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I tried to get to bed at 23:00, but that just didn't happen. Then it hit midnight and I was able to crawl into bed. I didn't sleep for hours? I had set the alarm for 8:00, but it was a little after 10:00 before I actually crawled out of that nice warm place. And the wind is not in my sails today, so movement is lackluster. I missed Mass, of course. I saw the time approaching the way someone tied to the train tracks might, though it passed with much less... fanfare? It almost doesn't matter, the first two or four hours of wakefulness are powered by sludge. Bp was 140/90, and yesterday's was in that range too. So, yeah, there are still outliers if they aren't as high. I probably should call the docs and see what they think.
Yesterday we got hit with sleet. The fellow came by for his containers, which I had to hurry and wash (if they had been in a warm soak from the night before). He then asked if I would go with him to pick up, as it turns out, the very fellow I will be buying a hog from... today actually, or Monday if I am too slow today. How funny how such things end up happening. He didn't, I don't think, realize I had crawled out of bed at his sounding of the doorbell. Yeah, most people just don't quite understand waking at noon, and for the most part shouldn't. Still, it was an interesting drive and talk.
Hmm, yeah, I better get going.
This morning I had another crazy dream. I was in some specfor group, probably SEALs, if I had to guess. But there was something heavy going on. We were being sent in, time after time, and taking heavy losses. So heavy, actually, that they were creating split-teams. On this run I was the only (we will just go with SEALs) man on the team, we weren't even a complete team, the other guy being a Ranger, and another of an unknown group. In any case, the skycraft of whatever kind it was (new to me, like a Corvette looking jet that worked as a troop transport) was hit and we went in hard and way off of our intended lz. We all made it, save the pilot. Something had crashed through the windshield and pinned the pilot to his seat. I'm not sure if the vehicle tried to auto-land or if the pilot used his last to get us down mostly intact. Not my area, really. Anyway, we got out, found cover, then began triangulating to find out where we were. Communications were very hit and miss. At that point, they were miss.
We headed out, taking cover, advancing as if under fire. We were in the burbs, in a residential section. For some reason I had no idea what we were facing. I ended up in a garage, with the Ranger on the far side of the street using a home for cover, with the unknown in the street, then behind a car when we heard "boom", "boom", "boom", getting louder and closer. No, not artillery. Was the ground shaking? Definitely. The sound was getting closer and closer and finally, we saw it. A T-Rex, or something like it, was racing straight at us. It went straight for the unknown, with all of us firing madly at it. Ripped in two. Rather than veering toward the Ranger or myself, however, it just kept on running down the street. We checked on unknown, but half was gone, the other half was quite dead. Tags were collected and the remainder of the body was moved out of sight and covered, gear and ammo was also collected. We went back to the garage to figure out wth just happened.
Communications were not just miss, they were dead. So we just decided, against such "enemies", our best bet was simply to scout. We simply didn't have the firepower, either in strength or numbers, for combat, obviously. We created a projected path of advancement, several fallback positions, and placed them in both the gps and on our ground maps, and decided on some means of non-vocal communications since we had never teamed before, then headed out with a whole paradigm shift to deal with. Well, and our given emergency lz was, well, yeah, that wouldn't work. Yeah, well, I thought. Another day of shit, but it definitely wasn't the same shit just a different day. I chuckled and cinched my travel pack, having stored part of my cache in that garage, the Ranger did the same a block down in a garage on the other side of the street. About every ten clicks, we put down more of our supplies so as to have stocked fallback positions, and for other reasons.
The dream didn't bug me, just a dream. But so much just seemed second nature. Even that scrunched down feel you get when you know it's live. Hmm, best get a shower taken and head to town before opportunity leaves me in the dust. The one thing that I do miss? Having communications... with someone, anyone, who has, or might have, a damned clue. Then again, I realize now, no one ever knew anything more than a little of this or that. But out there, that could be a world more than what we knew. Hehe... Kids, damned kids.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Still reading.
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On Prayer and the Contemplative Life is proving to have it's moments. Some of it, of course, isn't of great interest. Like I suggested, playing the devil's advocate on some of those things does help me 'get it', or at least stay on track. Much of it, though, is of interest, and not always as I had initially suspected. In one of the last discussions, motion was being discussed, if more to explain contemplation itself than as regards physical motion itself. Now, the topic was of some interest. Being of a mind to try to understand mechanical events, however, this was of double interest. What I realized I was seeing was that these men of theological study were also quite intimately aware of the physical sciences. I was, by reading, getting a historic lesson on mechanics! In this case, the mechanics of motion. Beside this topic, there are many discussions relating the physical to the spiritual and intellectual, and the separation and similarities of each to one and the other or in total.
To be honest, I am a bit amazed. I did not realize that theologians were well acquainted with even simple physics, let alone seeming masters of it. Further I did not realize that their understanding of physics or time or a few other things were quite... as up to speed as they seem to have been. No, I realize there have been ages of reason where men understood as much, and in some times possibly more on specific topics, than we understand now. It is just that, in this time period, I had thought much of certain types of learning had declined. This was merely the middle ages, before the Renaissance, if after the Dark Age of Europe. It was part of nearly a millennium of... well... not much. Oh, sure, wars, failing empires, exploration, trade, and the rest, but really a rather static time as times go.
Tomorrow I should be in better shape to swim. I will probably hit the massage chair before I head out, then when I get back a time or two. I am loosening up everywhere save my back. I'll have to figure out the other machine. I am not sure a masseuse could increase my ability to swim, she could probably only make the two days easier. The chair and manually mashing my arms and whatever I can reach will do for now. I am almost feeling human again. How much time itself unlocked things, I don't know. But I do know that until I massaged what I could reach heavily, then used the chair, I wasn't loosening much at all. I also heard it has definitely been a bit colder around these parts this year. That may be playing some kind of role. I noted that a touch of Balvenie was good last night, that's for sure. I'm almost out though!
Later.
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On Prayer and the Contemplative Life is proving to have it's moments. Some of it, of course, isn't of great interest. Like I suggested, playing the devil's advocate on some of those things does help me 'get it', or at least stay on track. Much of it, though, is of interest, and not always as I had initially suspected. In one of the last discussions, motion was being discussed, if more to explain contemplation itself than as regards physical motion itself. Now, the topic was of some interest. Being of a mind to try to understand mechanical events, however, this was of double interest. What I realized I was seeing was that these men of theological study were also quite intimately aware of the physical sciences. I was, by reading, getting a historic lesson on mechanics! In this case, the mechanics of motion. Beside this topic, there are many discussions relating the physical to the spiritual and intellectual, and the separation and similarities of each to one and the other or in total.
To be honest, I am a bit amazed. I did not realize that theologians were well acquainted with even simple physics, let alone seeming masters of it. Further I did not realize that their understanding of physics or time or a few other things were quite... as up to speed as they seem to have been. No, I realize there have been ages of reason where men understood as much, and in some times possibly more on specific topics, than we understand now. It is just that, in this time period, I had thought much of certain types of learning had declined. This was merely the middle ages, before the Renaissance, if after the Dark Age of Europe. It was part of nearly a millennium of... well... not much. Oh, sure, wars, failing empires, exploration, trade, and the rest, but really a rather static time as times go.
Tomorrow I should be in better shape to swim. I will probably hit the massage chair before I head out, then when I get back a time or two. I am loosening up everywhere save my back. I'll have to figure out the other machine. I am not sure a masseuse could increase my ability to swim, she could probably only make the two days easier. The chair and manually mashing my arms and whatever I can reach will do for now. I am almost feeling human again. How much time itself unlocked things, I don't know. But I do know that until I massaged what I could reach heavily, then used the chair, I wasn't loosening much at all. I also heard it has definitely been a bit colder around these parts this year. That may be playing some kind of role. I noted that a touch of Balvenie was good last night, that's for sure. I'm almost out though!
Later.
So, God, I was thinking...
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Everyone once in a while, for no apparent reason, I get on some topic or other dealing with God. Well, sure, I have questions. And I do have curiosity. And I deal with those, if usually more analytically or prayerfully. But this type of thing is a little different. It is more like a little documentary slash movie pops onto my "screen", an interactive one. No, God doesn't come down and direct the thing, directly, but hints pop 'on-screen' once in a while, leading me, I think, to a better write of the thing.
In this case, I was thinking about God, as He did and has instructed men. Like an old Father to a young son, He would, for example, give a token to us and suggest we use it to purchase camels for the trip we need to take across a desert. We take the token, head to the livestock barns, and return... with a string of mules. No, my son, He says, they will not serve you. They will perish for want of water, and you along with them. We had thought ourselves clever, taking the extra saved from spending on the camels and spending it on wine and women. He, again, sends us back to the merchant, with enough to cover what we had foolishly spent, to cover the loss and get camels. This time, on the way, we see other men on horses, and watch as women swoon at the sight. So, we decide to buy horses, instead, our vanity leading us astray this time. Over and over God has set us aright and sent us back to the merchant. Eventually we get what we actually need. We have done this as whole groups of people and as individuals. Some of us refuse His advice and wander to our 'deaths'. Some of us simply, eventually, set ourselves to following Him as best we can.
God must be quite patient, and rather lenient. While it is said that God does not change, that when we describe an angry God, or a pleased Lord, or such, we are describing our actions which either are within or without His realms of thought, spirit, or action, I have to think that, at times, God has to laugh. Men try to abide His will, but in our way, and pitch our tents right on the exact border, so that our head is in His realm but our feet seem to us to give us... freedom, from Him, too. We think we can negotiate, as if putting our head in the sun for warmth and our feet in the shade for cool, hoping that will somehow work as we please. And it never does. Laws, and lawyers, fiddling with sin while trying not to actually sin, we are like sons of all the ages of men and boys. Patient indeed.
I had an older foster father. He was just at 60 when I came into that family, at 12 myself. I see so many similarities. And he was not a good father, but a great one. His patients, and insistence, but too his strength. He was even, for his age, a giant type, standing six foot from the floor. As a WWII vet, he had to have been considered possibly more of an oddity than even myself, in his time. But he wasn't just tall, he was actually quite a powerfully built man, too. And, for my fighting prowess even at that time, I pegged him as the probable winner in any... potential... urhm, disagreement. Not that this matters, mind you, I have fought and lost knowingly and will do so today if right to do so, if too I trusted he would not wrongfully... disagree. I do remember, at times, when I would do something foolish, something he had told me not to do, and would have to pay some price. And, quite often, he would have a grin on his face. I am quite certain, a time or two, as I headed up to my bedroom to contemplate on my woes, or while in my bedroom, I would hear a boom of laughter when he thought I was out of earshot. He definitely had a booming laugh, I could feel it through the floorboards right from the basement up to my second story room.
The two things are not, and were not at the time, lost on me. And yet, ever so often, I failed and continue to fail to live up to my commitments and promises and principles of wisdom, in fact or spirit. Today, God is the only Father left to me. And I STILL think the horses would look cooler! If too, for the most part, I do choose the camels. Actually, that is why I drive an Xterra instead of a Camaro SS. While a used vehicle might be wiser still, without the skills and tools to keep it up... I do what I can.
One thing I do, if I have a question... if it is a real question, I bring it to God in prayer and thought. I won't say He always answers. Some questions aren't to be answered. And I won't say He answers how I would have it, leaving me breadcrumbs to follow and piece things together rather than just handing me the data, usually. But the litmus test for the legitimacy of a question is... can I in all honesty ask the truth of this to God. If I can't, then I already know the answer and I am just trying to play fast and loose with what He has already taught me. He... isn't very tolerant that way, and I have learned as much this way as by the breadcrumb trails. First, I have learned, that I have... much to learn. I have also learned that even a son who attempts to do his Fathers will... is given some allowances for play. God's laughter, though, rings even louder than my foster father's laughter. Hurtful or relieving, I hear it to this day. And it, too, is comforting.
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Everyone once in a while, for no apparent reason, I get on some topic or other dealing with God. Well, sure, I have questions. And I do have curiosity. And I deal with those, if usually more analytically or prayerfully. But this type of thing is a little different. It is more like a little documentary slash movie pops onto my "screen", an interactive one. No, God doesn't come down and direct the thing, directly, but hints pop 'on-screen' once in a while, leading me, I think, to a better write of the thing.
In this case, I was thinking about God, as He did and has instructed men. Like an old Father to a young son, He would, for example, give a token to us and suggest we use it to purchase camels for the trip we need to take across a desert. We take the token, head to the livestock barns, and return... with a string of mules. No, my son, He says, they will not serve you. They will perish for want of water, and you along with them. We had thought ourselves clever, taking the extra saved from spending on the camels and spending it on wine and women. He, again, sends us back to the merchant, with enough to cover what we had foolishly spent, to cover the loss and get camels. This time, on the way, we see other men on horses, and watch as women swoon at the sight. So, we decide to buy horses, instead, our vanity leading us astray this time. Over and over God has set us aright and sent us back to the merchant. Eventually we get what we actually need. We have done this as whole groups of people and as individuals. Some of us refuse His advice and wander to our 'deaths'. Some of us simply, eventually, set ourselves to following Him as best we can.
