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I had thought to bring her in for dinner. She blithely and boldly prowled toward me, with strength and surety when I went to call her (kidnap her, she doesn't come in easily). And, when I brought her dinner she ate with gusto, though with her usual grace. Sassy is a devourer of worlds bound in a cat, Sam is a past queen, a well mannered one, I think. In a bit I will set the sprinklers for an hour or two on the drier patches and sit with her. She loves company on her turf.
Ah, as I was saying, I think something is coming back for me. I don't know why it comes or goes, it just does. As I have assured D.C. though, with the stimulus at BMan, I don't have to worry about that. My guess is the sound will be vibrating right down to our bones. There is some potential for over-stimulation. But you are talking to a man who has stayed up for 10 days. Awake the whole time. Yeah, I saw things that time. And I have lived in much more... exciting... events. While all that has been some time past, I am not a virgin to heavy hard loud things. So, I suspect I can handle it. Worst case, I find a quieter place and sack out. Doubt if I will need it, just sleeping when and how I can works easily short term. My mother keeps proving that. Anyway, whatever has plagued me is at least on the way out. Personally, since the rebound comes as the sun begins to shine again, I highly suspect it is totally weather related. Well, maybe not. I seem to have puffed up again a bit. That is coming and going. Might have to take an extra quarter dose of the water pill for a few days. That wet lung feeling is just annoying. The pickle juice did handle the dehydrated feeling a bit. I broke that up this morning, through, as well, with a form of ill luck. As I was taking my medicines, the magnesium pill went into one of the hatches it shouldn't have. It just tickled, really. I thought it must have just been a bit of water, until the tickling forced some odd foul bodily behavior which caused the pill to fly from where it was caught, out of my mouth at my horrored surprise, to be caught mid-air, not wanting to have to hope the five second rule would apply to medicine should I have missed it and not knowing what pill it was at that second. Reflexes are still good, by the way. It veritably shot out of my body. In any case, that allowed me to clear up some of the dried up snotters in there. I told you, brutally good luck... just bad enough to understand how good it ends up. Which can be pretty bad before my leg grows back, or whatever. :p
Ugh but the human body is a fucking mess. Even sex, if you think about it. Messy, dirty, odd, smelly, and funny looking. But it seems to work. What kills me is when a woman thinks engines are dirty and greasy. :p Woot! I'm just about back in the saddle and ready to start mucking around with my world again. Oh happy days. I have things to do! Hmm... I have the bathroom of course, and would like to clean my bedroom. True. Plus I have at least one outfit to put together. There is that. Maybe another with things coming my way, but the second would be relatively easy the way I would do a kilt. I am just wondering if there is time to put a solar oven together in time to at least ponder taking, especially since we have joined the he-man alt-energy band of brothers? I'll think on it. Might not have room, but it would give me something to shoot for. Might end-cap push the rest of my projects a bit... Hmm... Yeah, why don't I add that to the list.
Later.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Just some ditties I needs must ponder.
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Don't know what is disturbing my tea, but the ripples run clean through.
I wouldn't bother, 'twere I you. Nothing, perhaps, you haven't seen before. But when put together, probably not the type of my trash you want to dig through. It's where I live, at times, so I musts do this task. Music allows me to sort some things.
There is strong hope, but the price is dear. Now... shoo... if you know what's good for you.
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Something in here is haunting me. It isn't the only thing wrong. It's about half of it. Never quite sure how to make the spooks go away. Broken... shattered really... Or at one time. The repairs were good, it is just that psychic bone spurs still cut the soul from time to time. It's as good as it gets here. And those spurs can be useful when they aren't crippling. Everything is a double edged sword... even a mended one. Bastard, in many ways, but loved.
I'm taking the weekend off. Probably.
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Don't know what is disturbing my tea, but the ripples run clean through.
I wouldn't bother, 'twere I you. Nothing, perhaps, you haven't seen before. But when put together, probably not the type of my trash you want to dig through. It's where I live, at times, so I musts do this task. Music allows me to sort some things.
There is strong hope, but the price is dear. Now... shoo... if you know what's good for you.
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Something in here is haunting me. It isn't the only thing wrong. It's about half of it. Never quite sure how to make the spooks go away. Broken... shattered really... Or at one time. The repairs were good, it is just that psychic bone spurs still cut the soul from time to time. It's as good as it gets here. And those spurs can be useful when they aren't crippling. Everything is a double edged sword... even a mended one. Bastard, in many ways, but loved.
I'm taking the weekend off. Probably.
By the One
Born of a reckless
nature, of things here and there.
Bastard!- But loved.
Haiku Heights - Crescendo
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Oh, right. If you wish to present, visit Haiku Heights and this page specifically. You could always simply visit the poets who have submitted pieces as well.
