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Planting was done, and a leisurely day was had. I figured out watering this evening, as well. Shortly before that, mother decided it was time for a haircut. I like to spike it, sometimes. But I wanted it as long as possible. Sometimes I can spike it rather long, but I haven't been doing so for a long time. I guess my hair lost it's training, or something. All I know is, while I begged her to save as much hair as possible, much of it had to be cut. Even now, it the length is pushing my ability to spike it. *shrug* I'll see what I can do with it this week. I might have to ask her to cut it just a bit more.
I may just figure out watering both the lawn and the garden myself. I should have watered the lawn tonight but that just didn't get done. I will be buying another multi-hose adapter. I had one once, but it is gone. As well, I will be buying (another) spray nozzle for the hose. Don't know where they went, need them. That way, with the splitter, I could have watered the garden while I was watering the lawn. Along with those things my mother suggests buying a fertilizer attachment, and rubbers for the hoses... leaky she says. That should work well enough.
Tomorrow is dedicated to the water heater, and toilet if I get that far. She says this, the computer room, is what she will be hitting. Okies, dokies. Midnight? Weird. Good night.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Can't nap, can't work.
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No huge worries. Sleep just isn't possible. I have tried to cool down for it. I then turned the ac on for a bit. Temp isn't the problem. And yet I can't get to work, either. I just don't have enough going. I am sure, by this evening, I will be able to help with the garden. One last grouping of peppers to go in. I don't really agree with how things were put in, but I'll know more after this summer. I will know if it works, or at least have real experience upon which to base my future plans. As is, I am doing a bit to guide the thing. I don't want the peppers to crosspollinate. She simply doesn't get that, usually only growing one type of pepper at a time herself.
Some of the plants, I can tell, won't make it. I do have backups, and I will give those some time to get even stronger and bigger than what went in today. I can't believe how much the plants, indoors, have shot up just in the last day or two. They seem to do that for no good reason, from time to time. Some of them are bigger, now, than what was put out. What was put out were in a box, overnight, so didn't get direct sun this morning. And they didn't have as much access to water, so didn't seem to grow. Well, and the nights are cooler out there. Crazy. Oh, but next year I will probably plant my tomatoes a lot earlier and my peppers a bit earlier. February might really be the time to try, for the tomatoes. I am thinking mid-March, for sure, on the peppers. But I will need two more light fixtures. Start them with full spectrum, then when they top out get heat lights on them... Not hot, just... some warmth, something the full spectrum 'bulbs' don't offer. Oh, I'll get this figured and nailed in another year or two, taking what I can for fruit and seed along the way.
One thing irritating about my mother is that she lives on the television. When she is on the computer she still wants the tv on. All the time. I can, and do, turn everything off and go do stuff, noiselessly, and often. Further, I hate the tube. Television is made for idiots. It makes people stupider. You could read a whole hour program in minutes, max, without the annoyance of commercials. Even then you wouldn't learn enough to make the read worth the time. Most of the crime stuff my mother watches is based on stupid criminals who are easy to catch. She prefers "love murderers". Stuff people shouldn't stick their noses into. Bleh. Did I mention that I truly hate television? I will be shutting cable off until she returns. A waste of money and time.
A couple hours of ac seems to, along with the stone, keep the cave cool. Not cold, just cool enough to survive, or really thrive, and comfortably. I notice my mother, today, didn't open the living room curtain. She'll learn. The light is not worth the heat. Further, the light makes the television hard to see. I didn't bother telling her. With her, telling her won't make sense until she is too hot and her eyes are red/neck sore - from trying to deal with an open curtain making the television difficult to see. Not that she won't do it in the future, but like I said, some things you just can't tell her. She will be here for about another week, then I can go back to normal cave trim, and quiet!
Oh, I listen to my music, but on the lower settings, and just, maybe, for a few hours a day. Still listening to "Veteran of Psychic Wars", "Bullet Proof", and the thing on War... Yeah, something is going on. People are dying and preparing to kill and die. I should check my popcorn supplies... for now. Well, and bone up a bit on some things. Don't negotiate, you will just be dead with no comfort of having given them a second thought the next guy they try to jack... and probably leaving no evidence that you were wiped... don't... not even a bit. Win, lose, draw, do it right. We have a rogue, full out, criminal, federal government. Of course, liberals are pleased that Holder is right on that case.
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No huge worries. Sleep just isn't possible. I have tried to cool down for it. I then turned the ac on for a bit. Temp isn't the problem. And yet I can't get to work, either. I just don't have enough going. I am sure, by this evening, I will be able to help with the garden. One last grouping of peppers to go in. I don't really agree with how things were put in, but I'll know more after this summer. I will know if it works, or at least have real experience upon which to base my future plans. As is, I am doing a bit to guide the thing. I don't want the peppers to crosspollinate. She simply doesn't get that, usually only growing one type of pepper at a time herself.
Some of the plants, I can tell, won't make it. I do have backups, and I will give those some time to get even stronger and bigger than what went in today. I can't believe how much the plants, indoors, have shot up just in the last day or two. They seem to do that for no good reason, from time to time. Some of them are bigger, now, than what was put out. What was put out were in a box, overnight, so didn't get direct sun this morning. And they didn't have as much access to water, so didn't seem to grow. Well, and the nights are cooler out there. Crazy. Oh, but next year I will probably plant my tomatoes a lot earlier and my peppers a bit earlier. February might really be the time to try, for the tomatoes. I am thinking mid-March, for sure, on the peppers. But I will need two more light fixtures. Start them with full spectrum, then when they top out get heat lights on them... Not hot, just... some warmth, something the full spectrum 'bulbs' don't offer. Oh, I'll get this figured and nailed in another year or two, taking what I can for fruit and seed along the way.
One thing irritating about my mother is that she lives on the television. When she is on the computer she still wants the tv on. All the time. I can, and do, turn everything off and go do stuff, noiselessly, and often. Further, I hate the tube. Television is made for idiots. It makes people stupider. You could read a whole hour program in minutes, max, without the annoyance of commercials. Even then you wouldn't learn enough to make the read worth the time. Most of the crime stuff my mother watches is based on stupid criminals who are easy to catch. She prefers "love murderers". Stuff people shouldn't stick their noses into. Bleh. Did I mention that I truly hate television? I will be shutting cable off until she returns. A waste of money and time.
A couple hours of ac seems to, along with the stone, keep the cave cool. Not cold, just cool enough to survive, or really thrive, and comfortably. I notice my mother, today, didn't open the living room curtain. She'll learn. The light is not worth the heat. Further, the light makes the television hard to see. I didn't bother telling her. With her, telling her won't make sense until she is too hot and her eyes are red/neck sore - from trying to deal with an open curtain making the television difficult to see. Not that she won't do it in the future, but like I said, some things you just can't tell her. She will be here for about another week, then I can go back to normal cave trim, and quiet!
Oh, I listen to my music, but on the lower settings, and just, maybe, for a few hours a day. Still listening to "Veteran of Psychic Wars", "Bullet Proof", and the thing on War... Yeah, something is going on. People are dying and preparing to kill and die. I should check my popcorn supplies... for now. Well, and bone up a bit on some things. Don't negotiate, you will just be dead with no comfort of having given them a second thought the next guy they try to jack... and probably leaving no evidence that you were wiped... don't... not even a bit. Win, lose, draw, do it right. We have a rogue, full out, criminal, federal government. Of course, liberals are pleased that Holder is right on that case.
Cooked!
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Okay, that... of course... took longer than I thought it would. We got twelve peppers and ten tomato plants in, plus I chopped down four or five huge thistle 'trees'. I wore gloves, long pants and sleeves, and put sun screen on underneath, plus on all showing skin. My mother, finally, knew when I had enough. She did talk me into the chopping, but since I am trying to push anyway, a bit, it was no biggy on my side. I think she finally understands something. My pseudonym has more reason than just size similarity. When I mentioned it, her eyes flickered with recognition. Red indeed. It'll pass, in time. It isn't a sun burn or such. It's just... something. It's been that way since I was a kid though, if perhaps more potent with the heart and bp? Dunno, exactly. Oh, and I did help with the huge planter I have by the patio area, a bit. She did most of the planting there, arranging this and that. Water it, she said. Fine. But I'm still going to see if any of it is... edible.
Not a bad day, so far. Two hours of work in, most of the garden planted. I still have to wait a bit for the habanero to get a bit bigger, and to separate those and the jalapeno... The last dozen or so peppers will go in tonight, when it cools, as the sun is going down. And, if I can get to it, more work on the water heater. The ac is running. A couple hours from noon to 14:00 should get me back in shape. If need be, a nap too. Lunch is on the way. Leftovers, but goulash, so I can live with that. Cooked, for the moment, myself.
She put out the preen, told me what I need to add fertilizer and we put that on the list, and things are coming together for a decent garden. I'll be doing some of the planting myself, probably in the evening though. I'm not quite up to blazing sun. Then again, it wouldn't be a bad thing to... push on that, in prep for BMan. It is probably more humid here, and now at least. That won't be there. Oh, water. I really need to get a metal canteen and get going on finding what I can use to hydrate. A teaspoon per gallon, or quart, or Gatorade or other flavoring... but just enough for a slight flavoring. Mostly just water, if I can get to it.
Later.
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Okay, that... of course... took longer than I thought it would. We got twelve peppers and ten tomato plants in, plus I chopped down four or five huge thistle 'trees'. I wore gloves, long pants and sleeves, and put sun screen on underneath, plus on all showing skin. My mother, finally, knew when I had enough. She did talk me into the chopping, but since I am trying to push anyway, a bit, it was no biggy on my side. I think she finally understands something. My pseudonym has more reason than just size similarity. When I mentioned it, her eyes flickered with recognition. Red indeed. It'll pass, in time. It isn't a sun burn or such. It's just... something. It's been that way since I was a kid though, if perhaps more potent with the heart and bp? Dunno, exactly. Oh, and I did help with the huge planter I have by the patio area, a bit. She did most of the planting there, arranging this and that. Water it, she said. Fine. But I'm still going to see if any of it is... edible.