God must be quite patient, and rather lenient. While it is said that God does not change, that when we describe an angry God, or a pleased Lord, or such, we are describing our actions which either are within or without His realms of thought, spirit, or action, I have to think that, at times, God has to laugh. Men try to abide His will, but in our way, and pitch our tents right on the exact border, so that our head is in His realm but our feet seem to us to give us... freedom, from Him, too. We think we can negotiate, as if putting our head in the sun for warmth and our feet in the shade for cool, hoping that will somehow work as we please. And it never does. Laws, and lawyers, fiddling with sin while trying not to actually sin, we are like sons of all the ages of men and boys. Patient indeed.
I had an older foster father. He was just at 60 when I came into that family, at 12 myself. I see so many similarities. And he was not a good father, but a great one. His patients, and insistence, but too his strength. He was even, for his age, a giant type, standing six foot from the floor. As a WWII vet, he had to have been considered possibly more of an oddity than even myself, in his time. But he wasn't just tall, he was actually quite a powerfully built man, too. And, for my fighting prowess even at that time, I pegged him as the probable winner in any... potential... urhm, disagreement. Not that this matters, mind you, I have fought and lost knowingly and will do so today if right to do so, if too I trusted he would not wrongfully... disagree. I do remember, at times, when I would do something foolish, something he had told me not to do, and would have to pay some price. And, quite often, he would have a grin on his face. I am quite certain, a time or two, as I headed up to my bedroom to contemplate on my woes, or while in my bedroom, I would hear a boom of laughter when he thought I was out of earshot. He definitely had a booming laugh, I could feel it through the floorboards right from the basement up to my second story room.
The two things are not, and were not at the time, lost on me. And yet, ever so often, I failed and continue to fail to live up to my commitments and promises and principles of wisdom, in fact or spirit. Today, God is the only Father left to me. And I STILL think the horses would look cooler! If too, for the most part, I do choose the camels. Actually, that is why I drive an Xterra instead of a Camaro SS. While a used vehicle might be wiser still, without the skills and tools to keep it up... I do what I can.
One thing I do, if I have a question... if it is a real question, I bring it to God in prayer and thought. I won't say He always answers. Some questions aren't to be answered. And I won't say He answers how I would have it, leaving me breadcrumbs to follow and piece things together rather than just handing me the data, usually. But the litmus test for the legitimacy of a question is... can I in all honesty ask the truth of this to God. If I can't, then I already know the answer and I am just trying to play fast and loose with what He has already taught me. He... isn't very tolerant that way, and I have learned as much this way as by the breadcrumb trails. First, I have learned, that I have... much to learn. I have also learned that even a son who attempts to do his Fathers will... is given some allowances for play. God's laughter, though, rings even louder than my foster father's laughter. Hurtful or relieving, I hear it to this day. And it, too, is comforting.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Fortune sometimes smiles on the willing.
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Have you ever meant to offer a favor, often for a favor given, but the opportunity slipped away. Whether the opportunity slipped away honestly or not, I mean because you chose or had no choice, matters little. If your intent was sure but a method was unavailable until the notion was lost, the whole idea comes back to haunt. While it doesn't cause me heartburn, if it was simply a lack of too many things necessary, it does give me an off taste... about myself, about my predicament at times, and lends to some dubious notions of whether health or laziness, limited income or unkind frugality, is truly to blame. Well, sometimes an opportunity returns.
It turns out the hog I had put in an order for is ready. Well, it will be going to the, uhrm, chop shop Tuesday, in any case. I will need to go there and speak with the butcher about how I would like it processed, whether to smoke the bacon and possibly some other parts (HAM) (both, OF COURSE, and maybe some of the chops, thick cut at that!), what cuts for this part, or that, and such. I am a novice, so I will be doing a bit of research in the interim. Now, this is a whole hog, not a half or a quarter. And, I know that is probably a bit much. While pork can last for six months in the freezer, and perhaps up to a year, it does begin to... change... over time. Which is why I am pleased to have most of my equipment for canning some pork. Jars and some of the minor canning utensils remain to be purchased. While canning, it could be argued, will only extend the life of meat to about a year, the truth is the meat will be good for much longer. The same is true of at least most vegetables. Some nutrition, and some flavor, may be lost beyond the first year after canning, but the food will still basically be good. And most certainly it will be better than a big ol', freshly canned, quart o' nothing. :p This looks like a really good starter resource regarding canning meats.
While I am there, I am going to ask about the hocks and any extra of those, sweet breads, brains (at least pork, sheep, or lamb if I can't get beef). Yes, yes, I do want to try some of these things. My mother's generation, minus the girls to include her it seems, lived on these foods. I just want to know what that was about and possibly find some new, inexpensive, meats. Plus, you know I am a foodie. Not of the, technically, haute cuisine sort, but of the... try anything you can stomach and then some, if you like it, try it again. Actually, I think you should try something until you find a way to like it, but that's just me.
Still, even with some frozen and some canned, a whole hog is a lot o' meat. It turns out that the fellow who cut the tree branch off my roof also provided dinner for me tonight. He travels for work, across another state, for a week at a time. One of the things he uses to facilitate this seems similar to what D.C. uses, containers and prepped food. So, my food came in some of his gear, only he would like it back. All very good. He will be coming back tomorrow, and since I just learned about the pork after his visit or before I could put two and two together, I will see if a ham, a roast, chops, and some other goodies would be something of which he has interest. Well, and I would like to show him my chain saw too. I am certainly hoping his family likes pork. Though I have something else in mind if not. That was a heck of a job he did, and I was all but crippled, more so than now by far, at the time. I would make them some cookies but I am just not quite there tonight.
Oh, I saw a tom come by today. It looks like the gray cat on D.C.'s sidebar. I know Sam has been... itching for company. Unfortunately I scared him off. Then again I think Sam likes some more than other toms, and she didn't seem all that interested in this one, or at this time, if it might simply be a bit chill for her sensibilities more than anything else. It is as difficult to understand a girl cat as it is a girl human. Women cats, can't please em', but don't always displease them? I will say daughters and cat daughters definitely have a different manner of allowances! Catnip to toms...
Oh, that massage therapy chair? It is definitely working. When I first started getting massages a few years ago after an accident, and off and on through the treatments, my bm's would... be a fright on the nose. Something about breaking things loose and getting them out of the body. Well, that is already in evidence. And I have been voiding often and easily just since using the chair today. It looks like, even if these chairs aren't everything, they are indeed something. *gurgles* I'll... write more later. Hmm, maybe I should make some coffee too! *GURGLES* Later.
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Have you ever meant to offer a favor, often for a favor given, but the opportunity slipped away. Whether the opportunity slipped away honestly or not, I mean because you chose or had no choice, matters little. If your intent was sure but a method was unavailable until the notion was lost, the whole idea comes back to haunt. While it doesn't cause me heartburn, if it was simply a lack of too many things necessary, it does give me an off taste... about myself, about my predicament at times, and lends to some dubious notions of whether health or laziness, limited income or unkind frugality, is truly to blame. Well, sometimes an opportunity returns.
It turns out the hog I had put in an order for is ready. Well, it will be going to the, uhrm, chop shop Tuesday, in any case. I will need to go there and speak with the butcher about how I would like it processed, whether to smoke the bacon and possibly some other parts (HAM) (both, OF COURSE, and maybe some of the chops, thick cut at that!), what cuts for this part, or that, and such. I am a novice, so I will be doing a bit of research in the interim. Now, this is a whole hog, not a half or a quarter. And, I know that is probably a bit much. While pork can last for six months in the freezer, and perhaps up to a year, it does begin to... change... over time. Which is why I am pleased to have most of my equipment for canning some pork. Jars and some of the minor canning utensils remain to be purchased. While canning, it could be argued, will only extend the life of meat to about a year, the truth is the meat will be good for much longer. The same is true of at least most vegetables. Some nutrition, and some flavor, may be lost beyond the first year after canning, but the food will still basically be good. And most certainly it will be better than a big ol', freshly canned, quart o' nothing. :p This looks like a really good starter resource regarding canning meats.
While I am there, I am going to ask about the hocks and any extra of those, sweet breads, brains (at least pork, sheep, or lamb if I can't get beef). Yes, yes, I do want to try some of these things. My mother's generation, minus the girls to include her it seems, lived on these foods. I just want to know what that was about and possibly find some new, inexpensive, meats. Plus, you know I am a foodie. Not of the, technically, haute cuisine sort, but of the... try anything you can stomach and then some, if you like it, try it again. Actually, I think you should try something until you find a way to like it, but that's just me.
Still, even with some frozen and some canned, a whole hog is a lot o' meat. It turns out that the fellow who cut the tree branch off my roof also provided dinner for me tonight. He travels for work, across another state, for a week at a time. One of the things he uses to facilitate this seems similar to what D.C. uses, containers and prepped food. So, my food came in some of his gear, only he would like it back. All very good. He will be coming back tomorrow, and since I just learned about the pork after his visit or before I could put two and two together, I will see if a ham, a roast, chops, and some other goodies would be something of which he has interest. Well, and I would like to show him my chain saw too. I am certainly hoping his family likes pork. Though I have something else in mind if not. That was a heck of a job he did, and I was all but crippled, more so than now by far, at the time. I would make them some cookies but I am just not quite there tonight.
Oh, I saw a tom come by today. It looks like the gray cat on D.C.'s sidebar. I know Sam has been... itching for company. Unfortunately I scared him off. Then again I think Sam likes some more than other toms, and she didn't seem all that interested in this one, or at this time, if it might simply be a bit chill for her sensibilities more than anything else. It is as difficult to understand a girl cat as it is a girl human. Women cats, can't please em', but don't always displease them? I will say daughters and cat daughters definitely have a different manner of allowances! Catnip to toms...
Oh, that massage therapy chair? It is definitely working. When I first started getting massages a few years ago after an accident, and off and on through the treatments, my bm's would... be a fright on the nose. Something about breaking things loose and getting them out of the body. Well, that is already in evidence. And I have been voiding often and easily just since using the chair today. It looks like, even if these chairs aren't everything, they are indeed something. *gurgles* I'll... write more later. Hmm, maybe I should make some coffee too! *GURGLES* Later.
That was easier than it seemed.
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The shelf has been put together, stood up, and even partially arranged, with hooks, the bottom layers of non-adhesive shelf lining on, and a rough placement of the seed planters in play. I won't guarantee this is how it will end up, and I was disappointed that wheels were not included (to a degree). But will each shelf hold 600 pounds? If my life or coin was on the line, I would have to bet that it would. It is very solid. The method for construction was quite simple but new to me. I ended up just needing the instructions for one area. The thing, when I realized how it worked, that worried me, was whether measurements and a few other things were up to specs so as to allow for the leeway built into the system in order for a level platform across the board. Actually, the tolerances were exceptional. The thing with the wheels, though, while it bothers me, as I believe it was indicated that it had wheels, it also doesn't. I have doubts about the quality of such. Further, the system has heavy bolt-based adjustable leveling feet, so that adding decent quality rollers will be easy enough, and rigging that, even further, to allow for leveling, should be no problem with an extra nut(s) and washer(s), per leg, as to preferences. Satisfied.
The thing stands eye to eye with me. So I did have some worry about the required steps. But one thing you learn as both a tall guy and as a guy with a heart condition (whether you know it or not), is that strength is held in reserve for those times nothing else will do. The rest of the time you use what else is, and more freely, available. It starts with the brain, which uses the eye to see how gravity and angles can be used to simplify work. Angles, gravity, and the two combined, have done most of the work I have done in my life. I don't have the stamina, if I at one time and still could argue compared to the norm have the strength. You need both to be a lug. I wouldn't mind being a lug, saves time if... it can cost time. Simply put, I can't afford to be a muscle man. So, a bit of looking, a little attention to things, and I had the thing together in a few minutes. I think their system of construction is beautiful. And, further, I trust it. I can see how gravity will work toward it's strength, and how the components are good enough for this use. K.I.S.S., right?
Another sit in the chair. The work, while not difficult, did stretch things out a bit, but by use, which means I tightened up off and on too. Now is the perfect time to hit the jumbled masses of muscle, before they can turn back into concrete or set.
I think the only thing, for sure, that I need to get, are the lamps. I may look Friday. I saw some doubles bulb lamps (of which I need/want four), for right under $15 per. The nice thing is, I am sure this system will last for years, maybe a decade, with only possibly bulbs needing replaced, if that. Although, too, I know this will only work for a very small patch. While there is enough room for 210 seedlings of various regular sorts and 68 tomatoes (the latter can be mixed if I want to I suspect, so 278 seedlings really), considering seed loss, plant loss, and the rest, I can't be sure of this for a whole garden. Then again, only some crop is worth seeding ahead of time? Who knows. For now I think this system will be enough for my first two to three years of gardening. And, it is eminently scalable. Woot!