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Oh, right. If you wish to present, visit Haiku Heights and this page specifically. You could always simply visit the poets who have submitted pieces as well.
Inspired by the theme at
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I have heard nothing from my friend. I'm not really peeved at him. Perhaps they have had to keep him longer, perhaps his sister got involved and took the show over. I've got a mom, I know how that can work. Mom, sister, daughter, wife, girlfriend... when you are low they can be like bulldozers. By the time you know what happened you are sleeping it off somewhere. That is, again, assuming they didn't decide to do something right then and there. Perhaps they saw that his valve was cracked, and that was what was losing blood, and the micro heart attack opened it so that it was spilling far to fast. No choice. Dunno, haven't heard, but since it's his surgical potential I feel much more inclined to be fanciful! :p
At about 11:00 or noon or... something... this changing schedule stuff is for the birds by the way. I slept rather lightly, too. But I did not hear anyone knock at the door, or the doorbell, or get a phone call. But I found the medicine out back, in a sealed container, on the rocks. It was amazingly cool given that they set the thing in the sun. I almost through out the icey packs, but... thought to check. Reusable? Waste not want not, same with the packing they came in. Excellent for little things. I was told I needed to be here, that I needed to sign. And yet no serious knock, or even a call? Nothing liking grinding my innards about this and that to simply dump and run. Don't really care as long as I received the stuff. I just hate the melodrama I am often faced with to find out how... silly it all was. Bleh.
I brought Sam in, to her minor consternation, before my nap. She slept up with me, as did Sassy. The girls are getting full access for a few days. While Sam likes coming in as much as a child likes to be put to bed, her fussing is weak and she ends up enjoying the time in. I actually found the medicine when I let Sam back out. I had no clue it was here until then. I'll let her be out for a few hours, until I water a few dry patches. She is doing better, mostly. She is eating a bit more, but still mostly just treats... Hmm, no, I did catch her eating dry food. Oddly she is staying away from wet food, her favorite. I wonder if my brand put out a bad batch? Hmm, not so much. Sassy would have gotten sick as well. Probably. Just... wondering.
The hard part about changing my schedule around isn't just sleeping and waking, but the general feel that I am off, up at the wrong time, and uncomfortable. I think my body conforms to being awake and asleep when it is comfortable for it to be so. Whether it wants to play in the heat, or avoid it, whether by feel or physical need, either, I can't tell. I wonder, when I push to be awake at times that are at variance with how things turn out, if I am stressing my health. It might seem odd to you. But when you realize most people don't survive my health, even with the 6% improvement, on medication and with treatment, for more than three to four years while I have survived for 21 years before treatment and between two and three years of treatment now... you have to wonder if there isn't something innate to how I do things that helps my struggle for survival. When being a rock is needed, fine. Otherwise, be a willow. Now, being a rock with the qualities of the willow? Ba-by! :p
Blathering, just woke. Not... my... fault. Later.
Oh, I figured out why SiteMeter and Google Analysis are so far off Bloggers own stats... They don't, mostly, include foreign clicks. Historically about 1/5th to 1/7th of my hits are foreign. Russian are mostly suspect, if I think some of the hackers have learned to enjoy, or mockingly so read, my posts. I can tell if they are "working" or not by which post they zing. Now, Singapore, Malaysia, and whatever, are highly suspect. Britain, Spain, Germany... Unknown. A bit suspect but not beyond the realm of possible simple interest matching up or folks I might have happened to know looking in. It is a very small little world, even when you throw heaven and hell into the pot... given that time is a function only as the womb is. Never le mind.
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I have heard nothing from my friend. I'm not really peeved at him. Perhaps they have had to keep him longer, perhaps his sister got involved and took the show over. I've got a mom, I know how that can work. Mom, sister, daughter, wife, girlfriend... when you are low they can be like bulldozers. By the time you know what happened you are sleeping it off somewhere. That is, again, assuming they didn't decide to do something right then and there. Perhaps they saw that his valve was cracked, and that was what was losing blood, and the micro heart attack opened it so that it was spilling far to fast. No choice. Dunno, haven't heard, but since it's his surgical potential I feel much more inclined to be fanciful! :p
At about 11:00 or noon or... something... this changing schedule stuff is for the birds by the way. I slept rather lightly, too. But I did not hear anyone knock at the door, or the doorbell, or get a phone call. But I found the medicine out back, in a sealed container, on the rocks. It was amazingly cool given that they set the thing in the sun. I almost through out the icey packs, but... thought to check. Reusable? Waste not want not, same with the packing they came in. Excellent for little things. I was told I needed to be here, that I needed to sign. And yet no serious knock, or even a call? Nothing liking grinding my innards about this and that to simply dump and run. Don't really care as long as I received the stuff. I just hate the melodrama I am often faced with to find out how... silly it all was. Bleh.