Not a bad day, so far. Two hours of work in, most of the garden planted. I still have to wait a bit for the habanero to get a bit bigger, and to separate those and the jalapeno... The last dozen or so peppers will go in tonight, when it cools, as the sun is going down. And, if I can get to it, more work on the water heater. The ac is running. A couple hours from noon to 14:00 should get me back in shape. If need be, a nap too. Lunch is on the way. Leftovers, but goulash, so I can live with that. Cooked, for the moment, myself.
She put out the preen, told me what I need to add fertilizer and we put that on the list, and things are coming together for a decent garden. I'll be doing some of the planting myself, probably in the evening though. I'm not quite up to blazing sun. Then again, it wouldn't be a bad thing to... push on that, in prep for BMan. It is probably more humid here, and now at least. That won't be there. Oh, water. I really need to get a metal canteen and get going on finding what I can use to hydrate. A teaspoon per gallon, or quart, or Gatorade or other flavoring... but just enough for a slight flavoring. Mostly just water, if I can get to it.
Later.
Up, at a resonable hour.
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Oh, strawberry and fresh rhubarb pie, from my patch! The rhubarb anyway. Yeah, diabetes... shut up. Like I eat much sugar my whole existence otherwise. Blood sugar, after the pie, was 222. It sounds like my doctor is set to preach the sermon on that when I go it. It seemed I would be talking to the nurse, but that got changed. My A1C must be high, or something. I suppose I'll have to come clean that I had to cut metfornan, or whatever. I couldn't handle both med-additions, wasn't sure which was the problem, so cut the 'met' since hbp/heart is the main, primary, most serious concern. Triage, baby. And that did work. I was able to kick a leg out and get to my feet after that and a bit of time. I won't risk going back on it with so much still on my plate. Once the bathroom is set, the trees are trimmed, and my mother is safely on her way, I may give that another go. It's as good as I can do. I simply, being alone, cannot afford to go down.
By the way, this work with my mother, once I put my foot down on some things, isn't busting my chops. I shouldn't even need a break when she goes. I will keep going on other projects hereabouts. There will be enough to do to keep me busy for a while. Tossing in hikes to the reservoir should empty the batteries, to top things off. Things that don't cost money, because I just don't have that much money. But I do have a chainsaw, sawsall, drills, other tools, some supplies, bits and pieces, some ideas, and such. Something odd about my water delivery system. The sink is soft water, so my mother says, but the shower isn't? I've been adding hardness levels to the programming, but that hasn't seemed to help. Just stepping it up though. Not sure, perhaps hands are more sensitive to soft water? And I'll like to get the sink to a full flow again. It's not terrible, it just isn't tops/normal.
This morning, starting out in the garden then moving to the water heater when done. I'll get the hose(s) out there, plants, but first I'll put on something to keep me from crisping. That sun will just cook me without full cover clothing and/or sunscreen. I'll get to try that new stuff I bought. I best get going before she has another tantrum. "You don't love me, and you hate me, and you use me, and...". It was two minutes, mom. Hehehehe She can be seriously melodramatic. Later.
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Oh, strawberry and fresh rhubarb pie, from my patch! The rhubarb anyway. Yeah, diabetes... shut up. Like I eat much sugar my whole existence otherwise. Blood sugar, after the pie, was 222. It sounds like my doctor is set to preach the sermon on that when I go it. It seemed I would be talking to the nurse, but that got changed. My A1C must be high, or something. I suppose I'll have to come clean that I had to cut metfornan, or whatever. I couldn't handle both med-additions, wasn't sure which was the problem, so cut the 'met' since hbp/heart is the main, primary, most serious concern. Triage, baby. And that did work. I was able to kick a leg out and get to my feet after that and a bit of time. I won't risk going back on it with so much still on my plate. Once the bathroom is set, the trees are trimmed, and my mother is safely on her way, I may give that another go. It's as good as I can do. I simply, being alone, cannot afford to go down.
By the way, this work with my mother, once I put my foot down on some things, isn't busting my chops. I shouldn't even need a break when she goes. I will keep going on other projects hereabouts. There will be enough to do to keep me busy for a while. Tossing in hikes to the reservoir should empty the batteries, to top things off. Things that don't cost money, because I just don't have that much money. But I do have a chainsaw, sawsall, drills, other tools, some supplies, bits and pieces, some ideas, and such. Something odd about my water delivery system. The sink is soft water, so my mother says, but the shower isn't? I've been adding hardness levels to the programming, but that hasn't seemed to help. Just stepping it up though. Not sure, perhaps hands are more sensitive to soft water? And I'll like to get the sink to a full flow again. It's not terrible, it just isn't tops/normal.
This morning, starting out in the garden then moving to the water heater when done. I'll get the hose(s) out there, plants, but first I'll put on something to keep me from crisping. That sun will just cook me without full cover clothing and/or sunscreen. I'll get to try that new stuff I bought. I best get going before she has another tantrum. "You don't love me, and you hate me, and you use me, and...". It was two minutes, mom. Hehehehe She can be seriously melodramatic. Later.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Mass, flowers, parts, and dinner.
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No, I didn't make it to reconciliation. I thought I could cut through to big box, do an exchange, and pick up the parts I needed. Between cutting it a bit tight and having technical problems, the whole affair simply took too long. The goal is to be to Church a bit earlier next Saturday. As such, though we made it to Mass I did not partake of Eucharist. Ah, but if I remember rightly, we didn't even make it to Mass last time she was here. Perhaps we will make two this time.
After Church, a bit of shopping. Flowers, she wanted larger tomatoes, which... fine... but only heirloom. She doesn't get that and I don't care. My garden, my way. Then just a bunch of other stuff, some food, some garden, and... Tomorrow morning, so I hear, she wants the garden put in. She is getting bored, she says. Hmm... I thought she was working to much, or didn't want to work? What, precisely, does she think a vacation, without work, will be here? I'm not taking here driving all over the state. Gas and lodging is simply too expensive. She has to think about some things. Besides, we only spent three days cleaning, and it was more at my pace than hers. Bleh... I think she was just seeing if I would put my foot down, and I did. Do mothers do the shit-test thing? Wouldn't surprise me. Women are women, and some of their thinking doesn't require "romance", just a dominant male? Gotta test. Mother's probably beginning teaching that sort of thing, just through their natural inclinations from a young age?
Never mind. Things are ordered. I have put limits on what I will and will not help with. No more make-a-job crap, and other than a specific planter, no flowers. Not my thing, not right now for sure. If you can't eat it I really don't like mucking with it. Save for houseplants, if I have found that they won't make it in here. The places that get sun are too cold, and the other places are too dark. I suppose I could try to create a minor, indoor, heat-assisted green house. But that sort of destroys the notion of a houseplant. I may have to look for ideas on how, around here, to help houseplants in my sort of situation.
Best get to bed before too long. Good night.
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No, I didn't make it to reconciliation. I thought I could cut through to big box, do an exchange, and pick up the parts I needed. Between cutting it a bit tight and having technical problems, the whole affair simply took too long. The goal is to be to Church a bit earlier next Saturday. As such, though we made it to Mass I did not partake of Eucharist. Ah, but if I remember rightly, we didn't even make it to Mass last time she was here. Perhaps we will make two this time.
After Church, a bit of shopping. Flowers, she wanted larger tomatoes, which... fine... but only heirloom. She doesn't get that and I don't care. My garden, my way. Then just a bunch of other stuff, some food, some garden, and... Tomorrow morning, so I hear, she wants the garden put in. She is getting bored, she says. Hmm... I thought she was working to much, or didn't want to work? What, precisely, does she think a vacation, without work, will be here? I'm not taking here driving all over the state. Gas and lodging is simply too expensive. She has to think about some things. Besides, we only spent three days cleaning, and it was more at my pace than hers. Bleh... I think she was just seeing if I would put my foot down, and I did. Do mothers do the shit-test thing? Wouldn't surprise me. Women are women, and some of their thinking doesn't require "romance", just a dominant male? Gotta test. Mother's probably beginning teaching that sort of thing, just through their natural inclinations from a young age?
Never mind. Things are ordered. I have put limits on what I will and will not help with. No more make-a-job crap, and other than a specific planter, no flowers. Not my thing, not right now for sure. If you can't eat it I really don't like mucking with it. Save for houseplants, if I have found that they won't make it in here. The places that get sun are too cold, and the other places are too dark. I suppose I could try to create a minor, indoor, heat-assisted green house. But that sort of destroys the notion of a houseplant. I may have to look for ideas on how, around here, to help houseplants in my sort of situation.
Best get to bed before too long. Good night.
She caught me. She ALWAYS catches me.
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I was just tinkering in the kitchen, setting up to fry sausage burgers for breakfast. I was being as sneaky as I could be, to surprise her. The smell would bring her around, I was sure of it. A few clinks, as I put away a pan or two, and... "Gare;ewlekr klajke". Huh? Would you cook some sausage? Gah! Although I think it makes her happy when I'm already doing what she wanted. Makes her girl mind smile or something. Oh, I've tried to be sneaky with her since I was very small. Other than being able to spook her by just standing there, and disappearing from time to time, she was often able to just know. Christmas, sometimes, just sucks with her. At least, unlike Luke, my parent couldn't sense all my presents. :p And I did learn to... keep secrets... mostly. She does have a nosy, busy, mind though.
