... wandered... after a bit because I was a bad guy or because I was a dog. I must admit, I am beginning to rethink this notion. I am starting to think that when she, pick a she there at least 30 and I think I am being civil about that number, started to wear flannel to bed, suggest that sex was dirty (after all we had been through?), and started getting headaches and tired, my legs found their own path out. A sex drought is nothing to laugh at. Game is a dowser who can help us find a well, right were we live! Instead of needing to walk, I can... well, plant a garden, grow some melons, smell the flowers. Potentially this means I can homestead.
So, as I started to head to God, and saw woman as more than (or want to) sexual and domestic devices, something has been... putting on the breaks. Much like what I ran into today with Church and what I am running into while changing my life. Little, nearly hidden, stumbling blocks. Warnings from the past that "This way leads to doom!", well, another Doom. Ha! Here too, I finally see, what it is. Fragging sex. Women quit. A month, 6 months, a year, or 2 years down the line, they up and squat and say no more Mrs. Nice Guy. Something about it being sticky, or dirty, or difficult, or infringing, or... whatever else. I agree. And? I do not see the problem in that. Food is all those things too, but I have rarely seen them stop eating!
So, with the new thing about Game within a marriage, I am thinking... You know what. Maybe my alpha is not so much the problem. Sure, sure, beta has some use. But I have enough of that just packed away in my financial situation and from tending my own long term goals. A house with some land, a decent auto, even a massive kitchen set up with fine serving ware on top of the daily. That will probably be about as beta as I get, unless it is fun, as I enjoy romance on a larger scale.
I guess my point is this. I see women harping about alphas and the PUAs who are taking their cues from that. Most of these women have played their role, one way or another, in creating the very people and activity they say they despise. As I said, when going for "gold", women do not matter. Which makes them angrier. But you know what? Their emotional response makes (made?) my job a whole lot easier. If they want to become something, a part of the equation, they are going to have to pick up their end of the affair, make choices as a group that make them more viable, and some other things. Honestly, I do not think it is in women, as a group, to do. So, nothing is going to change. Hearing the hens cluck is entertaining though.
As for my part, I am now looking at extra tools to make sure that once I get a hen into the hen house, I might keep her viable enough to keep. This, like most things, is mostly up to men. Yes, it is a burden, but when we come from the right source, we bear it well I would say. We can use our power, skill, emotional reasoning, and charm to good or ill. Women can either find a man who has a game plan and buy in or keep clucking. But if they buy in, expect us to do what it takes to get done what we need done. Or, stray back to the dark side of alpha.
Just some thoughts. Good night hens and roosters all. Play nice, or at least be bad in committed pairs? Yeah... Ha!
Update:
Of course, there are options. Though I want a wife, kids, and all, I am rather comfortable being single. Want, need, want, need? Meh, want, of course. And, though cad is bad, a little attention at Wal-Mart prices is something to consider. *shrug* I think this bit, I stole from Ace of Spades (click on "continue reading at the bottom of overnight thread), 'splains one of the alternatives, Lucy.
A new life.
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Lots of things have been racing through my head today. Church, or the lack of it, of course. But too, as I prepare to dig in and start storing food, looking at alternative energy, begin tending my home, and thinking things over, I realize there are hidden complications, as with Church, which I must address. My old life and the beginnings of my new life are coming into focus, and that which lies between them becomes better understood.
My old life consisted of buying and tossing. Throwing money at a problem until it went away. Oh, sure, some thought went into what I was doing. Not as much as what should have gone into it. Money was cheaper than effort. Knowledge was and remains in short supply. And, frankly, my work ethic sucks, whether from disability, an auxiliary to that, because I can be lazy, or some mix does not matter. Throwing money at things is easy. Why do you think the government is beyond going broke and why nothing works? Other peoples' money is even easier to toss... right on into the billions and trillions. Weeeee!