Later.
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The shelf has been put together, stood up, and even partially arranged, with hooks, the bottom layers of non-adhesive shelf lining on, and a rough placement of the seed planters in play. I won't guarantee this is how it will end up, and I was disappointed that wheels were not included (to a degree). But will each shelf hold 600 pounds? If my life or coin was on the line, I would have to bet that it would. It is very solid. The method for construction was quite simple but new to me. I ended up just needing the instructions for one area. The thing, when I realized how it worked, that worried me, was whether measurements and a few other things were up to specs so as to allow for the leeway built into the system in order for a level platform across the board. Actually, the tolerances were exceptional. The thing with the wheels, though, while it bothers me, as I believe it was indicated that it had wheels, it also doesn't. I have doubts about the quality of such. Further, the system has heavy bolt-based adjustable leveling feet, so that adding decent quality rollers will be easy enough, and rigging that, even further, to allow for leveling, should be no problem with an extra nut(s) and washer(s), per leg, as to preferences. Satisfied.
The thing stands eye to eye with me. So I did have some worry about the required steps. But one thing you learn as both a tall guy and as a guy with a heart condition (whether you know it or not), is that strength is held in reserve for those times nothing else will do. The rest of the time you use what else is, and more freely, available. It starts with the brain, which uses the eye to see how gravity and angles can be used to simplify work. Angles, gravity, and the two combined, have done most of the work I have done in my life. I don't have the stamina, if I at one time and still could argue compared to the norm have the strength. You need both to be a lug. I wouldn't mind being a lug, saves time if... it can cost time. Simply put, I can't afford to be a muscle man. So, a bit of looking, a little attention to things, and I had the thing together in a few minutes. I think their system of construction is beautiful. And, further, I trust it. I can see how gravity will work toward it's strength, and how the components are good enough for this use. K.I.S.S., right?
Another sit in the chair. The work, while not difficult, did stretch things out a bit, but by use, which means I tightened up off and on too. Now is the perfect time to hit the jumbled masses of muscle, before they can turn back into concrete or set.
I think the only thing, for sure, that I need to get, are the lamps. I may look Friday. I saw some doubles bulb lamps (of which I need/want four), for right under $15 per. The nice thing is, I am sure this system will last for years, maybe a decade, with only possibly bulbs needing replaced, if that. Although, too, I know this will only work for a very small patch. While there is enough room for 210 seedlings of various regular sorts and 68 tomatoes (the latter can be mixed if I want to I suspect, so 278 seedlings really), considering seed loss, plant loss, and the rest, I can't be sure of this for a whole garden. Then again, only some crop is worth seeding ahead of time? Who knows. For now I think this system will be enough for my first two to three years of gardening. And, it is eminently scalable. Woot!
Later.
Wow! That sure helped!
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I had forgotten all about the massaging vibrating aspect of the recliners my mother found until today. It took a little bit to figure out which buttons to press to get what. A bit of tinkering got me to a very good place. I wish I had found this earlier, weeks earlier. And there are limits. The recliner is intended for normal sized people, so I can't get my upper back from the start of the shoulder blades upward, other than a bit of carry over during vibration. Ugh, but that was like lifting a couple of layers of tight away. I realize, now, that I have quite a few layers of "tight" to get through. Trying to release that in one session, if that were even possible on these chairs, would probably simply kill me or turn me into jello making anything else impossible for a while. Down through the top layers of tightness, though, actually makes it so that I can feel a bit of the pain from the rest of the layers. Yeah, maybe I was pushing it a bit. I figure three or four sessions a day should see me to being in really good shape for swimming Friday. Who knows though, for sure. I might even get in the chair before heading out Friday.
The chair I am using, when clicked to "kneading" squeaks pretty heavily. I need to find, or get, dw40 or axle grease, or whatever it looks like it will need, for that. Which means a minor teardown might be required, if the chairs are sort of set up for easy maintenance from a quick glance. Other than that it seems to work just fine. I may even, with that being so successful, figure out how to create a massage table like setup with the hand-held massage kit, for my upper traps, which are still the tightest of the muscle groups since I couldn't and still can't reach them. Oh was that wonderful. Layers and layers of built up tightness, and I didn't even notice until I had been all but turned into an ironman.
I did measure my arms last night. At about 16", they are as measly as before. However, my chest has expanded to 54", from 52" when my mother was here. I measured for a pajama pattern. The chest expansion didn't surprise me, I think I had mentioned that it was filling, shaping, tightening, if still not great it is better. Yes, yes, sewing and all. It is just that, right quite yet, I can't afford taking the sewing machine in for unknown costs. It just doesn't sit well with my mind, and I may have a hog on the way this coming month, plus processing costs. With the seedling setup, gas to get into town, my mother's coming visit and wallpaper then, a water heater to buy, Burning Man to prep for, and some other little and big things, I just don't have the cash to be doing something else. Oh, and I am behind about two, going on three, months, with utilities. I will catch that up this coming 1st, and maybe get ahead the following month or at least put in post-dated checks to keep me up for about six months or a year. Gah! I am terrible with bills, which is why I automate what I can.
Well, on to working on the shelves. When I get that done, another chair session. I can't believe how much that helps. A real masseuse is a thousand times better, but at this tightness level that might kill me, or turn me to jello. Still, if I could afford it, I might take the risk. Ugh. Money, money, money! Later.
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I had forgotten all about the massaging vibrating aspect of the recliners my mother found until today. It took a little bit to figure out which buttons to press to get what. A bit of tinkering got me to a very good place. I wish I had found this earlier, weeks earlier. And there are limits. The recliner is intended for normal sized people, so I can't get my upper back from the start of the shoulder blades upward, other than a bit of carry over during vibration. Ugh, but that was like lifting a couple of layers of tight away. I realize, now, that I have quite a few layers of "tight" to get through. Trying to release that in one session, if that were even possible on these chairs, would probably simply kill me or turn me into jello making anything else impossible for a while. Down through the top layers of tightness, though, actually makes it so that I can feel a bit of the pain from the rest of the layers. Yeah, maybe I was pushing it a bit. I figure three or four sessions a day should see me to being in really good shape for swimming Friday. Who knows though, for sure. I might even get in the chair before heading out Friday.
The chair I am using, when clicked to "kneading" squeaks pretty heavily. I need to find, or get, dw40 or axle grease, or whatever it looks like it will need, for that. Which means a minor teardown might be required, if the chairs are sort of set up for easy maintenance from a quick glance. Other than that it seems to work just fine. I may even, with that being so successful, figure out how to create a massage table like setup with the hand-held massage kit, for my upper traps, which are still the tightest of the muscle groups since I couldn't and still can't reach them. Oh was that wonderful. Layers and layers of built up tightness, and I didn't even notice until I had been all but turned into an ironman.
I did measure my arms last night. At about 16", they are as measly as before. However, my chest has expanded to 54", from 52" when my mother was here. I measured for a pajama pattern. The chest expansion didn't surprise me, I think I had mentioned that it was filling, shaping, tightening, if still not great it is better. Yes, yes, sewing and all. It is just that, right quite yet, I can't afford taking the sewing machine in for unknown costs. It just doesn't sit well with my mind, and I may have a hog on the way this coming month, plus processing costs. With the seedling setup, gas to get into town, my mother's coming visit and wallpaper then, a water heater to buy, Burning Man to prep for, and some other little and big things, I just don't have the cash to be doing something else. Oh, and I am behind about two, going on three, months, with utilities. I will catch that up this coming 1st, and maybe get ahead the following month or at least put in post-dated checks to keep me up for about six months or a year. Gah! I am terrible with bills, which is why I automate what I can.
Well, on to working on the shelves. When I get that done, another chair session. I can't believe how much that helps. A real masseuse is a thousand times better, but at this tightness level that might kill me, or turn me to jello. Still, if I could afford it, I might take the risk. Ugh. Money, money, money! Later.
Loosening up, but so very slowly.
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I do think I could swim today. I wouldn't count on swimming much, or even lasting my usual time. My back is still a bit tight, and my right bicep has tightened up, again, after having been loosened with massage. At least, so far, it isn't and hasn't been hurting. the tightness doesn't impede breathing, either. It would, to try to describe it, be like being a turtle in a shrinking shell. Consider the skin on it's front legs as part of it's shell, too. The shrinkage isn't enough to impact breathing, save toward the end of the swim time on my last laps, when I would exhaust my lungs... then getting air back in was a bit difficult without simply forcing long deep breaths, consciously. Which is fine. Usually that happens a bit more naturally is all. I guess I will know more Friday.
I didn't get to sleep, or wake, early. The tightness was getting to me and this morning I just wanted to try to sleep through it, to be honest. Which I did, much to the unhappiness of the girls. While not pack animals, they are pretty good at tag team efforts against even an ogre! They have learned to play nice, though. Sitting on me is fine, meowing is okay, even, if it is a reasonable hour (the alarm is or has gone off) using their whiskers to tickle my face... all good. No clawing, biting, or walking on poppo's delicates, though, not at all. They were fed first thing, after waking. Now they don't want to talk to me anymore. All good.
I would like to begin working on the shelving. I didn't get to the pan, so I will need to soak that again. That is pretty much it. I did find the massage machine. I have been thinking about how to get that going. Although, if I remember right, the recliners, if plugged in, have a massage device in them. I'm not sure that is the kind I need, but I might give it a shot first, since it is my back that is the problem. Hmm, might do that right now. It would be very nice to have my back loosen up, even a bit more.
Ah, right, bp was 128/90 or so, and pulse was up to 81. I guess it isn't horrible, just up a bit. I took it twice, taking the lower reading, if this time they were both pretty close. Weight is exactly the same. Medicine went down the hatch and has been doing so regularly.
Later.
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I do think I could swim today. I wouldn't count on swimming much, or even lasting my usual time. My back is still a bit tight, and my right bicep has tightened up, again, after having been loosened with massage. At least, so far, it isn't and hasn't been hurting. the tightness doesn't impede breathing, either. It would, to try to describe it, be like being a turtle in a shrinking shell. Consider the skin on it's front legs as part of it's shell, too. The shrinkage isn't enough to impact breathing, save toward the end of the swim time on my last laps, when I would exhaust my lungs... then getting air back in was a bit difficult without simply forcing long deep breaths, consciously. Which is fine. Usually that happens a bit more naturally is all. I guess I will know more Friday.
I didn't get to sleep, or wake, early. The tightness was getting to me and this morning I just wanted to try to sleep through it, to be honest. Which I did, much to the unhappiness of the girls. While not pack animals, they are pretty good at tag team efforts against even an ogre! They have learned to play nice, though. Sitting on me is fine, meowing is okay, even, if it is a reasonable hour (the alarm is or has gone off) using their whiskers to tickle my face... all good. No clawing, biting, or walking on poppo's delicates, though, not at all. They were fed first thing, after waking. Now they don't want to talk to me anymore. All good.
I would like to begin working on the shelving. I didn't get to the pan, so I will need to soak that again. That is pretty much it. I did find the massage machine. I have been thinking about how to get that going. Although, if I remember right, the recliners, if plugged in, have a massage device in them. I'm not sure that is the kind I need, but I might give it a shot first, since it is my back that is the problem. Hmm, might do that right now. It would be very nice to have my back loosen up, even a bit more.
Ah, right, bp was 128/90 or so, and pulse was up to 81. I guess it isn't horrible, just up a bit. I took it twice, taking the lower reading, if this time they were both pretty close. Weight is exactly the same. Medicine went down the hatch and has been doing so regularly.
Later.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Just a bit done, mostly resting and a nap.
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I painted the back hall, changed some bulbs, read, and pretty much just tinkered. I have tried to massage my sore muscles, which actually helped quite a bit. The problem is I can't reach my back muscles, which are still tight enough they twitch from time to time, if they are getting a bit better over time. If I had the money I would get in for a massage. I don't like the hard massages. My body is usually tight, it has been forever, as far as I can remember. I need a more gentle massage. Odd how I can, or used to be able to, take punches as if I hadn't even been hit, and yet a deep massage would make me yowl in pain. I just need the muscles shaken and warmed by the hands, that seems to really do me some good. If I remember right, that was even helping to lower my blood pressure the last time I had it done, off medicines. At least my head doesn't feel like my shoulders and traps are going to simply pop it off at the neck, mostly, today.