Well... On to lunch. I sliced a few onions, will put some cheese to melt on half of them, and... toast at least my bread, perhaps with mayonnaise as well. Later.
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I was just tinkering in the kitchen, setting up to fry sausage burgers for breakfast. I was being as sneaky as I could be, to surprise her. The smell would bring her around, I was sure of it. A few clinks, as I put away a pan or two, and... "Gare;ewlekr klajke". Huh? Would you cook some sausage? Gah! Although I think it makes her happy when I'm already doing what she wanted. Makes her girl mind smile or something. Oh, I've tried to be sneaky with her since I was very small. Other than being able to spook her by just standing there, and disappearing from time to time, she was often able to just know. Christmas, sometimes, just sucks with her. At least, unlike Luke, my parent couldn't sense all my presents. :p And I did learn to... keep secrets... mostly. She does have a nosy, busy, mind though.
Well... On to lunch. I sliced a few onions, will put some cheese to melt on half of them, and... toast at least my bread, perhaps with mayonnaise as well. Later.
A pleasant morning.
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I had to make coffee this morning. Usually I have it set up at night. I just don't live such a life that anything is absolutely, or even mostly, regular. It is best to do it at night, in case I need to grind more coffee. Grinding coffee is a minor pain. In the morning, though, it feels like coffee is being held hostage by the annoyance. And everything sounds louder in the morning. No problems, there was enough coffee ground, and probably for tomorrow. Still, a bit of grinding will take place today. I was slow to make it though, not being sure when my mother would wake. She does sleep longer, or this time. Now that my health has improved, hard work, long day, doesn't matter. To bed early or late, usually not a problem. After seven to eight hours I wake. Of course, that means I get some screen time, my news, and quiet time to post. Today more so. She is tuckered, napping already this morning. While she never stops, when she gets started, she does eventually run out of steam. Today she is tuckered. Me and the bugs are having a ball. Actually, I think even the girls are rejoicing. Her 'busy mode' scares them too!
I did set up medicines when I ran out, so those are back online without a skip. I also figured out why the ac was taking so long to cool my room. The other window was open as widely as it goes. Behind the thick curtain, with no wind, and being pretty much at the end of my day, I didn't remember to check. Should be better with that closed. I might take a minor nap before long. I would normally play PS3, but she is snoozing to the tv. Trying to steal that for my use would wake her. Don't wake sleeping dragon women. Just trust me. She'll start looking around for work. After I get the h.w. heater in, the new toilet in, the garden planted, and cut the branches, there is a decent chance there will be time to help her do some of the odd things she wants done. Assuming I don't lop my fool head off with the chainsaw up in the tree. I actually think, with what remains, that if I can start tomorrow and keep her at bay, I can have my work done by Monday night. Tuesday at the latest. And right down to having the branches towed to where the city allows us to dump wood, branches, and sich.
Sure is a nice morning though. A shower before too long, and a limited air dry. With company present, mom included, my natural hesitancy to show too much skin will put some limits on my endeavor that way. I still keep wondering how far Google, Verizon, and the others, have gone. Have they merely been party to the domestic spy apparatus, or have they also participated in everything from hacking, to sabotaging blogs they don't like, to who knows. Did they open these things up for petty activists and bureaucrats? I've seen posts of mine all but ruined with typos and things, ones I have edited well. Looking back I see where old posts have been destroyed... grammar, word usage, even to some of them becoming totally nonsensical. I would easily see Google doing it, they pretty much hate America. Verizon, the others? Probably more neutral, but happy to go along if the money or corporate favors are in the offing. Hard to know. And we probably never will get to the bottom of it. Nobody in government or business wants us to know just how bad it is always, and how much worse it truly got. They share Zero's hubris, as well. They, if you ask them, do what they do for "our good".
A time for choices, top to bottom, side to side, whole and complete. Unfortunately, as I have suggested, people have chosen.
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I had to make coffee this morning. Usually I have it set up at night. I just don't live such a life that anything is absolutely, or even mostly, regular. It is best to do it at night, in case I need to grind more coffee. Grinding coffee is a minor pain. In the morning, though, it feels like coffee is being held hostage by the annoyance. And everything sounds louder in the morning. No problems, there was enough coffee ground, and probably for tomorrow. Still, a bit of grinding will take place today. I was slow to make it though, not being sure when my mother would wake. She does sleep longer, or this time. Now that my health has improved, hard work, long day, doesn't matter. To bed early or late, usually not a problem. After seven to eight hours I wake. Of course, that means I get some screen time, my news, and quiet time to post. Today more so. She is tuckered, napping already this morning. While she never stops, when she gets started, she does eventually run out of steam. Today she is tuckered. Me and the bugs are having a ball. Actually, I think even the girls are rejoicing. Her 'busy mode' scares them too!
I did set up medicines when I ran out, so those are back online without a skip. I also figured out why the ac was taking so long to cool my room. The other window was open as widely as it goes. Behind the thick curtain, with no wind, and being pretty much at the end of my day, I didn't remember to check. Should be better with that closed. I might take a minor nap before long. I would normally play PS3, but she is snoozing to the tv. Trying to steal that for my use would wake her. Don't wake sleeping dragon women. Just trust me. She'll start looking around for work. After I get the h.w. heater in, the new toilet in, the garden planted, and cut the branches, there is a decent chance there will be time to help her do some of the odd things she wants done. Assuming I don't lop my fool head off with the chainsaw up in the tree. I actually think, with what remains, that if I can start tomorrow and keep her at bay, I can have my work done by Monday night. Tuesday at the latest. And right down to having the branches towed to where the city allows us to dump wood, branches, and sich.
Sure is a nice morning though. A shower before too long, and a limited air dry. With company present, mom included, my natural hesitancy to show too much skin will put some limits on my endeavor that way. I still keep wondering how far Google, Verizon, and the others, have gone. Have they merely been party to the domestic spy apparatus, or have they also participated in everything from hacking, to sabotaging blogs they don't like, to who knows. Did they open these things up for petty activists and bureaucrats? I've seen posts of mine all but ruined with typos and things, ones I have edited well. Looking back I see where old posts have been destroyed... grammar, word usage, even to some of them becoming totally nonsensical. I would easily see Google doing it, they pretty much hate America. Verizon, the others? Probably more neutral, but happy to go along if the money or corporate favors are in the offing. Hard to know. And we probably never will get to the bottom of it. Nobody in government or business wants us to know just how bad it is always, and how much worse it truly got. They share Zero's hubris, as well. They, if you ask them, do what they do for "our good".
A time for choices, top to bottom, side to side, whole and complete. Unfortunately, as I have suggested, people have chosen.
A bit of barking and some rule setting, but it is going fine.
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You know, the difference between the easier and more difficult times? The weather. The hotter visits have been a bit more testing. And yet, even the testing visits are just fine. Little... quibbles. Arguments over somethings and nothings. But work is done, food is cooked, we get to catch up over morning coffee or on breaks. Little bits of what else is going on or planned beyond our time together. The ac may help, simply by giving me a time out, and if too warm, cooling the front room and her bedroom as well. For her, and generally for me, it isn't too hot. It is too hot for me to nap, and working harder, longer, and on little fiddly stuff... what I call 'stop and go traffic work' heats me up quickly. Showers don't cool me down, and I can't nap without it. I can quickly get a full grump on. The hotter she gets, the more jobs she finds. And she needs help with every single one of them. *laughs*
Today? Not much, as I suggested. She might want to do some planting, I can't tell. If the plants she had put outside survived. Not good planning on that one. I have extra, if smaller peppers, but those were my good tomato plants. Replacements are at least $4 a pop. Never mind. She pouts too though. Mostly rest today, then cleaning and dressing for Mass. Hmm... You know, I probably ought to fill a canteen and keep that with me. I would much prefer a metal canteen though. The taste of plastics is often... In higher heat, anything will do. But in this? I'll have to look through my kit, perhaps there is something. I know I will have to get used to more sipping, a lot more. Might as well start now.
Sunday, or Monday if I am still a bit too tired, I will be hitting the last water heater. While in town I am going to look for a different valve. This one does have a solder side, but it also has a shark bite side. After two for two failures, I want nothing more to do with those. I am hoping I can just exchange it. Cleaning and soldering I can do. What I won't do is mess with shark bites ever again, if at all possible. Two for two failures is a seriously bad start, wrong foot to begin on, and provides zero confidence. I'll have to remember to get it in.
I've been ignoring the news mostly. I see a new scandal has reared it's ugly head. I can be sure, due to my political leaning, and this blog, that my phone calls are stored, my email has been tapped, my blog is being reviewed daily and the material here is archived. I told you this long ago, roughly. I already knew it. I let others find the proof. They have. I'm not sure that it matters, the constitution was the first thing this admin threw under the bus. There is no law in this land at this time. From big banks to government, they do what they please. Heck, they aren't even, in liberal enclaves, enforcing their gun bans... except for upon lawful citizens. At least you get to see it clearly, up front, and in your face. Libs don't believe/care/know/understand. They will keep pulling "D", as if that will win them the game they can't win at this point. Vegas, baby. At this point, pulling "R", for the most part and in most venues, is only a slower smaller version of pulling "D". Same fiscal cliff, 20%-50% slower drive over it, if that in places. Same government intrusion, same amnesty, same foreign wars, same EPA, Education, IRS, and other anonymous bureaucratic arms. Get out.