I brought Sam in, to her minor consternation, before my nap. She slept up with me, as did Sassy. The girls are getting full access for a few days. While Sam likes coming in as much as a child likes to be put to bed, her fussing is weak and she ends up enjoying the time in. I actually found the medicine when I let Sam back out. I had no clue it was here until then. I'll let her be out for a few hours, until I water a few dry patches. She is doing better, mostly. She is eating a bit more, but still mostly just treats... Hmm, no, I did catch her eating dry food. Oddly she is staying away from wet food, her favorite. I wonder if my brand put out a bad batch? Hmm, not so much. Sassy would have gotten sick as well. Probably. Just... wondering.
The hard part about changing my schedule around isn't just sleeping and waking, but the general feel that I am off, up at the wrong time, and uncomfortable. I think my body conforms to being awake and asleep when it is comfortable for it to be so. Whether it wants to play in the heat, or avoid it, whether by feel or physical need, either, I can't tell. I wonder, when I push to be awake at times that are at variance with how things turn out, if I am stressing my health. It might seem odd to you. But when you realize most people don't survive my health, even with the 6% improvement, on medication and with treatment, for more than three to four years while I have survived for 21 years before treatment and between two and three years of treatment now... you have to wonder if there isn't something innate to how I do things that helps my struggle for survival. When being a rock is needed, fine. Otherwise, be a willow. Now, being a rock with the qualities of the willow? Ba-by! :p
Blathering, just woke. Not... my... fault. Later.
Oh, I figured out why SiteMeter and Google Analysis are so far off Bloggers own stats... They don't, mostly, include foreign clicks. Historically about 1/5th to 1/7th of my hits are foreign. Russian are mostly suspect, if I think some of the hackers have learned to enjoy, or mockingly so read, my posts. I can tell if they are "working" or not by which post they zing. Now, Singapore, Malaysia, and whatever, are highly suspect. Britain, Spain, Germany... Unknown. A bit suspect but not beyond the realm of possible simple interest matching up or folks I might have happened to know looking in. It is a very small little world, even when you throw heaven and hell into the pot... given that time is a function only as the womb is. Never le mind.
No call?
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I expected a call already but none has come. It is too late to go, as my medicine was set to arrive in the afternoon. They couldn't be more specific. It isn't just about the medication, but about saying something then doing it, that is being here when I said I would. Like it or not, unless I literally can't hold to my word, I keep it. Which is why I don't often give my word. Not that I won't but that I can't. It's a quiet honesty, and as good as I can do in my current form. A day, perhaps, a week, sure. Maybe a month. I simply can't maintain.
It is a nice day. The sun is out, it is warming as it should. I might water a couple of areas of the lawn that seem a bit drowsy, but I won't be triple watering everything, with the rain and the long watering last time. Let them dry out a bit. Everything will be ready for a hit Friday. Well, I might hit the flowers in the pots, and the roses, while seeing to Sam. If she isn't looking too good, I'll bring her back in. Summer and sun girl that she is, I am wondering if she liked it a bit too much. Crazy cat-brained girl type! Hmm, might bring her in anyway.
Later.
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I expected a call already but none has come. It is too late to go, as my medicine was set to arrive in the afternoon. They couldn't be more specific. It isn't just about the medication, but about saying something then doing it, that is being here when I said I would. Like it or not, unless I literally can't hold to my word, I keep it. Which is why I don't often give my word. Not that I won't but that I can't. It's a quiet honesty, and as good as I can do in my current form. A day, perhaps, a week, sure. Maybe a month. I simply can't maintain.
It is a nice day. The sun is out, it is warming as it should. I might water a couple of areas of the lawn that seem a bit drowsy, but I won't be triple watering everything, with the rain and the long watering last time. Let them dry out a bit. Everything will be ready for a hit Friday. Well, I might hit the flowers in the pots, and the roses, while seeing to Sam. If she isn't looking too good, I'll bring her back in. Summer and sun girl that she is, I am wondering if she liked it a bit too much. Crazy cat-brained girl type! Hmm, might bring her in anyway.
Later.
The sun is up, things seem to be better.
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Having the 'runt' back is good. Of course, now she is a headache. :p More ornery than ever in her passive little ways, and knowing she has me over a barrel. Where did I put my squirt gun again? Well, not quite that. I think she is still just wonderfully happy to be home herself. I won't spoil it, yet. When she gets older and grumpier, she might understand how novelty wears faster? Sam... I wasn't going to let her go outside for a while. But this morning, she got up, walked to the door almost as if she was back to health, and begged. I really had to think about it. I let her go, but made sure to put out fresh water and food. I'll be out checking on her. If I get called to town I will be bringing her into the cave, at least until I return.