The pan still isn't washed. I may run a clean soak yet tonight and try to finish that, kicking out the breakfast pan and dish while at it.. I did move the 'bookshelf' in to this, the computer room, in order to begin working on it tomorrow. It is one heavy son-of-a-gun. It is stainless, and has the strength to hold 600 pounds per shelf, on three or four shelves, if loaded correctly. It is actually a culinary shelf, but looking at "wooden" and real wood, and other shelves, at the price, it could not be beat. I would love to get another one, just for the kitchen and my pans, for ease of use. With rollers, it is even better as it is mobile. Adding a sheet fitted to it, yet somehow made easy to open, for neatness and keeping everything clean, would improve it and keep my pans in better shape. But for now my money is focused on just what is absolutely needed for very specific things.
While the missionaries were here, as usual, they tried to get me to read their book, alone. As I said, I don't do that. I told them I would think about it, which I have. Not even the bible has been read alone, even when young. I had reference materials, and even some atheist stuff I smuggled home for a more full assessment. As secular as my mother was, she didn't 'go for that kind of shit'. Hehe Then again, she is a woman. Religion, for her at least and for many women, is in the doing, feeling. It isn't related to laws, it isn't binding, and it is a very general thing. But she had very distinct limits, atheism was one of them. Or, uhrm, used to be. :p Now she dates an atheist. Gah! (If I have my doubts about his atheism. I'm suspicious from nosing around in his mind, as is my wont, that his atheism is mostly a good stab at g.o.m.i (grumpy old man itus). It woks on most folks, women especially, too. It just doesn't fly so well on us curious sharper than average young(er) pups. Still, I let him alone with his version of his story, mostly. W.C. Fields, only not quite that convincing, ma boy.)
Anyway, after doing some more reading, and I still have a bit more reasearch to track down more specifics regarding reason, and how it needs to be a strong, equal, component to faith, I will be ready to answer that question. It actually came to me, what my problem with reading a simple seeming book, standing alone, was. Now I know. Hit me like a bolt, if I knew there was a problem, several of them actually but this being the one I had been trying to put to words. The problem with their book is there is no archeological history to it, there is no other books accepted by most of the Christian faith like it of which I am aware. As an anomaly, therefore, it is even more important to read it carefully, with context, and understand it through reason. Which means it won't be just a read, it would be a study. And, I am not up to a full study, even if I had the necessary extra tomes on hand, let alone named. In time a study may go forward, but not for some time. For now I have about fifteen to twenty books to read to mostly catch up on my list, some of them are doozies, such as the Summa Theologica, plus definitely finding and getting in recordings for use in learning Latin (a task shelved until I have aural and vocal learning material).
Tomorrow? I am mostly concerning myself with getting the shelf together. If that does go forward, and is done, and it doesn't kill me, then perhaps a bit of house cleaning. If some part fails I will leave off and pick up where and when I can. There is some business I ought to tend, phone calls to make and such. But I am, again, on somewhat light duty, in hopes that swimming will happen Friday.
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I painted the back hall, changed some bulbs, read, and pretty much just tinkered. I have tried to massage my sore muscles, which actually helped quite a bit. The problem is I can't reach my back muscles, which are still tight enough they twitch from time to time, if they are getting a bit better over time. If I had the money I would get in for a massage. I don't like the hard massages. My body is usually tight, it has been forever, as far as I can remember. I need a more gentle massage. Odd how I can, or used to be able to, take punches as if I hadn't even been hit, and yet a deep massage would make me yowl in pain. I just need the muscles shaken and warmed by the hands, that seems to really do me some good. If I remember right, that was even helping to lower my blood pressure the last time I had it done, off medicines. At least my head doesn't feel like my shoulders and traps are going to simply pop it off at the neck, mostly, today.
The pan still isn't washed. I may run a clean soak yet tonight and try to finish that, kicking out the breakfast pan and dish while at it.. I did move the 'bookshelf' in to this, the computer room, in order to begin working on it tomorrow. It is one heavy son-of-a-gun. It is stainless, and has the strength to hold 600 pounds per shelf, on three or four shelves, if loaded correctly. It is actually a culinary shelf, but looking at "wooden" and real wood, and other shelves, at the price, it could not be beat. I would love to get another one, just for the kitchen and my pans, for ease of use. With rollers, it is even better as it is mobile. Adding a sheet fitted to it, yet somehow made easy to open, for neatness and keeping everything clean, would improve it and keep my pans in better shape. But for now my money is focused on just what is absolutely needed for very specific things.
While the missionaries were here, as usual, they tried to get me to read their book, alone. As I said, I don't do that. I told them I would think about it, which I have. Not even the bible has been read alone, even when young. I had reference materials, and even some atheist stuff I smuggled home for a more full assessment. As secular as my mother was, she didn't 'go for that kind of shit'. Hehe Then again, she is a woman. Religion, for her at least and for many women, is in the doing, feeling. It isn't related to laws, it isn't binding, and it is a very general thing. But she had very distinct limits, atheism was one of them. Or, uhrm, used to be. :p Now she dates an atheist. Gah! (If I have my doubts about his atheism. I'm suspicious from nosing around in his mind, as is my wont, that his atheism is mostly a good stab at g.o.m.i (grumpy old man itus). It woks on most folks, women especially, too. It just doesn't fly so well on us curious sharper than average young(er) pups. Still, I let him alone with his version of his story, mostly. W.C. Fields, only not quite that convincing, ma boy.)
Anyway, after doing some more reading, and I still have a bit more reasearch to track down more specifics regarding reason, and how it needs to be a strong, equal, component to faith, I will be ready to answer that question. It actually came to me, what my problem with reading a simple seeming book, standing alone, was. Now I know. Hit me like a bolt, if I knew there was a problem, several of them actually but this being the one I had been trying to put to words. The problem with their book is there is no archeological history to it, there is no other books accepted by most of the Christian faith like it of which I am aware. As an anomaly, therefore, it is even more important to read it carefully, with context, and understand it through reason. Which means it won't be just a read, it would be a study. And, I am not up to a full study, even if I had the necessary extra tomes on hand, let alone named. In time a study may go forward, but not for some time. For now I have about fifteen to twenty books to read to mostly catch up on my list, some of them are doozies, such as the Summa Theologica, plus definitely finding and getting in recordings for use in learning Latin (a task shelved until I have aural and vocal learning material).
Tomorrow? I am mostly concerning myself with getting the shelf together. If that does go forward, and is done, and it doesn't kill me, then perhaps a bit of house cleaning. If some part fails I will leave off and pick up where and when I can. There is some business I ought to tend, phone calls to make and such. But I am, again, on somewhat light duty, in hopes that swimming will happen Friday.
Still tight.
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I did a few things, on my own, to loosen up last night. I wouldn't say I did stretches, per se, more like minor warmups. I am still a bit tight today, my biceps, shoulders, and triceps seem to be the holdouts. Being so solid made getting to bed on time difficult. I just allowed an extra hour of sleep this morning, setting the alarm for 8:00, which I woke to if not easily.
Today is a rest day. I am planning on washing the pan that was left, and painting the back hall repair spot at least one more time, and perhaps dealing with clothes. I should have enough hangers, finally, to get everything hung. Folding my shirts, beside putting creases in them, is more akin to folding a small sail then a shirt. And I have never been good at folding shirts. Towels I have learned to fold. Even jeans can now be folded reasonably well. But even a t-shirt is extremely tricky for me to fold right. I had a girlfriend, or one of my fiancees, who did it perfectly. I can't remember which one though. Hrmm, or were there two of them that were good at that? And I did, honestly, try to learn from them. Some things, though, it seems, just can't be learned by some people.
Yes, yes, I do pick on women. Never worry though. I truly enjoy the female population of our species, at least one on one. And some of them must enjoy my company, for many have gladly held my hand for various times in their and my life. And I certainly do pick on them, if still I think they picked back more and more often, just not half as well. That, actually, is part of the job of a mate. We pick to improve, or arrange our life. Women are very much about the order of things, including, or I should say especially, relationships. They need there to be a leader and a follower, and ranking even beyond that. And, if they can, if they know what they are doing, on some things, I will gladly let them take the reins. Most of my women have tried to keep me away from laundry, for example, if I think I do well. I... thought I did? And it was work I didn't mind so much. Odd.
Another note, women don't understand the singular all that well, even the lone wolf type women I have been with. Actually, more singularly natured women need an authority system more strongly than gadflies do, oddly. And, even if they don't function well in it, singular type women very much have a belief in a ranking system for all people, with others either being above or below them, something I don't share to a greater, generalized, degree. I do keep the notion of finding a woman, actually wife as the latter is easy, in my prayers, if I have changed how I pray. Instead of just asking for a wife, I now ask that God see me to being ready for a wife. A minor thing, some might argue, but it is the difference between asking for something and the wisdom and readiness for something. If you have the something, but aren't ready for it, the outcome might well be grim. And a woman, wife, is indeed something! :p
On to breakfast and waking. Oh, bp? 122/84, with a pulse at 67. Weighing in, still, at 277.8. I am going to try to remember to check my vitals daily this week, to see if there are still higher outliers. I have faltered regarding testing every day, as frustration set in with the outliers and maintained weight.
Good day.
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I did a few things, on my own, to loosen up last night. I wouldn't say I did stretches, per se, more like minor warmups. I am still a bit tight today, my biceps, shoulders, and triceps seem to be the holdouts. Being so solid made getting to bed on time difficult. I just allowed an extra hour of sleep this morning, setting the alarm for 8:00, which I woke to if not easily.
Today is a rest day. I am planning on washing the pan that was left, and painting the back hall repair spot at least one more time, and perhaps dealing with clothes. I should have enough hangers, finally, to get everything hung. Folding my shirts, beside putting creases in them, is more akin to folding a small sail then a shirt. And I have never been good at folding shirts. Towels I have learned to fold. Even jeans can now be folded reasonably well. But even a t-shirt is extremely tricky for me to fold right. I had a girlfriend, or one of my fiancees, who did it perfectly. I can't remember which one though. Hrmm, or were there two of them that were good at that? And I did, honestly, try to learn from them. Some things, though, it seems, just can't be learned by some people.
Yes, yes, I do pick on women. Never worry though. I truly enjoy the female population of our species, at least one on one. And some of them must enjoy my company, for many have gladly held my hand for various times in their and my life. And I certainly do pick on them, if still I think they picked back more and more often, just not half as well. That, actually, is part of the job of a mate. We pick to improve, or arrange our life. Women are very much about the order of things, including, or I should say especially, relationships. They need there to be a leader and a follower, and ranking even beyond that. And, if they can, if they know what they are doing, on some things, I will gladly let them take the reins. Most of my women have tried to keep me away from laundry, for example, if I think I do well. I... thought I did? And it was work I didn't mind so much. Odd.
Another note, women don't understand the singular all that well, even the lone wolf type women I have been with. Actually, more singularly natured women need an authority system more strongly than gadflies do, oddly. And, even if they don't function well in it, singular type women very much have a belief in a ranking system for all people, with others either being above or below them, something I don't share to a greater, generalized, degree. I do keep the notion of finding a woman, actually wife as the latter is easy, in my prayers, if I have changed how I pray. Instead of just asking for a wife, I now ask that God see me to being ready for a wife. A minor thing, some might argue, but it is the difference between asking for something and the wisdom and readiness for something. If you have the something, but aren't ready for it, the outcome might well be grim. And a woman, wife, is indeed something! :p
On to breakfast and waking. Oh, bp? 122/84, with a pulse at 67. Weighing in, still, at 277.8. I am going to try to remember to check my vitals daily this week, to see if there are still higher outliers. I have faltered regarding testing every day, as frustration set in with the outliers and maintained weight.
Good day.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Tight! Too tight.
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From about the middle of my neck down to my gut, and from my wrists in, and chest to trap, I am TIGHT. A bit of looking did find some data. It looks like too much caffeine could be a part of, or even the problem. If I think that is just another pseudo-science polemic junk science notion, personally. One of the vitamin deficiencies which can cause tightening is B-12. The thing is that is a part of what I take, in part to counter what the water pill might be removing, if only taken three times a week but on top of a daily multivitamin which includes it. Now if stressed B-12 might not be absorbed well, but that isn't my problem. I'm not sure how to get the kinks out, either. Oh, some sites suggest stretching. Other sites are calling stretching into question, greatly, at least static stretching, and for almost any reason. I am actually in agreement regarding static stretching. Warmups, maybe. Perhaps shaking off at a break, perhaps. But simply stretching out has always been a fail for me, and I eschew it.
I know, in the pool, toward the end, it was more like... my upper body was becoming... concrete. Or more that the water had mixed with the stuff and it was beginning to set (yes, there is underwater setting concrete, the Romans had it, actually, if it was lost to be "reinvented" much later I think). I was becoming so tight that my strokes were a bear. I could still do them, it just... it was taking a heck of a lot to get that arm over, then the other. Setting concrete, that is exactly what it felt like. And, no, I don't feel cold in the pool, save a touch when I enter. Besides, I don't think they make, nor would I wear, a swim shawl. :p I'll have to do some more investigating. But this is what has been and continues to be the problem with swimming three times a week. I want some of my... fleshly power back, damnit! I have things to do. Bah! I don't even care if I look any better, if that shouldn't be too hard, one way, impossible in any real way.