My new life is, if I will have to again throw some serious money at it as well at least initially, focused on getting away from money as the source of... pretty much everything. The cost is physical labor, physical discomfort, gaining functional knowledge, and rather exacting scheduling. Livestock will not feed itself, and to produce well, it needs to be feed on a regular schedule, every single day. While there is equipment which will do that, how much of that depends on what may not be available such as electricity? And, of course, the equipment if used would need to be tended as well. Both would require knowledge and work, and upfront money. Further, how far back can I practically go? I would guess, to some degree, there are limits. An outhouse, for example, is probably quite illegal where I live.
So many considerations. So many areas I could enter and attempt to make inroads. And yet money is limited. Time is limited. And my practical ability to function in these new ways is quite limited. So much to consider. How much time we have, unknown but probably in years at the high end. How bad can it get? I do not think we have any idea, yet. We, none of us, not even those of us who have been forced to live primitively for short spans, even have a clue. Look at everything you use which requires electricity, possibly gas (of any kind), needs oil(ed), or even requires paint. Look at your clothes, your shoes, your gear... how long would any of that last without replacement, assuming you even have repair kits? How many of you use glasses? How many of you need medicine? How many of you are on special diets? The world economy, even if it ground to a halt for only a year or two, would see devastation to the population. And, not just in Sub-Saharan Africa, but right here. No place would really be better.
Anyway, I have a lot to go through, a lot to consider, yes some more things to buy, and a few personal matters to resolve. Oh, do I think this is going to happen? Do I! Or, yes. How long it will last, how complete it might be, how quickly we might recover... that I do not know. But it is coming, in years or less, hard.
Update:
On an old matter, regarding technical problems with my blog. There was a point where I could not read some comments. I think the problem, oddly, was that I was erasing notifications from my Blackberry, where I received email notification, before technically opening the notification email or seeing the actual comments on my blog. For some reason, this seems to keep me from seeing comments on my blog for an extended period of time. There might have been other problems, but I think this was one of them.
.
Lots of things have been racing through my head today. Church, or the lack of it, of course. But too, as I prepare to dig in and start storing food, looking at alternative energy, begin tending my home, and thinking things over, I realize there are hidden complications, as with Church, which I must address. My old life and the beginnings of my new life are coming into focus, and that which lies between them becomes better understood.
My old life consisted of buying and tossing. Throwing money at a problem until it went away. Oh, sure, some thought went into what I was doing. Not as much as what should have gone into it. Money was cheaper than effort. Knowledge was and remains in short supply. And, frankly, my work ethic sucks, whether from disability, an auxiliary to that, because I can be lazy, or some mix does not matter. Throwing money at things is easy. Why do you think the government is beyond going broke and why nothing works? Other peoples' money is even easier to toss... right on into the billions and trillions. Weeeee!
My new life is, if I will have to again throw some serious money at it as well at least initially, focused on getting away from money as the source of... pretty much everything. The cost is physical labor, physical discomfort, gaining functional knowledge, and rather exacting scheduling. Livestock will not feed itself, and to produce well, it needs to be feed on a regular schedule, every single day. While there is equipment which will do that, how much of that depends on what may not be available such as electricity? And, of course, the equipment if used would need to be tended as well. Both would require knowledge and work, and upfront money. Further, how far back can I practically go? I would guess, to some degree, there are limits. An outhouse, for example, is probably quite illegal where I live.
So many considerations. So many areas I could enter and attempt to make inroads. And yet money is limited. Time is limited. And my practical ability to function in these new ways is quite limited. So much to consider. How much time we have, unknown but probably in years at the high end. How bad can it get? I do not think we have any idea, yet. We, none of us, not even those of us who have been forced to live primitively for short spans, even have a clue. Look at everything you use which requires electricity, possibly gas (of any kind), needs oil(ed), or even requires paint. Look at your clothes, your shoes, your gear... how long would any of that last without replacement, assuming you even have repair kits? How many of you use glasses? How many of you need medicine? How many of you are on special diets? The world economy, even if it ground to a halt for only a year or two, would see devastation to the population. And, not just in Sub-Saharan Africa, but right here. No place would really be better.