Oh, on another score... I suspected my mother read here. No, she doesn't believe a thing written here, mind you. Not because it isn't true, necessarily, but because she doesn't want to believe. She ferrets through for news on the homefront and bits that happen to entertain her. I was certain of it, despite her denials, if I still always look for... little bits of evidence. I showed her my most recent poems, before the newest edition. I offered to show her the second musical bit. She jumped and whinnied and proffered an immediate and powerful, frightened, "No thank you!", as if I was offering her a plate of fresh live insects. I am not sure which of my music did that to her, though... given her penchant for the mundane, probably my most mundane, to me, of pieces could have upset her delicate system. *grins* Oh yes, she reads here. There is other evidence, of course... when she, like the others, remembers something written here that I did not tell her, for example. And still I collect every little... proof. It's a hobby. Some people have learned how to... keep their tracks hidden. She isn't one of them, but her guy is. While he seems an atheist and political completely neutral, I suspect he just knew what I know... possibly before I was born. And his education and intent is such that he could be considered a modern mage. With machinery, electronics, and software, he has some serious understanding and technical skill. Cloaked, he, and now she, is... methinks. He is one even my probing can't see into. But I can see a slight trace of... something. Always could. Never knew what to take away there. Took things on face value, knowing better, then did some 'math' in the background. Most of it adds up. What doesn't is... leaves many questions. I really can see into most. Not all, but most.
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You know, the difference between the easier and more difficult times? The weather. The hotter visits have been a bit more testing. And yet, even the testing visits are just fine. Little... quibbles. Arguments over somethings and nothings. But work is done, food is cooked, we get to catch up over morning coffee or on breaks. Little bits of what else is going on or planned beyond our time together. The ac may help, simply by giving me a time out, and if too warm, cooling the front room and her bedroom as well. For her, and generally for me, it isn't too hot. It is too hot for me to nap, and working harder, longer, and on little fiddly stuff... what I call 'stop and go traffic work' heats me up quickly. Showers don't cool me down, and I can't nap without it. I can quickly get a full grump on. The hotter she gets, the more jobs she finds. And she needs help with every single one of them. *laughs*
Today? Not much, as I suggested. She might want to do some planting, I can't tell. If the plants she had put outside survived. Not good planning on that one. I have extra, if smaller peppers, but those were my good tomato plants. Replacements are at least $4 a pop. Never mind. She pouts too though. Mostly rest today, then cleaning and dressing for Mass. Hmm... You know, I probably ought to fill a canteen and keep that with me. I would much prefer a metal canteen though. The taste of plastics is often... In higher heat, anything will do. But in this? I'll have to look through my kit, perhaps there is something. I know I will have to get used to more sipping, a lot more. Might as well start now.
Sunday, or Monday if I am still a bit too tired, I will be hitting the last water heater. While in town I am going to look for a different valve. This one does have a solder side, but it also has a shark bite side. After two for two failures, I want nothing more to do with those. I am hoping I can just exchange it. Cleaning and soldering I can do. What I won't do is mess with shark bites ever again, if at all possible. Two for two failures is a seriously bad start, wrong foot to begin on, and provides zero confidence. I'll have to remember to get it in.
I've been ignoring the news mostly. I see a new scandal has reared it's ugly head. I can be sure, due to my political leaning, and this blog, that my phone calls are stored, my email has been tapped, my blog is being reviewed daily and the material here is archived. I told you this long ago, roughly. I already knew it. I let others find the proof. They have. I'm not sure that it matters, the constitution was the first thing this admin threw under the bus. There is no law in this land at this time. From big banks to government, they do what they please. Heck, they aren't even, in liberal enclaves, enforcing their gun bans... except for upon lawful citizens. At least you get to see it clearly, up front, and in your face. Libs don't believe/care/know/understand. They will keep pulling "D", as if that will win them the game they can't win at this point. Vegas, baby. At this point, pulling "R", for the most part and in most venues, is only a slower smaller version of pulling "D". Same fiscal cliff, 20%-50% slower drive over it, if that in places. Same government intrusion, same amnesty, same foreign wars, same EPA, Education, IRS, and other anonymous bureaucratic arms. Get out.
Oh, on another score... I suspected my mother read here. No, she doesn't believe a thing written here, mind you. Not because it isn't true, necessarily, but because she doesn't want to believe. She ferrets through for news on the homefront and bits that happen to entertain her. I was certain of it, despite her denials, if I still always look for... little bits of evidence. I showed her my most recent poems, before the newest edition. I offered to show her the second musical bit. She jumped and whinnied and proffered an immediate and powerful, frightened, "No thank you!", as if I was offering her a plate of fresh live insects. I am not sure which of my music did that to her, though... given her penchant for the mundane, probably my most mundane, to me, of pieces could have upset her delicate system. *grins* Oh yes, she reads here. There is other evidence, of course... when she, like the others, remembers something written here that I did not tell her, for example. And still I collect every little... proof. It's a hobby. Some people have learned how to... keep their tracks hidden. She isn't one of them, but her guy is. While he seems an atheist and political completely neutral, I suspect he just knew what I know... possibly before I was born. And his education and intent is such that he could be considered a modern mage. With machinery, electronics, and software, he has some serious understanding and technical skill. Cloaked, he, and now she, is... methinks. He is one even my probing can't see into. But I can see a slight trace of... something. Always could. Never knew what to take away there. Took things on face value, knowing better, then did some 'math' in the background. Most of it adds up. What doesn't is... leaves many questions. I really can see into most. Not all, but most.
Friday, June 7, 2013
It does get ugly when the echoes reverberate.
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To a hidden angel. Yeah, I know. You still don't believe, but I do see in the dark.
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To a hidden angel. Yeah, I know. You still don't believe, but I do see in the dark.
One more time, and, yes, seriously. NO!
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Okay, our little chat went fairly well. I have been working on getting the ac in. I cut the insulation. I looked for screws for one of the parts but could not find them so found others that sort of work. Between this, that, and the other thing, the heat, and being tired, I was stumbling more than sprinting through the task. Mom made dinner. She isn't used to the speed of my grill, so the roast was a little dry. Still, it was good enough. Corn and a glass of milk, or three, on the side, for me. Then, before I finished eating, she was already planning what I would be doing after dinner. Then, when dinner was finished for sure, and we were sitting on the patio, she restated her list of tasks and then started adding to it. No! I've still got the ac to put in and I am done on the side. Today is over. That's it. I didn't get bent about it, if I think she did. I looked her square in the eyes and said, one more time, "No".
I don't care if that hurt her feelings this time. I don't care if she didn't like that. I've told her three times and I won't negotiate. Further, I let her know, that Sunday, Monday, and maybe Tuesday, depending on when I can get back to it, is the next time I might work. And when I work I will be doing the spare bathroom and at my normal pace. I will not be able to help her. The only exception is for the garden. No rose bushes will be moved, no weird plants that aren't even edible will be planted or replanted, and I'd rather we not cook as I don't want to lose time with dishes. No. With the ac in, if it works, a midafternoon nap might help me get back to my feet for doing my stuff quicker, but I am not going to waste my time doing... fucking rose bushes, or some job she sees or creates that wasn't on the list, or just to cater to her. Need a soda? That's what feet are for. I don't ask, I don't serve, unless I happen to be going that way. She begs as well as Sassy, but Sassy has learned too. No!
No fuss but there it is.
Tomorrow we are going to Mass. I am hoping to be ready and going in time to make it to confession first. I always twitch before these, but they are so worth it. Something like a cold shower that turns warm? Something like that. We might go in for a bit of shopping, she wants flowers and this or that. I have a few things on my list. But mostly tomorrow is a day off. And I mean it, NO.
Oh, right. I received a letter from the V.A. saying optometry... or such... was too busy to see me. So they are giving me leeway to go to a pre-approved local doc, for the checkup and for new glasses since I am over 10%. I always thought we had to be 100% to see optometry. Or at least 50%. I think it is 50% for dentistry. At a 100% I don't even have a co-pay. If anything improves, I have three things that would be 70% or more by themselves now. Service connected for what that really matters anymore. I've become suspicious that, like the IRS, politics plays a part in who, how, when, where. No, I don't trust them. And, really? Why should I? Never mind. I tried to call in today but they weren't open, not until Monday I believe. I'll... get on that.
Well... to cool down for the night... To check the ac... Perhaps a shower before bedtime... But not much else. Yeah, I'm cooked. Good night.
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Okay, our little chat went fairly well. I have been working on getting the ac in. I cut the insulation. I looked for screws for one of the parts but could not find them so found others that sort of work. Between this, that, and the other thing, the heat, and being tired, I was stumbling more than sprinting through the task. Mom made dinner. She isn't used to the speed of my grill, so the roast was a little dry. Still, it was good enough. Corn and a glass of milk, or three, on the side, for me. Then, before I finished eating, she was already planning what I would be doing after dinner. Then, when dinner was finished for sure, and we were sitting on the patio, she restated her list of tasks and then started adding to it. No! I've still got the ac to put in and I am done on the side. Today is over. That's it. I didn't get bent about it, if I think she did. I looked her square in the eyes and said, one more time, "No".
I don't care if that hurt her feelings this time. I don't care if she didn't like that. I've told her three times and I won't negotiate. Further, I let her know, that Sunday, Monday, and maybe Tuesday, depending on when I can get back to it, is the next time I might work. And when I work I will be doing the spare bathroom and at my normal pace. I will not be able to help her. The only exception is for the garden. No rose bushes will be moved, no weird plants that aren't even edible will be planted or replanted, and I'd rather we not cook as I don't want to lose time with dishes. No. With the ac in, if it works, a midafternoon nap might help me get back to my feet for doing my stuff quicker, but I am not going to waste my time doing... fucking rose bushes, or some job she sees or creates that wasn't on the list, or just to cater to her. Need a soda? That's what feet are for. I don't ask, I don't serve, unless I happen to be going that way. She begs as well as Sassy, but Sassy has learned too. No!