Ah, but come to think of it, it might not be just the tightness. Unless that is costing me a great deal more to overcome, thereby tiring me out too much? I am, as well, quite tired shortly after the swim, and pretty much all of last week. I did overdo things, period. And then, maybe, medicine played it's part. Still, one problem at a time. Sometimes fixing one thing fixes other things, but not always. It certainly can't be counted on. I suppose, considering my age and condition I shouldn't be too judgmental, harsh, or pushy. And yet, not just for B.M but for the rest of my life, I need to keep going and I have this hurdle that is just in the way. I'll keep looking, maybe talk to someone somewhere. I am sure I can do this, I just to need to see how.
Good night.
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From about the middle of my neck down to my gut, and from my wrists in, and chest to trap, I am TIGHT. A bit of looking did find some data. It looks like too much caffeine could be a part of, or even the problem. If I think that is just another pseudo-science polemic junk science notion, personally. One of the vitamin deficiencies which can cause tightening is B-12. The thing is that is a part of what I take, in part to counter what the water pill might be removing, if only taken three times a week but on top of a daily multivitamin which includes it. Now if stressed B-12 might not be absorbed well, but that isn't my problem. I'm not sure how to get the kinks out, either. Oh, some sites suggest stretching. Other sites are calling stretching into question, greatly, at least static stretching, and for almost any reason. I am actually in agreement regarding static stretching. Warmups, maybe. Perhaps shaking off at a break, perhaps. But simply stretching out has always been a fail for me, and I eschew it.
I know, in the pool, toward the end, it was more like... my upper body was becoming... concrete. Or more that the water had mixed with the stuff and it was beginning to set (yes, there is underwater setting concrete, the Romans had it, actually, if it was lost to be "reinvented" much later I think). I was becoming so tight that my strokes were a bear. I could still do them, it just... it was taking a heck of a lot to get that arm over, then the other. Setting concrete, that is exactly what it felt like. And, no, I don't feel cold in the pool, save a touch when I enter. Besides, I don't think they make, nor would I wear, a swim shawl. :p I'll have to do some more investigating. But this is what has been and continues to be the problem with swimming three times a week. I want some of my... fleshly power back, damnit! I have things to do. Bah! I don't even care if I look any better, if that shouldn't be too hard, one way, impossible in any real way.
Ah, but come to think of it, it might not be just the tightness. Unless that is costing me a great deal more to overcome, thereby tiring me out too much? I am, as well, quite tired shortly after the swim, and pretty much all of last week. I did overdo things, period. And then, maybe, medicine played it's part. Still, one problem at a time. Sometimes fixing one thing fixes other things, but not always. It certainly can't be counted on. I suppose, considering my age and condition I shouldn't be too judgmental, harsh, or pushy. And yet, not just for B.M but for the rest of my life, I need to keep going and I have this hurdle that is just in the way. I'll keep looking, maybe talk to someone somewhere. I am sure I can do this, I just to need to see how.
Good night.
Just a quicky...
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All right, now. I've given out enough clues, so I want to see if any one has actually been paying attention. I am not sure if you will find this in any kind of a browser search. And, actually, my guess is, very few rabbis, mostly ones into historical "myth" might be able to tell you. You might find it, scantly and roughly, discussed in a few old tomes though, probably not too far from the lore regarding Lilith and the flesh golem, if not as often, or directly. What modern "monster" is actually based on the stories and such of nephilim? Actually, I knew this long ago. But because of learning more about each, I realized that the modern take-off is extremely off the course, so I had stopped thinking of the two as one. It just came to me the other night, for whatever reason.
Later.
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All right, now. I've given out enough clues, so I want to see if any one has actually been paying attention. I am not sure if you will find this in any kind of a browser search. And, actually, my guess is, very few rabbis, mostly ones into historical "myth" might be able to tell you. You might find it, scantly and roughly, discussed in a few old tomes though, probably not too far from the lore regarding Lilith and the flesh golem, if not as often, or directly. What modern "monster" is actually based on the stories and such of nephilim? Actually, I knew this long ago. But because of learning more about each, I realized that the modern take-off is extremely off the course, so I had stopped thinking of the two as one. It just came to me the other night, for whatever reason.
Later.
Oh, yeah, okay. Now I know.
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No Mass today. Go figure. I certainly hope it wasn't to celebrate a very poor Protestant's life? I truly hope not. In any case, I did get into the pool. I did fairly well, not my best by far, but I plugged what I could. Toward the end though, I was hardening. My muscles were becoming solid. But not in the good way. It was more like I was turning into stone. I do not believe I will be able to maintain swimming three days a week, not now, not yet maybe. I am going to try for Mondays and Fridays though.
After I got out of the pool I was doing... poorly. I don't mind that, really. That itself will not keep me from going in. But there was no amount of time that would have allowed me to be ready for pedaling, either. Not there, in the gym. I can't rest, really, in the men's locker or outside. I'm simply not used to having people all around, coming and going. And more, I am not sure I should push more and do pedaling, not now, not yet, but for certain.
Even after a couple of hours out of the pool I am still too tight. If I could afford it, I would get a massage right after I got out of the pool, once a week or once every other week. I am so very tight, internally, my bones hurt from it. Could I possibly build that fast? Is there something else peculiar to heart patients or diabetes that causes problems this way? That I simply don't know. I will continue, doing what I can, pushing for more. What is it, two to three steps forward, one to two steps back? Which is fine, if that is what I have to do. I am pleased to be able to even give this a try. And unless my health or physical ability completely crashes, at this point, this isn't a "try", I am not "planning" on anything, I am simply going forward with this to the best of my ability.
I forgot the refrigerator light, of course. After I saw Mass was not happening, I headed right back home. Yeah, yeah, but I really wasn't going to wait until Friday (or even Wednesday as I thought at the time). I want light when I open up the refrigerator! Plus, I didn't want to quit on that job. I wanted it done, just for the purposes of having it done. Inconvenient? Sure. But now it is done. I also bought hangers and that one stuff D.C. suggested to clean the paint Brush. I could have swore I had enough hangers, and then some, for my clothes. Do... women eat those, along with toilet paper? Or is that what they use to stuff the garbage pails? Gah!
I have some visitors coming this afternoon. I wasn't sure when I would be back, or what I might do. But being so tired I decided not to stop to see my friend. I do hope to get there Friday though. I would like to take a movie, but who knows. I won't be up to a lot of store shopping, if today was any indication, but if he needs something, I could at least hit one store with or for him. Ugh! But I am well and truly shot.
With getting to town this week paired to two days, I will have more time to do a few things. I need to, again, look for the instructions for the camera I gave my friend. As well, I would like to reset the mini-computer for his use. I would also like to put the seedling 'bookcase' together, and arrange things, figure out planting times, and such. Hmm, I am sure there are some other things I could do, and would like to do, including maybe a little practice brazing to work up to setting up for the hot water heater installation. That does make me a bit nervous. On the good side the pipes I will be working with are all exposed and the water shut-off is right near the work. It would only, mostly, probably, be my ego that was hurt by a failure. And failures are rather easy to fix, for the most part.
Well, enough for now. Good day.
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No Mass today. Go figure. I certainly hope it wasn't to celebrate a very poor Protestant's life? I truly hope not. In any case, I did get into the pool. I did fairly well, not my best by far, but I plugged what I could. Toward the end though, I was hardening. My muscles were becoming solid. But not in the good way. It was more like I was turning into stone. I do not believe I will be able to maintain swimming three days a week, not now, not yet maybe. I am going to try for Mondays and Fridays though.
After I got out of the pool I was doing... poorly. I don't mind that, really. That itself will not keep me from going in. But there was no amount of time that would have allowed me to be ready for pedaling, either. Not there, in the gym. I can't rest, really, in the men's locker or outside. I'm simply not used to having people all around, coming and going. And more, I am not sure I should push more and do pedaling, not now, not yet, but for certain.
Even after a couple of hours out of the pool I am still too tight. If I could afford it, I would get a massage right after I got out of the pool, once a week or once every other week. I am so very tight, internally, my bones hurt from it. Could I possibly build that fast? Is there something else peculiar to heart patients or diabetes that causes problems this way? That I simply don't know. I will continue, doing what I can, pushing for more. What is it, two to three steps forward, one to two steps back? Which is fine, if that is what I have to do. I am pleased to be able to even give this a try. And unless my health or physical ability completely crashes, at this point, this isn't a "try", I am not "planning" on anything, I am simply going forward with this to the best of my ability.
I forgot the refrigerator light, of course. After I saw Mass was not happening, I headed right back home. Yeah, yeah, but I really wasn't going to wait until Friday (or even Wednesday as I thought at the time). I want light when I open up the refrigerator! Plus, I didn't want to quit on that job. I wanted it done, just for the purposes of having it done. Inconvenient? Sure. But now it is done. I also bought hangers and that one stuff D.C. suggested to clean the paint Brush. I could have swore I had enough hangers, and then some, for my clothes. Do... women eat those, along with toilet paper? Or is that what they use to stuff the garbage pails? Gah!
I have some visitors coming this afternoon. I wasn't sure when I would be back, or what I might do. But being so tired I decided not to stop to see my friend. I do hope to get there Friday though. I would like to take a movie, but who knows. I won't be up to a lot of store shopping, if today was any indication, but if he needs something, I could at least hit one store with or for him. Ugh! But I am well and truly shot.
With getting to town this week paired to two days, I will have more time to do a few things. I need to, again, look for the instructions for the camera I gave my friend. As well, I would like to reset the mini-computer for his use. I would also like to put the seedling 'bookcase' together, and arrange things, figure out planting times, and such. Hmm, I am sure there are some other things I could do, and would like to do, including maybe a little practice brazing to work up to setting up for the hot water heater installation. That does make me a bit nervous. On the good side the pipes I will be working with are all exposed and the water shut-off is right near the work. It would only, mostly, probably, be my ego that was hurt by a failure. And failures are rather easy to fix, for the most part.
Well, enough for now. Good day.
Not too bad, so far.
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Okay, a beer turned into two beers. And I think those were rabbit beers as they morphed into a six-pack. Down the hatch with nary a difficulty. Nothing fancy, Budweiser regular will do, and well. However, it did end up being a bit after 1:00 before I went to bed. Worrying about getting at least a minimal amount of sleep, I set the alarm for 8:00. Still feeling cold, I left the door open. The door being open, the girls helped me up this morning, if it wasn't too tough a thing.
Breakfast has been cooked and eaten, pills taken. A shower in fifteen minutes, so that I have time to rest before heading out. And eggs? I suppose that might still happen. But as slowly as I am moving, and with the later start, that may wait. Oh, but I will get the dead light bulb out of the refrigerator. It is quite annoying to open up the reefer to not be able to see a darned thing. Everything else is being wrapped around getting to Mass and then swimming, if possible.
I am moving slowly, but no more or less than is my usual. I turned the heat up first thing this morning, to top it off. Yesterday, while tinkering with the thermostat, I got a bit of a shock. That shock reset the thermostat. And while I did set it back to temp, I didn't put it on hold. So, by 20:00 or earlier, it had tripped off my setting and gone to where I had it last year, on this schedule, down to 62 F. Okay, that is why I was doing nothing last year. Sure, I can survive it, but it was harsh. When it is that cold I even saw the beginnings of that state of mind where I am neither asleep nor awake. Yeah, okay, we must maintain some level of comfort.
I see Vox is beating up on some... well... we will call them nerds. I won't even say they are white knight types, as I think even for them that is an excuse. They are just trying anything to salvage the junk they are peddling and how they peddle it, if the way they are doing it probably does match their weak male status. Now, how they respond to Vox is like those nerds who have been told (lied to) by females that they shouldn't fight, for they have a higher purpose. What the women really meant was... they shouldn't fight because they will only get hurt, that they have a higher purpose which is simply receiving wedgies and toilet-bowl hair for the entertainment of all, and that their (the females') honor doesn't need... urhm... protection. But these are the type of nerds who bought into the first version, without all the clarifications, and hold to it dearly, for ego and life. If it weren't for the fact that these guys seem to be running a segment of literature they have gained power over into the ground, one Vox is interested in, they would be little more than comic relief... or nauseating things to avoid for some of us... in some well hidden valley of Nerdom. Although I truly hope he is finished showing their faux white knight escapades. Some things are hard to mind scrub.
Oh, on to my day I suppose. Have a good one yourself, if you can.
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Okay, a beer turned into two beers. And I think those were rabbit beers as they morphed into a six-pack. Down the hatch with nary a difficulty. Nothing fancy, Budweiser regular will do, and well. However, it did end up being a bit after 1:00 before I went to bed. Worrying about getting at least a minimal amount of sleep, I set the alarm for 8:00. Still feeling cold, I left the door open. The door being open, the girls helped me up this morning, if it wasn't too tough a thing.