Anyway, I have a lot to go through, a lot to consider, yes some more things to buy, and a few personal matters to resolve. Oh, do I think this is going to happen? Do I! Or, yes. How long it will last, how complete it might be, how quickly we might recover... that I do not know. But it is coming, in years or less, hard.
Update:
On an old matter, regarding technical problems with my blog. There was a point where I could not read some comments. I think the problem, oddly, was that I was erasing notifications from my Blackberry, where I received email notification, before technically opening the notification email or seeing the actual comments on my blog. For some reason, this seems to keep me from seeing comments on my blog for an extended period of time. There might have been other problems, but I think this was one of them.
What?
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Ouch! I think that was my body. Something hurts a bit, cranky sort of, but I have no idea what it is yet, though I am pretty sure it is not the cat or something else. I have left dreamland well enough that I am into the reals of flesh and bone more completely now. Yes, I have dreamed were as I nailed wood together, the nail was somehow hurting me, or eating beef and my side hurt. Weird, but that is what dreams are. My achy body is neck and shoulder soreness, probably from oversleeping or sleeping just a bit off-kilter or too long in the wrong or one place. I simply could not wake up this morning. The alarm went off at 8:00, I set it for 10:00. At 10:43 I finally got up and reset it for 12:00. I am dragging around hard today. Well, fine.
I need to get my shoes polished, make sure my clothes are ready, get showered, shaved, brushed, and ready. I do not like dressing, officially, until shortly before I leave. I suspect 15:30 is the target time to leave for confession. So, 15:15 is time to start dressing. And 15:00 is shower time, at the latest. A shower earlier would mean, though, that I am dry when I dress. Yes, that should do. I actually need to start thinking these things through. Catch as catch can often sees me... missing out.
I suppose I do not need desserts, but I do want them from time to time. I saw strawberries yesterday and just had to have some. Going through the boxes of strawberries very carefully, I found one of the few really good looking groups. I also bought shortcakes and whole whipping cream. I really wondered, as per my history, if the strawberries would end up going bad, the cakes become hard, and the lot being thrown. But no. I cleaned and cut the berries last night, adding sugar to bring out the juices, then staying up later than I wanted to give the sugared berries enough time at room temperatures to begin to 'water'. Then, this morning, I found a nice big bowl, poured a decent amount of the cream in, added some sugar, and made a nice batch of whipped cream. Okay, not a healthy breakfast, especially for a diabetic, but you know what? It was wonderful. And, nothing will go to waste.
While doing that, a memory came to me from my childhood. I remember an aunt (not sure which one, or a collection of several memories) fiddling with some package like the one the shortcakes came in. They removed whatever, then went and found scissors, then cut the extra plastic off, then... whatever else. As a very young child I had thought that they had way overworked the situation. Why not just close it up, or tape it, or... You know what, whoever it was, was right. So, after opening the shortcakes and pulling two out, I went and found the scissors, cut the extra plastic, which was no longer needed, off, wrapped the rest of the package around, and set it on the folded over flap. Odd how what we used to think and the memories with them can be changed. It only took a little over 40 years for me to do so too! True, there are other methods. But this is neither too much work or a bad method.
Well, time to do my waking routine. See you on your blog. Good day.
Update:
Not quite ready for Church. The heat, the packed environment I cannot get out of quickly, all wrapped around a few other concerns. Not yet. And, I hate that. It is not yet time. In spite of growing and becoming more, I am still limited in some ways. God is, vital, in my life. I give myself to His will every day, at least once, in prayer and hopefully in how I live. I thank Him for each meal. I discuss life and all. I ask Him about contentious notions and ask that if I am going astray, that He guide me. I obey when I see His way to the best of my ability and am frequently pleased at the results of doing things His way. However, I am not quite ready for Church, for what I might find, not quite yet. This may not happen until the fall. The heat makes everything much more difficult for me. He understands, I sense. He also is not terribly happy with this. On this thing, at least, I cannot step beyond myself.