No fuss but there it is.
Tomorrow we are going to Mass. I am hoping to be ready and going in time to make it to confession first. I always twitch before these, but they are so worth it. Something like a cold shower that turns warm? Something like that. We might go in for a bit of shopping, she wants flowers and this or that. I have a few things on my list. But mostly tomorrow is a day off. And I mean it, NO.
Oh, right. I received a letter from the V.A. saying optometry... or such... was too busy to see me. So they are giving me leeway to go to a pre-approved local doc, for the checkup and for new glasses since I am over 10%. I always thought we had to be 100% to see optometry. Or at least 50%. I think it is 50% for dentistry. At a 100% I don't even have a co-pay. If anything improves, I have three things that would be 70% or more by themselves now. Service connected for what that really matters anymore. I've become suspicious that, like the IRS, politics plays a part in who, how, when, where. No, I don't trust them. And, really? Why should I? Never mind. I tried to call in today but they weren't open, not until Monday I believe. I'll... get on that.
Well... to cool down for the night... To check the ac... Perhaps a shower before bedtime... But not much else. Yeah, I'm cooked. Good night.
No!
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I did some things, and some more, and tried some other things then I have been finding places to hide. The old water heater in the basement is too much to bring up alone, and the box failed, it is a good deal heavier than the new water heater. I beat my bullocks on that rock for a good half an hour before throwing in the towel and a potential hernia. Finally we talked. The heat is too much, I have been pushing for a month, and I don't mean to sound bitchy but pulling obscure weeds, cutting tiddly unnecessary to bother with branches, and moving rose plants was, none of it, on the menu. I won't help you work to make work. I have a very few things I want done. The planting of the garden, the spare bathroom set back up, food in my face from time to time, and a nap when it gets too hot or I've pushed too hard. Plus, I need to work on my schedule, not yours. It's not a request, it's not a demand, it's just the way it is. Oh, and ac in. Between doing those things I need to rest, not be jumping at ever little new thing you want or think could be done. Don't go there or you I will go on strike until new management arrives. This isn't a queendom and I ain't a serf or even a knight, perhaps a black knight but that's another issue.
She loves the sun, she loves bossing people around (playing boss), she loves tinkering with this and that. Here and I had heard she was tired of helping out here! Make up your mind, but... I made it perfectly clear that I am not helping with make-a-job tasks she just makes up as we go along. Oh, I'll help with a project or two, say putting soil into the old toilet and planting flowers, but when it is cool. Sure. Preferably annuals or whatever, but... sure. But don't do a dozen things, then think I am going to keep up on my yard like she does. Not Going To Happen. I'll be doing very good to keep up on my garden and remember to water the toilet. No more, possibly less. It is what I have. Hr-Umph!
No, no fight. And I think she... understood. She didn't go all aghast at me this time. And, she knows, I have work still to do, on the water heater, the toilet, cutting dead branches, cutting a path for an RV. That is a week of work for me. Other than the garden, I don't have the energy to tinker, dink around, or play man-servant. Too damned hot out there anyway. Did I mention I need to get the ac put in? Right! Get that in, get it blowing and going, then a nap. *snap* Tha... tha... that's all... zipper head! :p
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I did some things, and some more, and tried some other things then I have been finding places to hide. The old water heater in the basement is too much to bring up alone, and the box failed, it is a good deal heavier than the new water heater. I beat my bullocks on that rock for a good half an hour before throwing in the towel and a potential hernia. Finally we talked. The heat is too much, I have been pushing for a month, and I don't mean to sound bitchy but pulling obscure weeds, cutting tiddly unnecessary to bother with branches, and moving rose plants was, none of it, on the menu. I won't help you work to make work. I have a very few things I want done. The planting of the garden, the spare bathroom set back up, food in my face from time to time, and a nap when it gets too hot or I've pushed too hard. Plus, I need to work on my schedule, not yours. It's not a request, it's not a demand, it's just the way it is. Oh, and ac in. Between doing those things I need to rest, not be jumping at ever little new thing you want or think could be done. Don't go there or you I will go on strike until new management arrives. This isn't a queendom and I ain't a serf or even a knight, perhaps a black knight but that's another issue.
She loves the sun, she loves bossing people around (playing boss), she loves tinkering with this and that. Here and I had heard she was tired of helping out here! Make up your mind, but... I made it perfectly clear that I am not helping with make-a-job tasks she just makes up as we go along. Oh, I'll help with a project or two, say putting soil into the old toilet and planting flowers, but when it is cool. Sure. Preferably annuals or whatever, but... sure. But don't do a dozen things, then think I am going to keep up on my yard like she does. Not Going To Happen. I'll be doing very good to keep up on my garden and remember to water the toilet. No more, possibly less. It is what I have. Hr-Umph!
No, no fight. And I think she... understood. She didn't go all aghast at me this time. And, she knows, I have work still to do, on the water heater, the toilet, cutting dead branches, cutting a path for an RV. That is a week of work for me. Other than the garden, I don't have the energy to tinker, dink around, or play man-servant. Too damned hot out there anyway. Did I mention I need to get the ac put in? Right! Get that in, get it blowing and going, then a nap. *snap* Tha... tha... that's all... zipper head! :p
How to be endearing?
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My mother had washed and folded some clothes. She set them on the table. She asked me to put away my clothes on the table. Me? But they ARE on the table, isn't that were you told me to put them away? Thankfully she was out of ear-shot or that would have been one more blackmark on Doom's bad list methinks. Never mind, I'll wait until she can hear me. *blink blink* Endearing as a rattlesnake, she thinks, to be sure. Just, letting you know. And charting my path from this life to the next. Later.
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My mother had washed and folded some clothes. She set them on the table. She asked me to put away my clothes on the table. Me? But they ARE on the table, isn't that were you told me to put them away? Thankfully she was out of ear-shot or that would have been one more blackmark on Doom's bad list methinks. Never mind, I'll wait until she can hear me. *blink blink* Endearing as a rattlesnake, she thinks, to be sure. Just, letting you know. And charting my path from this life to the next. Later.
When did I get to bed?
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I can't be sure, but I did crash pretty hard. I do need to get the ac up though. It isn't just work, but the heat. I can't nap in it, and a nap midday would really keep my stress levels in check. It's just too warm. It isn't quite hot, really, yet. It is just warm enough that I can't chill in order to catch a few zzz's. I'll fix that today. Then again, sleep was great when I finally got to it. The fan along with the natural cooling of night, plus the work of late, put me down fairly well.
The garden is probably what is happening today. I will have to take charge of this. Some of the plants aren't ready and I won't negotiate. I will pot some things though, but keep them inside until they get more size. The habanero are only a few inches up. I want them a goodly bit higher. Jalapeno and Serrano, I believe, are quite ready, as are some of the tomato plants. Six should do, of those. And, by the way, I think those will definitely go into the planters earlier next year. Not January, but perhaps March 1st. Another month or two, and a half, should do. I'll simply have to get the growth lights up and going for sure. But from what I have seen, that light will be enough. All I need to see is how to plant these things, get an idea of how she uses fertilizer and preen, and a few other things. I don't need it all done right today. Dang woman. I may start putting the little plants out in the sun and wind, to see how they do, but back in at night. I may or may not get a thing off them as things turn out, but I will have learned a few things. That is what this year is about anyway.
Today I should also be able to get the water heaters out. And this room will be cleaned as well, probably. But this room is cake compared to the other rooms, none of which took a day themselves. Then she can rest until she goes. I may insist. Then I get can back to the water heater and remaining toilet. As I said, I found solder on mips and exchanged the flexible fip x s flex hoses for fip x fip hoses. I will be attempting to 'solder' the brass valve, after gutting it first upon instruction so as not to damage the goodies inside with the heat. I'm hoping that is all that is needed there. The toilet is easy with running water to work with, and to make sure there are no leaks. Then she can have her own bathroom. Life is a lot easier that way. I am hoping to have her part of things done today so I can either hit the rest of my things tomorrow, or the day after, then throughout the week.
After the en suite is up and running, then I need to get the chainsaw, ladder, climbing harness, and tie-offs out, and cut some dead limbs and get a rough idea about tree limbs removal for Ginger. She will get some midday shade this way, and it helps. The sun is brutal here, and I hate loading and working in that... until there will be no choice that is. When I have choice, I choose. When not, I simply deal. Women, my mother, is crosseyed on these things. Just leave it out front, run the ac on it, why fuss with that. But if she had to live in it while here, she would demand shade. Oh yes she would. Or complain about not having gotten it.
I sure love the new toilet, if I hadn't mentioned that a dozen times. No more nighttime 'dark carrier landings', no more scrunching to make sure everything sort of hits the target mostly, and it flushes even my heaviest loads like a champ. Reading is comfortable, with no chance of my legs falling asleep, or getting a circle cut into my butt. I don't even have to ride the flush handle. One simple push and a second longer for 'just in case' scenarios, and gone. If you want to follow the doctor's suggestions and squat, be my guest, just... not here.
Awake at 4:00, or a bit before really. I tried to stay down longer but just couldn't get back to sleep. All good. I am sure I got in seven or more like eight hours. And I feel pretty good. Medicines have gone down... Oh, right, blood sugars need to be tested. I hate doing that, but that isn't the reason I forgot. I'm trying to be sneaky quiet so Momma de Doom doesn't wake. *sneak, sneak, QUIET!* *grins* Just a wee little alone time...
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I can't be sure, but I did crash pretty hard. I do need to get the ac up though. It isn't just work, but the heat. I can't nap in it, and a nap midday would really keep my stress levels in check. It's just too warm. It isn't quite hot, really, yet. It is just warm enough that I can't chill in order to catch a few zzz's. I'll fix that today. Then again, sleep was great when I finally got to it. The fan along with the natural cooling of night, plus the work of late, put me down fairly well.