Breakfast has been cooked and eaten, pills taken. A shower in fifteen minutes, so that I have time to rest before heading out. And eggs? I suppose that might still happen. But as slowly as I am moving, and with the later start, that may wait. Oh, but I will get the dead light bulb out of the refrigerator. It is quite annoying to open up the reefer to not be able to see a darned thing. Everything else is being wrapped around getting to Mass and then swimming, if possible.
I am moving slowly, but no more or less than is my usual. I turned the heat up first thing this morning, to top it off. Yesterday, while tinkering with the thermostat, I got a bit of a shock. That shock reset the thermostat. And while I did set it back to temp, I didn't put it on hold. So, by 20:00 or earlier, it had tripped off my setting and gone to where I had it last year, on this schedule, down to 62 F. Okay, that is why I was doing nothing last year. Sure, I can survive it, but it was harsh. When it is that cold I even saw the beginnings of that state of mind where I am neither asleep nor awake. Yeah, okay, we must maintain some level of comfort.
I see Vox is beating up on some... well... we will call them nerds. I won't even say they are white knight types, as I think even for them that is an excuse. They are just trying anything to salvage the junk they are peddling and how they peddle it, if the way they are doing it probably does match their weak male status. Now, how they respond to Vox is like those nerds who have been told (lied to) by females that they shouldn't fight, for they have a higher purpose. What the women really meant was... they shouldn't fight because they will only get hurt, that they have a higher purpose which is simply receiving wedgies and toilet-bowl hair for the entertainment of all, and that their (the females') honor doesn't need... urhm... protection. But these are the type of nerds who bought into the first version, without all the clarifications, and hold to it dearly, for ego and life. If it weren't for the fact that these guys seem to be running a segment of literature they have gained power over into the ground, one Vox is interested in, they would be little more than comic relief... or nauseating things to avoid for some of us... in some well hidden valley of Nerdom. Although I truly hope he is finished showing their faux white knight escapades. Some things are hard to mind scrub.
Oh, on to my day I suppose. Have a good one yourself, if you can.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Tacking it up for points.
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When I was in my foster home, my parents created a work list. Well, it also had a demerit section. If I did such and so, and "the extra mile", I got a reward. Charming how much easier that was than reminding me. Huh? Oh, bacon? I can do you for that! Heck, I even got ahead so that I would get them to check things off. I even did so well on extra miles that we had to... renegotiate. Well, I did avoid demerits, one way or the other. Yes, I learned how to... negotiate. If, actually, I was already, for whatever reason, quite skilled in the art. Uhrm, if you forget this little thing, I'll help here, do that, or... such. Or even... can't you let this one little thing slide? I have been doing quite well, YOU wouldn't want to mess that up, would you? Personally I think the devil would have had trouble being so well versed in the delicate art at times. :p
Anyway... Here it goes for tonight. While I didn't get to everything, the clothes weren't folded and I didn't do the last pan (if it did need to be soaked, there wasn't room with the first soak... so, can we just skip that, hmm?). I also cleaned off the stove top. I didn't get the eggs cooked. I have done that in the morning, right along with breakfast before, but that might be pushing it. I also set up my gym bag. There were some other things on my list, but then I remembered the trash needed to go out. I thought I had several bags in there, so I wanted to get that to the curb. After collecting trash, I found that each bin only held one bag, so... meh... Oh well. I also didn't fix the shade for the back room. What I require, however, is clear tape. Tape one side, super glue the other, or so it was suggested. The problem is, after fifteen minutes of looking for the clear tape, I had to give up. I ran out of sure places to look. I did, however, get my drill put up finally, sort some other tools and supplies and get them put away, I found some drill bits to replace some broken ones and put those in, and I did some spot cleaning on the fly as well. So it wasn't a completely wasted fifteen minutes. Hey, as work shy as I get, I can't waste effort, you know!
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When I was in my foster home, my parents created a work list. Well, it also had a demerit section. If I did such and so, and "the extra mile", I got a reward. Charming how much easier that was than reminding me. Huh? Oh, bacon? I can do you for that! Heck, I even got ahead so that I would get them to check things off. I even did so well on extra miles that we had to... renegotiate. Well, I did avoid demerits, one way or the other. Yes, I learned how to... negotiate. If, actually, I was already, for whatever reason, quite skilled in the art. Uhrm, if you forget this little thing, I'll help here, do that, or... such. Or even... can't you let this one little thing slide? I have been doing quite well, YOU wouldn't want to mess that up, would you? Personally I think the devil would have had trouble being so well versed in the delicate art at times. :p
Anyway... Here it goes for tonight. While I didn't get to everything, the clothes weren't folded and I didn't do the last pan (if it did need to be soaked, there wasn't room with the first soak... so, can we just skip that, hmm?). I also cleaned off the stove top. I didn't get the eggs cooked. I have done that in the morning, right along with breakfast before, but that might be pushing it. I also set up my gym bag. There were some other things on my list, but then I remembered the trash needed to go out. I thought I had several bags in there, so I wanted to get that to the curb. After collecting trash, I found that each bin only held one bag, so... meh... Oh well. I also didn't fix the shade for the back room. What I require, however, is clear tape. Tape one side, super glue the other, or so it was suggested. The problem is, after fifteen minutes of looking for the clear tape, I had to give up. I ran out of sure places to look. I did, however, get my drill put up finally, sort some other tools and supplies and get them put away, I found some drill bits to replace some broken ones and put those in, and I did some spot cleaning on the fly as well. So it wasn't a completely wasted fifteen minutes. Hey, as work shy as I get, I can't waste effort, you know!
Ah! That's more like it.
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The light is up and working. While it is not quite completed, I still have to do some work on the 'shade' for it (it is cracked along the bent seems). I did a few other things, if not quite what I had in mind. And I do think I will be finishing the dishes shortly, and changing out a bulb or two plus grabbing the one from the refrigerator to take in for comparison tomorrow. While I still haven't done all on my list, I am doing things. Further I do believe I will have everything ready for tomorrow. On top of that I feel a little life coming back into me. I have no idea why. The extra heat today? The shower and shave? Hitting a few things? My body still feels a little stiff and sore but I think that might melt off like morning fogs often do. If not I think I can work with it, in any case.
I have been looking at exercise bands. While I honestly prefer straight weights, these might be easier on my blood pressure, even act as a transition stage as I move along, and I could use them indoors. And, it would be a relatively inexpensive alternative light exercise system for here at home, cutting one day of gas expense out of my week. And more, if I travel I could take it with, though probably not to Burning Man so much as a trip to my visit my mother. That alone would pay for it in just a matter of months with a tank lasting a week and a half and costing $50-$60 per as is. The one thing I am not sure about is if these bands have proprietary exercise designs. If you have used bands before it wouldn't be a problem. But for a first timer it might be.
Just thinking. I still have to finish the purchases for the seedling hatchery, or... whatever. Four, perhaps six, shop lights... a surge protector to consolidate cords along with a timer (though the one I used for Christmas lights might work... Hmm, I think that is about it though. I have the seeds, the planters, the "book case", lining, and hooks for the lights already bought. Ugh, though. At least most of this is a one-time purchase! And I am getting to a point where I will be able to begin backing off and just tinkering. Well, after B.M. Well, and with the water heater in there somewhere... Gah! :p
Yeah, something just popped today. Like I said, I am still achy, sore, tired. But too, I am seeing a way through it. Yes I am. Tomorrow, to the pool. And if I get the dishes done, I should have no problem making oatmeal or something hot for breakfast. Even scrambled eggs wouldn't be bad, with a side of toast.
Good night.
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The light is up and working. While it is not quite completed, I still have to do some work on the 'shade' for it (it is cracked along the bent seems). I did a few other things, if not quite what I had in mind. And I do think I will be finishing the dishes shortly, and changing out a bulb or two plus grabbing the one from the refrigerator to take in for comparison tomorrow. While I still haven't done all on my list, I am doing things. Further I do believe I will have everything ready for tomorrow. On top of that I feel a little life coming back into me. I have no idea why. The extra heat today? The shower and shave? Hitting a few things? My body still feels a little stiff and sore but I think that might melt off like morning fogs often do. If not I think I can work with it, in any case.
I have been looking at exercise bands. While I honestly prefer straight weights, these might be easier on my blood pressure, even act as a transition stage as I move along, and I could use them indoors. And, it would be a relatively inexpensive alternative light exercise system for here at home, cutting one day of gas expense out of my week. And more, if I travel I could take it with, though probably not to Burning Man so much as a trip to my visit my mother. That alone would pay for it in just a matter of months with a tank lasting a week and a half and costing $50-$60 per as is. The one thing I am not sure about is if these bands have proprietary exercise designs. If you have used bands before it wouldn't be a problem. But for a first timer it might be.
Just thinking. I still have to finish the purchases for the seedling hatchery, or... whatever. Four, perhaps six, shop lights... a surge protector to consolidate cords along with a timer (though the one I used for Christmas lights might work... Hmm, I think that is about it though. I have the seeds, the planters, the "book case", lining, and hooks for the lights already bought. Ugh, though. At least most of this is a one-time purchase! And I am getting to a point where I will be able to begin backing off and just tinkering. Well, after B.M. Well, and with the water heater in there somewhere... Gah! :p
Yeah, something just popped today. Like I said, I am still achy, sore, tired. But too, I am seeing a way through it. Yes I am. Tomorrow, to the pool. And if I get the dishes done, I should have no problem making oatmeal or something hot for breakfast. Even scrambled eggs wouldn't be bad, with a side of toast.
Good night.
Okay, a tough week ahead.
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Just finishing my shower, I decided to shave. I decided to give my brother's inexpensive brand a whirl. It is the same type I used for my first ten years of shaving too, but after finding some of the other types, and seeing how good they were, I just couldn't go back. Still, what the heck I though. He left it, as taking such things through the airport is somewhere between illegal and impossible. And he recommended that I try it. Okay, it actually looks like I will be switching back to the old stuff. Either my face has changed or they keep fiddling with the formulas so that what was once better simply begins to fail. Perhaps some stuff is aimed at certain age groups, and beards, stubble, whatever, is just different? I'll have to let him know, if he would ever answer his phone. I've called, I think, three times now.
After that was done, I began a fresh soak of the dishes. Yeah, yeah, I was going to do that first, sue me. I realized, though, that I was crashing. Seriously, I was beginning to suffer just standing. I wonder if the cold and the heart, combined, is what gets me? I keep thinking about it but I have no clear answer. The things is, this makes me pretty sure tomorrow, and the rest of the week, are going to be brutal. I will go in as long and as well as I can. I may have to curtail things if I simply don't have what it takes to pound an half hour out of the pool. I am hoping, though, if I have to take an half hour in-between, to start hitting the pedals regularly. Like I said, five to ten minutes of that a day is all, at most, until I catch the drift on that.
Well, on to figuring out the light. With that completed, anything else I get done can happen when it does. But I need daylight in that back room to connect everything. Trying to use a flashlight, or such, is just not how I like to work on electrical connections. Later.
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Just finishing my shower, I decided to shave. I decided to give my brother's inexpensive brand a whirl. It is the same type I used for my first ten years of shaving too, but after finding some of the other types, and seeing how good they were, I just couldn't go back. Still, what the heck I though. He left it, as taking such things through the airport is somewhere between illegal and impossible. And he recommended that I try it. Okay, it actually looks like I will be switching back to the old stuff. Either my face has changed or they keep fiddling with the formulas so that what was once better simply begins to fail. Perhaps some stuff is aimed at certain age groups, and beards, stubble, whatever, is just different? I'll have to let him know, if he would ever answer his phone. I've called, I think, three times now.
After that was done, I began a fresh soak of the dishes. Yeah, yeah, I was going to do that first, sue me. I realized, though, that I was crashing. Seriously, I was beginning to suffer just standing. I wonder if the cold and the heart, combined, is what gets me? I keep thinking about it but I have no clear answer. The things is, this makes me pretty sure tomorrow, and the rest of the week, are going to be brutal. I will go in as long and as well as I can. I may have to curtail things if I simply don't have what it takes to pound an half hour out of the pool. I am hoping, though, if I have to take an half hour in-between, to start hitting the pedals regularly. Like I said, five to ten minutes of that a day is all, at most, until I catch the drift on that.
Well, on to figuring out the light. With that completed, anything else I get done can happen when it does. But I need daylight in that back room to connect everything. Trying to use a flashlight, or such, is just not how I like to work on electrical connections. Later.
That helped.
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Actually I did a couple of things. I suspected, having waken that early, that a nap would be in order. I dragged it out until 11:00. Something about not just giving in along with napping at just the right time in the stretch of the day, combined, makes a nap a success. There are various types of failures. If I sleep as soon as I am inclined to nap, I then never feel rested and could further nap longer, completely destroying my schedule. If I nap too late, the nap can turn into a full sleep cycle, again, throwing everything off. That is why I wait, keep it short to include setting an alarm, and try to wake when I rise, whatever it takes. I am finally to the point where a nap at 11:00 will see me to a two hour sleep and an easy wake. It also, usually, vastly improves the rest of my day.