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Ouch! I think that was my body. Something hurts a bit, cranky sort of, but I have no idea what it is yet, though I am pretty sure it is not the cat or something else. I have left dreamland well enough that I am into the reals of flesh and bone more completely now. Yes, I have dreamed were as I nailed wood together, the nail was somehow hurting me, or eating beef and my side hurt. Weird, but that is what dreams are. My achy body is neck and shoulder soreness, probably from oversleeping or sleeping just a bit off-kilter or too long in the wrong or one place. I simply could not wake up this morning. The alarm went off at 8:00, I set it for 10:00. At 10:43 I finally got up and reset it for 12:00. I am dragging around hard today. Well, fine.
I need to get my shoes polished, make sure my clothes are ready, get showered, shaved, brushed, and ready. I do not like dressing, officially, until shortly before I leave. I suspect 15:30 is the target time to leave for confession. So, 15:15 is time to start dressing. And 15:00 is shower time, at the latest. A shower earlier would mean, though, that I am dry when I dress. Yes, that should do. I actually need to start thinking these things through. Catch as catch can often sees me... missing out.
I suppose I do not need desserts, but I do want them from time to time. I saw strawberries yesterday and just had to have some. Going through the boxes of strawberries very carefully, I found one of the few really good looking groups. I also bought shortcakes and whole whipping cream. I really wondered, as per my history, if the strawberries would end up going bad, the cakes become hard, and the lot being thrown. But no. I cleaned and cut the berries last night, adding sugar to bring out the juices, then staying up later than I wanted to give the sugared berries enough time at room temperatures to begin to 'water'. Then, this morning, I found a nice big bowl, poured a decent amount of the cream in, added some sugar, and made a nice batch of whipped cream. Okay, not a healthy breakfast, especially for a diabetic, but you know what? It was wonderful. And, nothing will go to waste.
While doing that, a memory came to me from my childhood. I remember an aunt (not sure which one, or a collection of several memories) fiddling with some package like the one the shortcakes came in. They removed whatever, then went and found scissors, then cut the extra plastic off, then... whatever else. As a very young child I had thought that they had way overworked the situation. Why not just close it up, or tape it, or... You know what, whoever it was, was right. So, after opening the shortcakes and pulling two out, I went and found the scissors, cut the extra plastic, which was no longer needed, off, wrapped the rest of the package around, and set it on the folded over flap. Odd how what we used to think and the memories with them can be changed. It only took a little over 40 years for me to do so too! True, there are other methods. But this is neither too much work or a bad method.
Well, time to do my waking routine. See you on your blog. Good day.
Update:
Not quite ready for Church. The heat, the packed environment I cannot get out of quickly, all wrapped around a few other concerns. Not yet. And, I hate that. It is not yet time. In spite of growing and becoming more, I am still limited in some ways. God is, vital, in my life. I give myself to His will every day, at least once, in prayer and hopefully in how I live. I thank Him for each meal. I discuss life and all. I ask Him about contentious notions and ask that if I am going astray, that He guide me. I obey when I see His way to the best of my ability and am frequently pleased at the results of doing things His way. However, I am not quite ready for Church, for what I might find, not quite yet. This may not happen until the fall. The heat makes everything much more difficult for me. He understands, I sense. He also is not terribly happy with this. On this thing, at least, I cannot step beyond myself.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Palin on the way to the WH?
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There is a lot of buzz. Many, of the conservative and libertarian (new agers of each, really), are stumping for Palin. The heat is on, the ball may already be in play.