The garden is probably what is happening today. I will have to take charge of this. Some of the plants aren't ready and I won't negotiate. I will pot some things though, but keep them inside until they get more size. The habanero are only a few inches up. I want them a goodly bit higher. Jalapeno and Serrano, I believe, are quite ready, as are some of the tomato plants. Six should do, of those. And, by the way, I think those will definitely go into the planters earlier next year. Not January, but perhaps March 1st. Another month or two, and a half, should do. I'll simply have to get the growth lights up and going for sure. But from what I have seen, that light will be enough. All I need to see is how to plant these things, get an idea of how she uses fertilizer and preen, and a few other things. I don't need it all done right today. Dang woman. I may start putting the little plants out in the sun and wind, to see how they do, but back in at night. I may or may not get a thing off them as things turn out, but I will have learned a few things. That is what this year is about anyway.
Today I should also be able to get the water heaters out. And this room will be cleaned as well, probably. But this room is cake compared to the other rooms, none of which took a day themselves. Then she can rest until she goes. I may insist. Then I get can back to the water heater and remaining toilet. As I said, I found solder on mips and exchanged the flexible fip x s flex hoses for fip x fip hoses. I will be attempting to 'solder' the brass valve, after gutting it first upon instruction so as not to damage the goodies inside with the heat. I'm hoping that is all that is needed there. The toilet is easy with running water to work with, and to make sure there are no leaks. Then she can have her own bathroom. Life is a lot easier that way. I am hoping to have her part of things done today so I can either hit the rest of my things tomorrow, or the day after, then throughout the week.
After the en suite is up and running, then I need to get the chainsaw, ladder, climbing harness, and tie-offs out, and cut some dead limbs and get a rough idea about tree limbs removal for Ginger. She will get some midday shade this way, and it helps. The sun is brutal here, and I hate loading and working in that... until there will be no choice that is. When I have choice, I choose. When not, I simply deal. Women, my mother, is crosseyed on these things. Just leave it out front, run the ac on it, why fuss with that. But if she had to live in it while here, she would demand shade. Oh yes she would. Or complain about not having gotten it.
I sure love the new toilet, if I hadn't mentioned that a dozen times. No more nighttime 'dark carrier landings', no more scrunching to make sure everything sort of hits the target mostly, and it flushes even my heaviest loads like a champ. Reading is comfortable, with no chance of my legs falling asleep, or getting a circle cut into my butt. I don't even have to ride the flush handle. One simple push and a second longer for 'just in case' scenarios, and gone. If you want to follow the doctor's suggestions and squat, be my guest, just... not here.
Awake at 4:00, or a bit before really. I tried to stay down longer but just couldn't get back to sleep. All good. I am sure I got in seven or more like eight hours. And I feel pretty good. Medicines have gone down... Oh, right, blood sugars need to be tested. I hate doing that, but that isn't the reason I forgot. I'm trying to be sneaky quiet so Momma de Doom doesn't wake. *sneak, sneak, QUIET!* *grins* Just a wee little alone time...
Thursday, June 6, 2013
The woman does not understand.
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After some rest and relax time, after being home, we started hitting it again. Just a little of this and a little of that. One last thing, I am told. Boxes. They are broken down but need to go into the local, in town, community bin. Sure. So I bust those down even more, to fit into the vehicle. Get them in. Then wait. She finally comes out and we head out. She wants to hold half of the bin lid open just a bit. I open up one side completely, scoot her aside nicely and open that side, then unload in two seconds rather than five minutes. She isn't happy, but that's tough. I'm not being mean, I just want to get this done... not my way, the fast right way. Then she wants me to get out and get her a paper. I give her the money and suggest if she wants it, she can get it. She does so she does. Fine. Home.
You are going to load the old water heaters, tonight, right? Huh? No. Not even. Don't even think about it. And, once again, no. I am done, and more. The drive, the various work, the bits and pieces, the heat. I am done. She didn't like it but I will not negotiate. I do what I can, no more, mostly. I have pushed today. She didn't have to drive. Next time I am going to have her drive. Should settle her down a bit. I have limits and I've been bending those all to heck. No. And I refuse to even feel bad about it.
A shower, before too long. But I would like to stay up a few more hours. As the day cools, sleep will be much easier to slip into as well. Lord knows I love my showers like never before. Tired, sore, pains where they shouldn't be, I'm done. She is really pushing and bitchy this time. I'm not sure what her deal is. Although I am suspicious of most women. They'll kill you if they can. Push push shove push. I'm not going into my grave lightly, that's for sure. Another week and a half? We'll see. If I have to, I'll pick up and go to a hotel for a night or two. I will. I'll leave my cell phone here, too!
Well... on to relaxing. Later.
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After some rest and relax time, after being home, we started hitting it again. Just a little of this and a little of that. One last thing, I am told. Boxes. They are broken down but need to go into the local, in town, community bin. Sure. So I bust those down even more, to fit into the vehicle. Get them in. Then wait. She finally comes out and we head out. She wants to hold half of the bin lid open just a bit. I open up one side completely, scoot her aside nicely and open that side, then unload in two seconds rather than five minutes. She isn't happy, but that's tough. I'm not being mean, I just want to get this done... not my way, the fast right way. Then she wants me to get out and get her a paper. I give her the money and suggest if she wants it, she can get it. She does so she does. Fine. Home.
You are going to load the old water heaters, tonight, right? Huh? No. Not even. Don't even think about it. And, once again, no. I am done, and more. The drive, the various work, the bits and pieces, the heat. I am done. She didn't like it but I will not negotiate. I do what I can, no more, mostly. I have pushed today. She didn't have to drive. Next time I am going to have her drive. Should settle her down a bit. I have limits and I've been bending those all to heck. No. And I refuse to even feel bad about it.
A shower, before too long. But I would like to stay up a few more hours. As the day cools, sleep will be much easier to slip into as well. Lord knows I love my showers like never before. Tired, sore, pains where they shouldn't be, I'm done. She is really pushing and bitchy this time. I'm not sure what her deal is. Although I am suspicious of most women. They'll kill you if they can. Push push shove push. I'm not going into my grave lightly, that's for sure. Another week and a half? We'll see. If I have to, I'll pick up and go to a hotel for a night or two. I will. I'll leave my cell phone here, too!
Well... on to relaxing. Later.
A good day, mostly.
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Up and at it in plenty of time. A little morning goofing, if it didn't turn out all that well I still enjoyed it. She knew what I meant, she just isn't as twitchy as she used to be, or perhaps is a little more aware? On the good side, it brought back memories of when I was younger. It started out innocently enough, I was just a quiet child... at one time. And I had a way of just 'being there' that unnerved folk. I simply learned to enjoy 'being there' as a surprise. Travel was good, not too much grumping on my part, and pleasant conversation. Plus a bit of relaxation, viewing the mountains, going over the pass. I'm learning to put it on 'relax' while city and freeway driving which makes life easier.
The appointment was a dud. I did not know the only thing they wanted was my blood sugar readings. They did take my A1C, and will otherwise reschedule. I know I am supposed to be taking them regularly, but I've been busy. Things get shuffled to the side. Besides, I am not sure how much I trust them on their take regarding diabetes from what I have seen on my side. Sugar free raises my reading to 200-300 and nothing takes it down. If I add sugar three to five times a week, the readings drop to about 100. That goes against everything they say. And I wasn't able to take the double dose of medicine they tried to put me on. It wiped me out. Now, if they want to cut some of the heart medicine in exchange, I suppose we could try it. But that is what it would take. I'm at my medicine tolerance limits. Like it, don't like, it, fix it or lump it.
After that though, I did get to the big box. They did have the fittings I wanted, but they were all in as bad or worse of shape. I gave up on soldering directly and found fip x fip flex pipes and mip x s fittings (which I checked thoroughly!). Now I just have to get that going, either this weekend or next week, depending on how much work remains and how long the garden takes. I am secure that this will fix the problem nicely though. A bit of other shopping my mother wanted done, even something I was able to help her out regarding. Doom knew some health lore that should help the mom-o this time.
The last thing, while in town, we hit a restaurant I had looked up. I was a bit afraid it would be too expensive, or even not open until later in the day. I was wrong, on both counts. Plus the food truly was excellent. She a brisket sandwich, me a brisket platter and a peach cobbler. The price is decent enough that I could take my friend without any issues. It is no more expensive than our normal restaurant, but smoked meats? Yeah... I didn't try their baked beans, but I do know my friend likes those smoked, a lot. I like exploring for potential new places to eat.
A bit of relaxing, then maybe a nap, and probably getting the cardboard to recycling later. When it cools, I suggested. It is getting hot out there. It isn't blistering, but it is putting out notice that summer is here. It is nice, but on a still full stomach, it is a bit much. Yes, a bit of blogging, a sip of something cool, a nap, then a bit of cleanup this evening. A perfect day, really. Later.
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Up and at it in plenty of time. A little morning goofing, if it didn't turn out all that well I still enjoyed it. She knew what I meant, she just isn't as twitchy as she used to be, or perhaps is a little more aware? On the good side, it brought back memories of when I was younger. It started out innocently enough, I was just a quiet child... at one time. And I had a way of just 'being there' that unnerved folk. I simply learned to enjoy 'being there' as a surprise. Travel was good, not too much grumping on my part, and pleasant conversation. Plus a bit of relaxation, viewing the mountains, going over the pass. I'm learning to put it on 'relax' while city and freeway driving which makes life easier.