The other thing I noted was that I am cold. My feet, and before I turned up the heat, my hands, and right to my skin and seemingly my bones. Cold. I turned the heat up to 76. And, while that helps a bit, I just can't shake the chill. The sun is out, the curtains open, but not even that is helping all that much, if there is some overcast dimming the sun just a bit. Usually on days like this, though, it is enough. Not today. I don't know if humidity is playing it's part, if my body is just worn down and not circulating blood as well as it could, there is some other medical issue at play, or what. I will be taking a shower in a bit, which might help, especially with the furnace so high. Some days though this old house just IS cold. Certain combinations of temp, wind direction, humidity, barometric pressure, or such combine to steal the heat out of here, I think. I haven't figured it out, yet, exactly... I might have to start taking notes so that I can see if there is something particular to the house or myself which would give me a better understanding of things.
A shower, I think, first. Well, perhaps I will soak the dishes first, then take a shower. After that, and a small rest, I will hook up the ceiling light in the back room, fold the last of the clothes, then do the dishes. And later tonight I would like to boil eggs, and clean up after that, minor as it is, for a clean kitchen start to the week. I should reset my gym bag, as well. Without needing to take my beach towel, and through other considerations and reconsiderations, I finally know what I want in my gym bag. It seems a simple thing, but with various changes in what I want to do, such as swimming and now cycling, some things had to be weighted against others, some things had to find space, and other things simply had to be removed. I have never, to date, had exactly what I wanted and needed when at the gym. Then again, my bag is smaller, I am not the most organized (although I am beginning to question that, leaning more toward the fact that I don't have to energy to organize?), and it has been a very long time since I created kit for various objectives at the gym. The last time I went swimming that was the sum of what I did. The time before that I was still in the Navy.
Swimming, and Mass, tomorrow. A half dozen eggs for afterward. Shopping for a refrigerator light after all that. And then home. My guess is I will be quite done by then. Then to reset for Wednesday, then Friday. I am hoping, at some point, this will become so natural that it will be odd not to do it and perhaps I can get to the point where I can load other work on top of it without risk. I do think, though, that at certain points I may have to take a week off, as my body builds. Perhaps it is because of the heart or because I am so out of shape, but when my body tries to shift up beyond a certain point in growth, there is no way for it to do so. It simply runs out of room for expansion for a while, and becomes exhausted while doing it. I am hoping I can expand how long and how much I can grow before needing that break. But I am sure that was a part of it, and possibly why I began to blank on things, like medicine.
All good. At least I don't think it broke me, this time, for too long anyway. Well, a shower I do believe. Good day.
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Actually I did a couple of things. I suspected, having waken that early, that a nap would be in order. I dragged it out until 11:00. Something about not just giving in along with napping at just the right time in the stretch of the day, combined, makes a nap a success. There are various types of failures. If I sleep as soon as I am inclined to nap, I then never feel rested and could further nap longer, completely destroying my schedule. If I nap too late, the nap can turn into a full sleep cycle, again, throwing everything off. That is why I wait, keep it short to include setting an alarm, and try to wake when I rise, whatever it takes. I am finally to the point where a nap at 11:00 will see me to a two hour sleep and an easy wake. It also, usually, vastly improves the rest of my day.
The other thing I noted was that I am cold. My feet, and before I turned up the heat, my hands, and right to my skin and seemingly my bones. Cold. I turned the heat up to 76. And, while that helps a bit, I just can't shake the chill. The sun is out, the curtains open, but not even that is helping all that much, if there is some overcast dimming the sun just a bit. Usually on days like this, though, it is enough. Not today. I don't know if humidity is playing it's part, if my body is just worn down and not circulating blood as well as it could, there is some other medical issue at play, or what. I will be taking a shower in a bit, which might help, especially with the furnace so high. Some days though this old house just IS cold. Certain combinations of temp, wind direction, humidity, barometric pressure, or such combine to steal the heat out of here, I think. I haven't figured it out, yet, exactly... I might have to start taking notes so that I can see if there is something particular to the house or myself which would give me a better understanding of things.
A shower, I think, first. Well, perhaps I will soak the dishes first, then take a shower. After that, and a small rest, I will hook up the ceiling light in the back room, fold the last of the clothes, then do the dishes. And later tonight I would like to boil eggs, and clean up after that, minor as it is, for a clean kitchen start to the week. I should reset my gym bag, as well. Without needing to take my beach towel, and through other considerations and reconsiderations, I finally know what I want in my gym bag. It seems a simple thing, but with various changes in what I want to do, such as swimming and now cycling, some things had to be weighted against others, some things had to find space, and other things simply had to be removed. I have never, to date, had exactly what I wanted and needed when at the gym. Then again, my bag is smaller, I am not the most organized (although I am beginning to question that, leaning more toward the fact that I don't have to energy to organize?), and it has been a very long time since I created kit for various objectives at the gym. The last time I went swimming that was the sum of what I did. The time before that I was still in the Navy.
Swimming, and Mass, tomorrow. A half dozen eggs for afterward. Shopping for a refrigerator light after all that. And then home. My guess is I will be quite done by then. Then to reset for Wednesday, then Friday. I am hoping, at some point, this will become so natural that it will be odd not to do it and perhaps I can get to the point where I can load other work on top of it without risk. I do think, though, that at certain points I may have to take a week off, as my body builds. Perhaps it is because of the heart or because I am so out of shape, but when my body tries to shift up beyond a certain point in growth, there is no way for it to do so. It simply runs out of room for expansion for a while, and becomes exhausted while doing it. I am hoping I can expand how long and how much I can grow before needing that break. But I am sure that was a part of it, and possibly why I began to blank on things, like medicine.
All good. At least I don't think it broke me, this time, for too long anyway. Well, a shower I do believe. Good day.
Hmm...
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I have been fully back on medicine for several days now and I am still in the throws of something. I am starting to think it has nothing to do with having missed medicine for a few days. It could be winter catching up to me, as I usually slow way down. If so, I am doing well in spite of it, considering. It might just be that the first push of exercise, while it seemed easy enough, really wore me out more than I could tell at first. And maybe the medicines did play a part. I was wondering if the cold had gotten a bit worse, so I added a comforter last night. That may have been part of it, too. I am simply trying to hit anything that might be a problem. Cold usually isn't an issue, unless something else isn't doing well. Perhaps my heart just took a slight tick down in function, for whatever or no reason? Deal with the symptoms if treatment is ongoing, I suppose. I am trying to deal with possible symptoms since I can't... feel... sense... any problems for sure. Oh, and I best continue to figure out a few meals each day... which requires dishes to be done. Ugh!
It is a rough morning, but at least it is morning, as I would define it. Getting to sleep was not easy and I couldn't sleep until after 23:00. I was up just after 5:30 though. This is a very good thing. I have found that if I can get up earlier, bedtime fixes itself, a bit. I don't know what I can get to today, if I am hoping to knock out the dishes, wire the fixture, and change some bulbs that have died. The refrigerator light replacement will require a trip to town, which gives me an added reason to get out tomorrow. It is Sunday, right? Bleh. I may have to push to do these things, but... that's fine. My body does ache a bit, I am out of sorts, and I simply don't feel well. All good reasons to get back on the proverbial horse.
The girls are already begging to be fed, but that isn't going to happen this early. If I feed them too early, then by late afternoon they are clambering for a fourth meal. Sassy is getting too fat, even on three meals, so this next week she is going to have to be cut back. Sam finally has some meat on her bones, a bit, so I hate to do it. But then, it is almost unnatural for her to look, to my eyes, flush. Of course, I am almost thinking she is, perhaps, a little too flush herself. Mousing in the spring will fix that, for sure. She definitely loves her mice.
Good morning and later.
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I have been fully back on medicine for several days now and I am still in the throws of something. I am starting to think it has nothing to do with having missed medicine for a few days. It could be winter catching up to me, as I usually slow way down. If so, I am doing well in spite of it, considering. It might just be that the first push of exercise, while it seemed easy enough, really wore me out more than I could tell at first. And maybe the medicines did play a part. I was wondering if the cold had gotten a bit worse, so I added a comforter last night. That may have been part of it, too. I am simply trying to hit anything that might be a problem. Cold usually isn't an issue, unless something else isn't doing well. Perhaps my heart just took a slight tick down in function, for whatever or no reason? Deal with the symptoms if treatment is ongoing, I suppose. I am trying to deal with possible symptoms since I can't... feel... sense... any problems for sure. Oh, and I best continue to figure out a few meals each day... which requires dishes to be done. Ugh!
It is a rough morning, but at least it is morning, as I would define it. Getting to sleep was not easy and I couldn't sleep until after 23:00. I was up just after 5:30 though. This is a very good thing. I have found that if I can get up earlier, bedtime fixes itself, a bit. I don't know what I can get to today, if I am hoping to knock out the dishes, wire the fixture, and change some bulbs that have died. The refrigerator light replacement will require a trip to town, which gives me an added reason to get out tomorrow. It is Sunday, right? Bleh. I may have to push to do these things, but... that's fine. My body does ache a bit, I am out of sorts, and I simply don't feel well. All good reasons to get back on the proverbial horse.
The girls are already begging to be fed, but that isn't going to happen this early. If I feed them too early, then by late afternoon they are clambering for a fourth meal. Sassy is getting too fat, even on three meals, so this next week she is going to have to be cut back. Sam finally has some meat on her bones, a bit, so I hate to do it. But then, it is almost unnatural for her to look, to my eyes, flush. Of course, I am almost thinking she is, perhaps, a little too flush herself. Mousing in the spring will fix that, for sure. She definitely loves her mice.
Good morning and later.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
A few thoughs.
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I keep seeing or hearing about guys having troubles with women. And, while that will always be the case, I think some of the problems are not about women at all. One fellow complained that women were too picky. He could meet, and date, and even bed, women, beautiful women. But he couldn't seem to keep them. His one example, that I saw, was that he was checked off the list for not being an ice skater. Really, guy? Ice skating? And you believed her? Really? Look, in this case, the guy was dealing with women who enjoyed the romance, the sex to whatever degree, and the breaking up after. Don't sleep with a woman if you are looking for a long term thing. I also think he has some real issues that have nothing to do with women being picky. Seriously, ice skating? I knew that way back, if there were a few times I squirreled my way around that. It was part and parcel, it was built into what I was doing, it was part of the schtick. Some guys just don't get it. Sure, it can, and has, worked out. But I think things have changed, even in my time. There is a whole subset of 'dating' women out there. I call them Maggy Mays, whatever their age. They are distractions, and destructive for men who want a family. But it is the man's choice, it's not like he is getting raped and dumped or something. Grow a pair and man up or accept the consequences. Or lie to yourself, but don't expect me to believe it, or offer you any sympathy whatsoever.
The other problem I see with guys is the want of not a woman, but all of them. Perhaps not literally, but many guys want to have women just be available, any woman, any time. It never works that way, ever, for anyone. Politicians, movie stars, rich guys, mobsters, no one has that key or access. The closest you could get would be to become a drug dealer. Addicts are, pretty much, available in exchange for their preferred poison. If those are women you would, if you weren't in a wretched "trade", never consider speaking with on a social basis, let alone sleeping with. That is it. Everyone else, like with money, fame, power, or simply having a good simple humble life has to work for a woman's attention. There are shortcuts, which usually don't pan out. Yeah, that seven, or twelve, or twenty year itch really is a bother, too, I am... almost certain. But having to dance the same tired dance, over and over, to diminishing returns, is more of a bother. Finding a good woman, in the first place, as you get older, is even trickier. If you have a nag, keep her. If you don't, like me, shut up and get busy. Although, some learning at any age isn't bad to... improve the quality of the relationship.
Today has been slow and rough. I did get some food down, and that did help. But dishes just backed up a bit more and I can't seem to get to them. Nothing else happened, either. Tired. I am going to try to shove something through tomorrow, in the hopes it will ramp me for Monday and Mass and swimming. I have no idea how to dig out, never do, so it is just trial and error, as usual.
Well, there is one thing that continues. I continue to read. I have finally started to attempt to not pronounce the words while I am reading. That was a bit of a trick at first, but seems almost second nature now... almost. Now, this does speed up reading, but it can also cause one to stumble, especially the way the book I am reading was written and the use of obscure or technical wording or grammar. There is a trick to speed reading, I am working on the first part of it. Another trick is, even when those things are accounted for, one can read themselves right past understanding. At least here at the beginning. I can definitely, now, read faster than I can understand some material even when I get the words. So, finding the right pace until my mind can focus fast enough is just a trial and error thing. It will take time. But what better place to begin speed reading training then on a thick dense book? The rest should be... simpler.