Sarah Palin? Look. I think highly of the woman, in a secular manner. She has raised a family, with some serious issues, in the national spotlight. She has overcome a "lack" of a serious (Ivy League) education to lead a successful political career. She is rogue, in that though definitely not "liberal", and yet she certainly has strong socialist motivations from time to time. Though I chalk that up to a phenomenon I call "skirt socialism". It is a particular form of socialism no woman can be without, or she would have to have a favored child... publicly (she very probably does privately, in her heart, as all mothers seem to do, if that may change over time... a bit).
Still, she has taken on the big boys. She has wheeled and dealed. And, come on, she is a gorgeous woman, not just for her age. She is pretty, and not a bit above average but out there on a limb. For her age she is simply astronomically attractive. But more, she has a good brain, she has a strong will, she has family ethic, she has proven to be able to handle family disasters without the use of 'nukes', she has charisma, and she has been an ardent supporter and pusher of, mostly, conservative notions. Not bad, really, not bad.
But as we face down the disasters of putting one incompetent minority into an office for which he is clearly unfit, any and all other irregularities aside, do we really want to put another in to replace him? Seriously? What the f are you thinking? How many houses do you have to burn down with the novel matches before you put them away or before someone simply has to take them from you? I live in the stupidest nation on the planet regardless of the education level. Two wrongs never make a right. And, to be absolutely honest, the way skirt socialism works... the difference between Palin and Hillary is the difference between the men that would be telling them what to do and holding their hands while they potty during a storm.
Oh well. You have been warned, but it was not the first time. Unless you base your decisions in respect of the source of wisdom and go from there, you really are just asking for what you truly deserve in spite of having someone already having tended that. Do what you must, but do not then blame God for doing or not doing anything. He did not tell us what to do because otherwise He would punish us (on earth). He told us what to do because to do otherwise is dangerous, fruitless, unsuccessful, shameful, and such. If we do not follow His advice, in other words, we will break.
Bah! Bah! Go away! I weary of this.
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There is a lot of buzz. Many, of the conservative and libertarian (new agers of each, really), are stumping for Palin. The heat is on, the ball may already be in play.
Sarah Palin? Look. I think highly of the woman, in a secular manner. She has raised a family, with some serious issues, in the national spotlight. She has overcome a "lack" of a serious (Ivy League) education to lead a successful political career. She is rogue, in that though definitely not "liberal", and yet she certainly has strong socialist motivations from time to time. Though I chalk that up to a phenomenon I call "skirt socialism". It is a particular form of socialism no woman can be without, or she would have to have a favored child... publicly (she very probably does privately, in her heart, as all mothers seem to do, if that may change over time... a bit).
Still, she has taken on the big boys. She has wheeled and dealed. And, come on, she is a gorgeous woman, not just for her age. She is pretty, and not a bit above average but out there on a limb. For her age she is simply astronomically attractive. But more, she has a good brain, she has a strong will, she has family ethic, she has proven to be able to handle family disasters without the use of 'nukes', she has charisma, and she has been an ardent supporter and pusher of, mostly, conservative notions. Not bad, really, not bad.
But as we face down the disasters of putting one incompetent minority into an office for which he is clearly unfit, any and all other irregularities aside, do we really want to put another in to replace him? Seriously? What the f are you thinking? How many houses do you have to burn down with the novel matches before you put them away or before someone simply has to take them from you? I live in the stupidest nation on the planet regardless of the education level. Two wrongs never make a right. And, to be absolutely honest, the way skirt socialism works... the difference between Palin and Hillary is the difference between the men that would be telling them what to do and holding their hands while they potty during a storm.
Oh well. You have been warned, but it was not the first time. Unless you base your decisions in respect of the source of wisdom and go from there, you really are just asking for what you truly deserve in spite of having someone already having tended that. Do what you must, but do not then blame God for doing or not doing anything. He did not tell us what to do because otherwise He would punish us (on earth). He told us what to do because to do otherwise is dangerous, fruitless, unsuccessful, shameful, and such. If we do not follow His advice, in other words, we will break.
Bah! Bah! Go away! I weary of this.
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