The appointment was a dud. I did not know the only thing they wanted was my blood sugar readings. They did take my A1C, and will otherwise reschedule. I know I am supposed to be taking them regularly, but I've been busy. Things get shuffled to the side. Besides, I am not sure how much I trust them on their take regarding diabetes from what I have seen on my side. Sugar free raises my reading to 200-300 and nothing takes it down. If I add sugar three to five times a week, the readings drop to about 100. That goes against everything they say. And I wasn't able to take the double dose of medicine they tried to put me on. It wiped me out. Now, if they want to cut some of the heart medicine in exchange, I suppose we could try it. But that is what it would take. I'm at my medicine tolerance limits. Like it, don't like, it, fix it or lump it.
After that though, I did get to the big box. They did have the fittings I wanted, but they were all in as bad or worse of shape. I gave up on soldering directly and found fip x fip flex pipes and mip x s fittings (which I checked thoroughly!). Now I just have to get that going, either this weekend or next week, depending on how much work remains and how long the garden takes. I am secure that this will fix the problem nicely though. A bit of other shopping my mother wanted done, even something I was able to help her out regarding. Doom knew some health lore that should help the mom-o this time.
The last thing, while in town, we hit a restaurant I had looked up. I was a bit afraid it would be too expensive, or even not open until later in the day. I was wrong, on both counts. Plus the food truly was excellent. She a brisket sandwich, me a brisket platter and a peach cobbler. The price is decent enough that I could take my friend without any issues. It is no more expensive than our normal restaurant, but smoked meats? Yeah... I didn't try their baked beans, but I do know my friend likes those smoked, a lot. I like exploring for potential new places to eat.
A bit of relaxing, then maybe a nap, and probably getting the cardboard to recycling later. When it cools, I suggested. It is getting hot out there. It isn't blistering, but it is putting out notice that summer is here. It is nice, but on a still full stomach, it is a bit much. Yes, a bit of blogging, a sip of something cool, a nap, then a bit of cleanup this evening. A perfect day, really. Later.
War is not who I present.
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[Just bumping as I am still... pondering these things.]
[Bump le seconde - Yeah... I'm... having to work some things here.]
[One more time]
While I discuss the second Horseman as if he is a warrior, I ought to reconcile the idea. War will be a warrior. The power allotted will allow that not to be the case though. A store clerk from Pittsburgh could do the task, technically. He need never have laid hands to steel, nor would the need be present in the fulfillment of the task associated with the position upon the back of the red horse. No, unnecessary to the task. The only thing he need is the ability to whisper. His task will be to loose men of their natural tastes, ingrained by good or evil, or failings which have lead to or produced their designs toward peace.
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[Just bumping as I am still... pondering these things.]
[Bump le seconde - Yeah... I'm... having to work some things here.]
[One more time]
While I discuss the second Horseman as if he is a warrior, I ought to reconcile the idea. War will be a warrior. The power allotted will allow that not to be the case though. A store clerk from Pittsburgh could do the task, technically. He need never have laid hands to steel, nor would the need be present in the fulfillment of the task associated with the position upon the back of the red horse. No, unnecessary to the task. The only thing he need is the ability to whisper. His task will be to loose men of their natural tastes, ingrained by good or evil, or failings which have lead to or produced their designs toward peace.
Much better.
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Completely back to normal, plus rested up a bit. I simply can't complain about this morning... well... there was that one thing. Well, and that other thing. I set my mother and my own alarm clocks to 7:00. However, I knew that my alarm clock goes off just a hair before hers. When I heard the alarm, I at first thought to put it on snooze, then roll for a "second" more. Then I thought, no... I will get up before SHE gets up. *sneaky grins* So, off with the alarm, down with the feet, and out the door I went... feeling mighty cocky about the whole thing, I assure you. *beaming* Damnit! She was already up, out on the patio having coffee! Just as I got in the kitchen, I heard her messing with the door, so I thought I would... I dunno... just freeze stand there? That would get her, always used to when I was a kid. *smile* Nope. "I thought I had an inkling of a sense you were up.", She said. BooYeah. Suckage morning or what? Hey, just because you can't win one doesn't mean you give up. *blink blink*
Oh, but I'm in fine spirits and she sounds almost bent back into shape. Who knew all I had to do was play with death a bit and it made it all good. Still, on the whole, I would... rather not. Isn't there a way that just looks good but without all the physical suffering? And I should be able to completely get my wind back today, if I really hadn't quite done so. Driving, compared to what else is going on, is easy smeazy. We will be back in time to do a bit of planting, too, perhaps. Or a bit of cleaning actually. I just don't want to plant as the sun is getting ready to set. I want them out all day for that, so they can acclimate with a full day of sun, first.
Blood pressure was a little high this morning, oddly. I tried it three times. Not extremely high, just a bit. And yes, perhaps unwisely or not, I did take my medicine last night, but just the normal single nightly dose. I'll take my morning dose, alone, this morning and that might help. Now, I always, here at home, check my b.p. before medicines. It might just be a bounce, a revers reaction to an extreme low? Dunno... Bastard! I hate when it does that. Hmm, might be that my mom is here. She... does have a way with my b.p., at times. Gah!
Later. Good day. Get busy, dang it! :p
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Completely back to normal, plus rested up a bit. I simply can't complain about this morning... well... there was that one thing. Well, and that other thing. I set my mother and my own alarm clocks to 7:00. However, I knew that my alarm clock goes off just a hair before hers. When I heard the alarm, I at first thought to put it on snooze, then roll for a "second" more. Then I thought, no... I will get up before SHE gets up. *sneaky grins* So, off with the alarm, down with the feet, and out the door I went... feeling mighty cocky about the whole thing, I assure you. *beaming* Damnit! She was already up, out on the patio having coffee! Just as I got in the kitchen, I heard her messing with the door, so I thought I would... I dunno... just freeze stand there? That would get her, always used to when I was a kid. *smile* Nope. "I thought I had an inkling of a sense you were up.", She said. BooYeah. Suckage morning or what? Hey, just because you can't win one doesn't mean you give up. *blink blink*
Oh, but I'm in fine spirits and she sounds almost bent back into shape. Who knew all I had to do was play with death a bit and it made it all good. Still, on the whole, I would... rather not. Isn't there a way that just looks good but without all the physical suffering? And I should be able to completely get my wind back today, if I really hadn't quite done so. Driving, compared to what else is going on, is easy smeazy. We will be back in time to do a bit of planting, too, perhaps. Or a bit of cleaning actually. I just don't want to plant as the sun is getting ready to set. I want them out all day for that, so they can acclimate with a full day of sun, first.
Blood pressure was a little high this morning, oddly. I tried it three times. Not extremely high, just a bit. And yes, perhaps unwisely or not, I did take my medicine last night, but just the normal single nightly dose. I'll take my morning dose, alone, this morning and that might help. Now, I always, here at home, check my b.p. before medicines. It might just be a bounce, a revers reaction to an extreme low? Dunno... Bastard! I hate when it does that. Hmm, might be that my mom is here. She... does have a way with my b.p., at times. Gah!
Later. Good day. Get busy, dang it! :p
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Oh, so that's what happens when...
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That's right boys and girls, even Doom can o.d. Oh, you know better than to think I did it on anything... untoward. I don't even consider smoking anything but an occasional cigarette. And then I'm not exactly... overwhelmed with joy about it. Yeah, sure, sometimes a fifth or a case has been known to slip down my gullet, but this is different. While up and early, I think I took my medicines. With an appointment with the doc tomorrow so a push to make sure, with my medicine set being off on days due to hits and misses in taking it, then with the disturbance of my mother here so that when she took her medicine it triggered me to take my medicine (again as it turns out), I doubled my dose. Worse? I took yesterday evenings dose, then duplicated that as well. I took two full days of medicine in one fell two hour period.
Wouch. I don't know that I would call myself graceful, unless you consider that I am overweight. But with the weight I do have on my thick bones, I keep a pretty soft touch to the ground. I lost that. Having three hundred pounds of stumbling bull rumbling around frightened even my mother. I think she feared more for herself and the furniture, she knows that I won't get hurt, mostly. It is what I feared. To top it off, I was nearing stall angle. My eyes kept trying to roll back into my head. I've only passed out a few times in my life legitimately. I know that feeling though. And I felt like warmed over death. It's a brotherly thing. SHE told me to go lay down. I meekly complied.
Four hours later I'm back up but still feeling rough. I may have a fever going on. I definitely have a weird headache thing. I'm almost afraid to take it, but I think some aspirin is required. I don't know if it will help the feverishness but, something has to be taken. Ugh... And, no, I wasn't trying to escape the "broom". And if I were, I wouldn't do it this way. Besides, we are almost done. Just this room remains. And tomorrow we make a run to the doctor, so I knew I had some time off coming. And more, I wanted to be done and to help. Oh, this is wretched. Don't do this at home, kiddies. Just don't.
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That's right boys and girls, even Doom can o.d. Oh, you know better than to think I did it on anything... untoward. I don't even consider smoking anything but an occasional cigarette. And then I'm not exactly... overwhelmed with joy about it. Yeah, sure, sometimes a fifth or a case has been known to slip down my gullet, but this is different. While up and early, I think I took my medicines. With an appointment with the doc tomorrow so a push to make sure, with my medicine set being off on days due to hits and misses in taking it, then with the disturbance of my mother here so that when she took her medicine it triggered me to take my medicine (again as it turns out), I doubled my dose. Worse? I took yesterday evenings dose, then duplicated that as well. I took two full days of medicine in one fell two hour period.