The section I am covering, currently, regards prayer and various aspects of it. From praying to saints to who should pray, even various bits on how, or how best, to pray. Most of this is rather known to me, in the basics. Within Catholicism, for example, while we don't pray TO saints, we do pray that they pray for us to God. We request their intercession on our behalf. I would, in militaristic terms, call saints... prayer multipliers. They have no means of intercession, directly, themselves, but they can add to the volume of our prayers. What I am enjoying, a bit, is seeing the doubts on these things and how they are dealt with.
Remember, St. Thomas lived from 1225(?) to 1274. That is right between the life of Christ and our time, give or take. Upon his work, and a few of the other early saints, much of my Church has been built. I would even guess some, possibly much, of Protestantism uses him as a root. I think here, when I say Church, I mean what we call the Magisterium, separate in a way from the building and the people, of cloth or otherwise, and yet inextricably a part of those things and people, too. Some might equate the Magisterium to tradition, and that would be close enough generally, I think. Most of this information, in some way or another, I have found elsewhere, if this book and this author are actual roots. Long before I was Catholic I must have read St. Thomas or non-Catholic writers who used his material. I know aspects of it are covered in the Catholic catechism, too. I am somewhat amazed to be mostly tracking though, and with a decent understanding of why, even having suggested some of the why-nots when... debating the Church and God before accepting. The esoteric arguments, well, I wouldn't expect to track. And, sometimes I just disagreed and came up with reasons, to stay more engaged and to play the devil's advocate, than because I honestly thought differently. (By the way, when I suggested St. Augustine seemed to track better when I disagreed, understand that St. Augustine probably didn't disagree... often the seeming discrepancy was due to an incomplete reading of something he wrote or said or a misunderstanding of his work, which St. Thomas went on to cover. So, it wasn't a saint war.)
I am a little past halfway through the book. Will I know more? Yes, I think I will. For my person. Will I remember much of it? More that I will have my beliefs bolstered, some possibly changed, I think, than that I will be able to do a Vatican or even collegiate debate on such issues. More, hopefully I will be better prepared to tackle the whole of Summa Theologica, though. Hey, it's been on my book list for... a very long time. Then to some of St. Augustine's works, and then to Papal papers, books, and such. I have heard Humanae Vitae is worth the read, and Pope Benedict XVI has interesting material out. Plus some particular Papal Papers are of particular interest, through the ages. One could get lost in that bookstore.
Of course, other reading will be interspersed. I am not fit to be a monk, let alone a priest. And, really, my studies are somewhat selfish. Though is curiosity about God truly selfish? Hmm, I guess I will take that back. Still, my function of it is limited. Reading these materials is more akin to praying than to... merely reading as other books or manuals might be. And, I suppose, the bible is probably more to be read, though it is usually the bible being discussed, and used to make fine points, so... Anyway.
Bedtime, I do believe. At least I will give it a shot. Good night.
.
I keep seeing or hearing about guys having troubles with women. And, while that will always be the case, I think some of the problems are not about women at all. One fellow complained that women were too picky. He could meet, and date, and even bed, women, beautiful women. But he couldn't seem to keep them. His one example, that I saw, was that he was checked off the list for not being an ice skater. Really, guy? Ice skating? And you believed her? Really? Look, in this case, the guy was dealing with women who enjoyed the romance, the sex to whatever degree, and the breaking up after. Don't sleep with a woman if you are looking for a long term thing. I also think he has some real issues that have nothing to do with women being picky. Seriously, ice skating? I knew that way back, if there were a few times I squirreled my way around that. It was part and parcel, it was built into what I was doing, it was part of the schtick. Some guys just don't get it. Sure, it can, and has, worked out. But I think things have changed, even in my time. There is a whole subset of 'dating' women out there. I call them Maggy Mays, whatever their age. They are distractions, and destructive for men who want a family. But it is the man's choice, it's not like he is getting raped and dumped or something. Grow a pair and man up or accept the consequences. Or lie to yourself, but don't expect me to believe it, or offer you any sympathy whatsoever.
The other problem I see with guys is the want of not a woman, but all of them. Perhaps not literally, but many guys want to have women just be available, any woman, any time. It never works that way, ever, for anyone. Politicians, movie stars, rich guys, mobsters, no one has that key or access. The closest you could get would be to become a drug dealer. Addicts are, pretty much, available in exchange for their preferred poison. If those are women you would, if you weren't in a wretched "trade", never consider speaking with on a social basis, let alone sleeping with. That is it. Everyone else, like with money, fame, power, or simply having a good simple humble life has to work for a woman's attention. There are shortcuts, which usually don't pan out. Yeah, that seven, or twelve, or twenty year itch really is a bother, too, I am... almost certain. But having to dance the same tired dance, over and over, to diminishing returns, is more of a bother. Finding a good woman, in the first place, as you get older, is even trickier. If you have a nag, keep her. If you don't, like me, shut up and get busy. Although, some learning at any age isn't bad to... improve the quality of the relationship.
Today has been slow and rough. I did get some food down, and that did help. But dishes just backed up a bit more and I can't seem to get to them. Nothing else happened, either. Tired. I am going to try to shove something through tomorrow, in the hopes it will ramp me for Monday and Mass and swimming. I have no idea how to dig out, never do, so it is just trial and error, as usual.
Well, there is one thing that continues. I continue to read. I have finally started to attempt to not pronounce the words while I am reading. That was a bit of a trick at first, but seems almost second nature now... almost. Now, this does speed up reading, but it can also cause one to stumble, especially the way the book I am reading was written and the use of obscure or technical wording or grammar. There is a trick to speed reading, I am working on the first part of it. Another trick is, even when those things are accounted for, one can read themselves right past understanding. At least here at the beginning. I can definitely, now, read faster than I can understand some material even when I get the words. So, finding the right pace until my mind can focus fast enough is just a trial and error thing. It will take time. But what better place to begin speed reading training then on a thick dense book? The rest should be... simpler.
The section I am covering, currently, regards prayer and various aspects of it. From praying to saints to who should pray, even various bits on how, or how best, to pray. Most of this is rather known to me, in the basics. Within Catholicism, for example, while we don't pray TO saints, we do pray that they pray for us to God. We request their intercession on our behalf. I would, in militaristic terms, call saints... prayer multipliers. They have no means of intercession, directly, themselves, but they can add to the volume of our prayers. What I am enjoying, a bit, is seeing the doubts on these things and how they are dealt with.
Remember, St. Thomas lived from 1225(?) to 1274. That is right between the life of Christ and our time, give or take. Upon his work, and a few of the other early saints, much of my Church has been built. I would even guess some, possibly much, of Protestantism uses him as a root. I think here, when I say Church, I mean what we call the Magisterium, separate in a way from the building and the people, of cloth or otherwise, and yet inextricably a part of those things and people, too. Some might equate the Magisterium to tradition, and that would be close enough generally, I think. Most of this information, in some way or another, I have found elsewhere, if this book and this author are actual roots. Long before I was Catholic I must have read St. Thomas or non-Catholic writers who used his material. I know aspects of it are covered in the Catholic catechism, too. I am somewhat amazed to be mostly tracking though, and with a decent understanding of why, even having suggested some of the why-nots when... debating the Church and God before accepting. The esoteric arguments, well, I wouldn't expect to track. And, sometimes I just disagreed and came up with reasons, to stay more engaged and to play the devil's advocate, than because I honestly thought differently. (By the way, when I suggested St. Augustine seemed to track better when I disagreed, understand that St. Augustine probably didn't disagree... often the seeming discrepancy was due to an incomplete reading of something he wrote or said or a misunderstanding of his work, which St. Thomas went on to cover. So, it wasn't a saint war.)
I am a little past halfway through the book. Will I know more? Yes, I think I will. For my person. Will I remember much of it? More that I will have my beliefs bolstered, some possibly changed, I think, than that I will be able to do a Vatican or even collegiate debate on such issues. More, hopefully I will be better prepared to tackle the whole of Summa Theologica, though. Hey, it's been on my book list for... a very long time. Then to some of St. Augustine's works, and then to Papal papers, books, and such. I have heard Humanae Vitae is worth the read, and Pope Benedict XVI has interesting material out. Plus some particular Papal Papers are of particular interest, through the ages. One could get lost in that bookstore.
Of course, other reading will be interspersed. I am not fit to be a monk, let alone a priest. And, really, my studies are somewhat selfish. Though is curiosity about God truly selfish? Hmm, I guess I will take that back. Still, my function of it is limited. Reading these materials is more akin to praying than to... merely reading as other books or manuals might be. And, I suppose, the bible is probably more to be read, though it is usually the bible being discussed, and used to make fine points, so... Anyway.
Bedtime, I do believe. At least I will give it a shot. Good night.
I haven't quit, mind you.
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It's been a rough week. I can't tell you, for sure, what the problem is or has been. I know that I am barely keeping awake, getting to work, play, and exercise, has been very difficult. My schedule is taking a hit too. I had to back off, I simply didn't have a choice.
I won't quit though. Medicine is back on track. And I am working with my schedule in an attempt to salvage it. I have looked at the swimming times chart, which allows for some serious fluctuation if necessary though too. The goals are being pared to the most basic levels, with the hope that if I can keep to it I will pick up extra momentum and do a bit more. I knew I was ill before I started this, I knew my history, I knew it not only could, but would fail. The only question is how quickly can I get back up? My real planned goal is to be back in the pool on Monday. Further, to include getting to Mass if that is at all possible. All other considerations are swept aside. The same goes for Wednesday and Friday. Actually, everything else is a secondary.
Mass, for obvious reasons, needs to happen when I literally can. Swimming, while corporeal, is what I believe will actually allow me a chance to regain some health. Medicine, as I see it, is a band-aid, splint, or cast. It fixes nothing, and I don't think it was ever supposed to be a cure, for most things, but certainly for the heart. I see it as a means to get me back to health. Exercise is the only way to really attempt to fix the heart. Now, with so much time as an untreated problem, I am not sure exercise will offer a cure either, completely. I am almost certain, however, that if there is a cure, even if it is just a partial one, I will find it in the pool.
I did a bit of research regarding boiled eggs. Now, I have personally used them after longer than is recommended, I have read that they last five days to a week, when the shell is left on the egg. First, though, shelling cold eggs is not a very successful task. I prefer to shell them as soon as they are cool enough to handle, after cooking. And, as I have said, I have used older boiled eggs before. Still, boiling eggs on Sunday, for use Monday and Wednesday, seems to be my plan. Which gives me Friday as a good holiday. I had forgotten to buy eggs this last week. How fortunate, though, my neighbors brought some over! Keeping up on things is easier with a boost once in a while. Thank you much!
Hmm, I suppose I could get the light wired, the last of the clothes folded, and do the dishes this weekend though? Later.
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It's been a rough week. I can't tell you, for sure, what the problem is or has been. I know that I am barely keeping awake, getting to work, play, and exercise, has been very difficult. My schedule is taking a hit too. I had to back off, I simply didn't have a choice.
I won't quit though. Medicine is back on track. And I am working with my schedule in an attempt to salvage it. I have looked at the swimming times chart, which allows for some serious fluctuation if necessary though too. The goals are being pared to the most basic levels, with the hope that if I can keep to it I will pick up extra momentum and do a bit more. I knew I was ill before I started this, I knew my history, I knew it not only could, but would fail. The only question is how quickly can I get back up? My real planned goal is to be back in the pool on Monday. Further, to include getting to Mass if that is at all possible. All other considerations are swept aside. The same goes for Wednesday and Friday. Actually, everything else is a secondary.
Mass, for obvious reasons, needs to happen when I literally can. Swimming, while corporeal, is what I believe will actually allow me a chance to regain some health. Medicine, as I see it, is a band-aid, splint, or cast. It fixes nothing, and I don't think it was ever supposed to be a cure, for most things, but certainly for the heart. I see it as a means to get me back to health. Exercise is the only way to really attempt to fix the heart. Now, with so much time as an untreated problem, I am not sure exercise will offer a cure either, completely. I am almost certain, however, that if there is a cure, even if it is just a partial one, I will find it in the pool.
I did a bit of research regarding boiled eggs. Now, I have personally used them after longer than is recommended, I have read that they last five days to a week, when the shell is left on the egg. First, though, shelling cold eggs is not a very successful task. I prefer to shell them as soon as they are cool enough to handle, after cooking. And, as I have said, I have used older boiled eggs before. Still, boiling eggs on Sunday, for use Monday and Wednesday, seems to be my plan. Which gives me Friday as a good holiday. I had forgotten to buy eggs this last week. How fortunate, though, my neighbors brought some over! Keeping up on things is easier with a boost once in a while. Thank you much!
Hmm, I suppose I could get the light wired, the last of the clothes folded, and do the dishes this weekend though? Later.
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