Wouch. I don't know that I would call myself graceful, unless you consider that I am overweight. But with the weight I do have on my thick bones, I keep a pretty soft touch to the ground. I lost that. Having three hundred pounds of stumbling bull rumbling around frightened even my mother. I think she feared more for herself and the furniture, she knows that I won't get hurt, mostly. It is what I feared. To top it off, I was nearing stall angle. My eyes kept trying to roll back into my head. I've only passed out a few times in my life legitimately. I know that feeling though. And I felt like warmed over death. It's a brotherly thing. SHE told me to go lay down. I meekly complied.
Four hours later I'm back up but still feeling rough. I may have a fever going on. I definitely have a weird headache thing. I'm almost afraid to take it, but I think some aspirin is required. I don't know if it will help the feverishness but, something has to be taken. Ugh... And, no, I wasn't trying to escape the "broom". And if I were, I wouldn't do it this way. Besides, we are almost done. Just this room remains. And tomorrow we make a run to the doctor, so I knew I had some time off coming. And more, I wanted to be done and to help. Oh, this is wretched. Don't do this at home, kiddies. Just don't.
Questions many.
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Some gifts are so difficult to understand they are confused with curses. The joy in the gift cannot be known up front, and it is not a gift for all. A question asked thrice, and answered in various ways.
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Some gifts are so difficult to understand they are confused with curses. The joy in the gift cannot be known up front, and it is not a gift for all. A question asked thrice, and answered in various ways.
Sleep, long, hard.
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I am always a bit... rough... after a long sleep. Hmm, actually it wasn't so long. It was after 21:00, perhaps pushing 22:00, and I woke at 5:00. If you can't do 9:00 to 5:00 one way do it the other? I have been pushing things for a bit though now. And I keep losing track of my medication. I still can't juggle too many things at once, if I am beginning to be able to juggle several things and bigger things. As I have suggested, I do the best that I can. If you know about electrical, with the x, y, and z axis? I can now use two of those, but not quite the third. Most people aren't aware of the z axis in personal function, that little something that isn't of work or thought, perhaps just the weight of life itself? I see it clearly, due to extreme limits at times. Another year of medication, perhaps. But in my mid-40's, that's... not ever going to improve much at this point. I'm waking just in time for somewhere on the geriatric decline. If I come out of it fully even then. Having stayed on medications, this time, so far, mostly, since my last echocardiogram, I am curious to see if there is more improvement. Viral infections of the heart, or so it has been suggested, do not improve as well or as much. This may be as good as it gets. It is an improvement though. Sometimes the medicines help with function, sometimes not so much though... or is it just that the level of health is still extremely cyclical? Maybe a bit of both.
The bathroom is clean, the kitchen is clean, we had dinner last night and I bought chicken for a spare easy meal, plus she had leftovers. I'm used to a meal a day or less, she is not. She is still in bed and I will let her sleep until she is ready to wake. I am curious if she will do as I do... know I am up so sleep a little extra long. When you aren't the first out of bed... it always feels odd getting up. Well, and you hate intruding, a bit. I would start... well, why not. I'll start the coffee. It's too weak for my tastes, two scoops or such. Bleckh... Is that tea or is that coffee. If tea, bring me coffee. If coffee, bring me tea. She can't handle my coffee, and she does receive catering.
Sassy is keeping her distance. With another person in the house, and lots of activity, she has become very shy. My mother usually wins her over fairly quickly with food. Sas-o-bot is an easy girl. Feed her often, feed her well, and love is in the air. Hey, no complaints here. It's 'xactly my score. Mostly. Or at least I share some of her sentiments. Sam has been outside as often as she can be. She is a summer and sun girl. If she could, she would probably go canoeing, hiking, work in the garden, and the works... were she a woman type. Even before Sassy invaded her home, but that is an extra incentive to be out. She doesn't go far from home, as a general rule.
As for today? More cleaning. The living room, really. Then a bit in here. But most of the cleaning is done. It looked worse than it was, mostly. She wants the house and garden done by the weekend. I don't think that is impossible. Then I can get back to the spare bathroom. I should get some meats out to thaw... Hmm, after consultation. I plan to make corned beef with cabbage, potatoes, and carrots, have either pork chops or ribs, and get some bacon out. She is considering making a potato-tot casserole and perhaps something else. That should see us to plenty of food for her visit, along with a grill out with my friend, and a more general meal with him over here perhaps. I suppose we can. Oh, right, best get that coffee going.
Oh, she is thinking of using one of the extra toilets as a front yard planter. Something about flowers. I asked about perennials, being... how my interest in flowers runs. She thinks not. Bleh. But whatever. I have enough beginner potting soil, and that other big (huge) planter out there. I just don't like tending things you can't eat. Especially when you have to do extra to tend the soil. It goes bad from overuse quickly. Hmm, maybe I could get a really nice picture of her and frame it in one of the old toilet seats? Hushutup... Just... being... artsy? Would target circles be too much?
Oh, just a morning chuckle, on my side of the screen. Or *cough* another? I do remember being referred to as a potential Nice Pete. Now, there are some odd... parallels, but pretty much a systemic failure of connection. While I can discuss past violence, even if it happened to be of a most recent nature, I do not initiate. While I am probably a bit more emotional, I have long ago detached my emotions from violence. Any anger I have is dealt with personally, privately, and civilly if it involves others. My brutality remains purely professional, not for personal use I mean. Since I am no longer in that field, it is just something on the back shelf, mostly. Or it is called for by another, someone bringing it to me. Speak of the Devil, as the saying goes, if merely speaking is not enough... a blood sacrifice or the threat of one would be in order in this case... but the idea is sound. There are some other problems, but that is probably the main one. Oh, but the idea is a gas.
Later.
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I am always a bit... rough... after a long sleep. Hmm, actually it wasn't so long. It was after 21:00, perhaps pushing 22:00, and I woke at 5:00. If you can't do 9:00 to 5:00 one way do it the other? I have been pushing things for a bit though now. And I keep losing track of my medication. I still can't juggle too many things at once, if I am beginning to be able to juggle several things and bigger things. As I have suggested, I do the best that I can. If you know about electrical, with the x, y, and z axis? I can now use two of those, but not quite the third. Most people aren't aware of the z axis in personal function, that little something that isn't of work or thought, perhaps just the weight of life itself? I see it clearly, due to extreme limits at times. Another year of medication, perhaps. But in my mid-40's, that's... not ever going to improve much at this point. I'm waking just in time for somewhere on the geriatric decline. If I come out of it fully even then. Having stayed on medications, this time, so far, mostly, since my last echocardiogram, I am curious to see if there is more improvement. Viral infections of the heart, or so it has been suggested, do not improve as well or as much. This may be as good as it gets. It is an improvement though. Sometimes the medicines help with function, sometimes not so much though... or is it just that the level of health is still extremely cyclical? Maybe a bit of both.
The bathroom is clean, the kitchen is clean, we had dinner last night and I bought chicken for a spare easy meal, plus she had leftovers. I'm used to a meal a day or less, she is not. She is still in bed and I will let her sleep until she is ready to wake. I am curious if she will do as I do... know I am up so sleep a little extra long. When you aren't the first out of bed... it always feels odd getting up. Well, and you hate intruding, a bit. I would start... well, why not. I'll start the coffee. It's too weak for my tastes, two scoops or such. Bleckh... Is that tea or is that coffee. If tea, bring me coffee. If coffee, bring me tea. She can't handle my coffee, and she does receive catering.
Sassy is keeping her distance. With another person in the house, and lots of activity, she has become very shy. My mother usually wins her over fairly quickly with food. Sas-o-bot is an easy girl. Feed her often, feed her well, and love is in the air. Hey, no complaints here. It's 'xactly my score. Mostly. Or at least I share some of her sentiments. Sam has been outside as often as she can be. She is a summer and sun girl. If she could, she would probably go canoeing, hiking, work in the garden, and the works... were she a woman type. Even before Sassy invaded her home, but that is an extra incentive to be out. She doesn't go far from home, as a general rule.
As for today? More cleaning. The living room, really. Then a bit in here. But most of the cleaning is done. It looked worse than it was, mostly. She wants the house and garden done by the weekend. I don't think that is impossible. Then I can get back to the spare bathroom. I should get some meats out to thaw... Hmm, after consultation. I plan to make corned beef with cabbage, potatoes, and carrots, have either pork chops or ribs, and get some bacon out. She is considering making a potato-tot casserole and perhaps something else. That should see us to plenty of food for her visit, along with a grill out with my friend, and a more general meal with him over here perhaps. I suppose we can. Oh, right, best get that coffee going.
Oh, she is thinking of using one of the extra toilets as a front yard planter. Something about flowers. I asked about perennials, being... how my interest in flowers runs. She thinks not. Bleh. But whatever. I have enough beginner potting soil, and that other big (huge) planter out there. I just don't like tending things you can't eat. Especially when you have to do extra to tend the soil. It goes bad from overuse quickly. Hmm, maybe I could get a really nice picture of her and frame it in one of the old toilet seats? Hushutup... Just... being... artsy? Would target circles be too much?
Oh, just a morning chuckle, on my side of the screen. Or *cough* another? I do remember being referred to as a potential Nice Pete. Now, there are some odd... parallels, but pretty much a systemic failure of connection. While I can discuss past violence, even if it happened to be of a most recent nature, I do not initiate. While I am probably a bit more emotional, I have long ago detached my emotions from violence. Any anger I have is dealt with personally, privately, and civilly if it involves others. My brutality remains purely professional, not for personal use I mean. Since I am no longer in that field, it is just something on the back shelf, mostly. Or it is called for by another, someone bringing it to me. Speak of the Devil, as the saying goes, if merely speaking is not enough... a blood sacrifice or the threat of one would be in order in this case... but the idea is sound. There are some other problems, but that is probably the main one. Oh, but the idea is a gas.
Later.
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