I dreamed, sometime between when the first time the alarm went off and waking. I called the V.A. about the medicine coming in. There was something about something, then the nurse put me on hold, but not a real hold she just cuffed the phone in her hand. She asked another nurse to check on combat status. The other nurse, after checking, replied "indeterminate". So the nurse speaking to me put the phone back to her ear and asked me some nonsensical question. Oddly, I knew the nonsensical answer, or one, not through knowledge, I just responded. I don't know if that answered her question, or what the whole thing truly was about, but I got what I needed. Somehow, though talking to her on the phone, I had called from the V.A. in question. After ending the call I just went to the desk, got the medications I was there after, then left. A nurse in the pharmacy, another oddity of the call (dressed in the yea olde nurse garb, with cap). Then again, she may actually have been at a clinic... Hmm... Not sure. Details are fuzzy though... Did I pick the medicines up at the clinic? Hmm... Never mind.
A little stiff and sore, but not bad for swinging my day around this quickly. The last late day, two days ago, I was sleeping until 15:00, give or take, I do believe. So waking by 9:30 this morning and 10:30 yesterday is quite a shift. Not bad for an old dog, if I napped hard yesterday. I've even been remembering my medicine. I just need to, well, call the V.A. about those medicines. There is a good chance they won't know who is delivering the goods, or how to contact them though. Oh, someone does, but someone might be on break, not working, not available, or otherwise indisposed. Not really a complaint about the V.A. mind you, a gripe about danged reality! Where's my cane so I can wave it in the air, threateningly, at no one in particular. No one is directly related to someone, by the bye, if you are into geneology and sich.
Well, later. Don't die, probably don't kill any one (also related to no one and someone) unless they sorely need it. Then do it quickly (and check their wallet, if the type that need killing often need killing because they misspent everything Zero and co. (you) gave them). Still, you never know.
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Having the 'runt' back is good. Of course, now she is a headache. :p More ornery than ever in her passive little ways, and knowing she has me over a barrel. Where did I put my squirt gun again? Well, not quite that. I think she is still just wonderfully happy to be home herself. I won't spoil it, yet. When she gets older and grumpier, she might understand how novelty wears faster? Sam... I wasn't going to let her go outside for a while. But this morning, she got up, walked to the door almost as if she was back to health, and begged. I really had to think about it. I let her go, but made sure to put out fresh water and food. I'll be out checking on her. If I get called to town I will be bringing her into the cave, at least until I return.
I dreamed, sometime between when the first time the alarm went off and waking. I called the V.A. about the medicine coming in. There was something about something, then the nurse put me on hold, but not a real hold she just cuffed the phone in her hand. She asked another nurse to check on combat status. The other nurse, after checking, replied "indeterminate". So the nurse speaking to me put the phone back to her ear and asked me some nonsensical question. Oddly, I knew the nonsensical answer, or one, not through knowledge, I just responded. I don't know if that answered her question, or what the whole thing truly was about, but I got what I needed. Somehow, though talking to her on the phone, I had called from the V.A. in question. After ending the call I just went to the desk, got the medications I was there after, then left. A nurse in the pharmacy, another oddity of the call (dressed in the yea olde nurse garb, with cap). Then again, she may actually have been at a clinic... Hmm... Not sure. Details are fuzzy though... Did I pick the medicines up at the clinic? Hmm... Never mind.
A little stiff and sore, but not bad for swinging my day around this quickly. The last late day, two days ago, I was sleeping until 15:00, give or take, I do believe. So waking by 9:30 this morning and 10:30 yesterday is quite a shift. Not bad for an old dog, if I napped hard yesterday. I've even been remembering my medicine. I just need to, well, call the V.A. about those medicines. There is a good chance they won't know who is delivering the goods, or how to contact them though. Oh, someone does, but someone might be on break, not working, not available, or otherwise indisposed. Not really a complaint about the V.A. mind you, a gripe about danged reality! Where's my cane so I can wave it in the air, threateningly, at no one in particular. No one is directly related to someone, by the bye, if you are into geneology and sich.
Well, later. Don't die, probably don't kill any one (also related to no one and someone) unless they sorely need it. Then do it quickly (and check their wallet, if the type that need killing often need killing because they misspent everything Zero and co. (you) gave them). Still, you never know.
To bed really early.
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I should be in bed well before 2:00 this morning. Looks like I might be able to dial it back. Having Sassy back is a great relief. Seeing Sam eat something was good. She has tried to vomit a time or two but I can't tell if that is just a hairball or if she is trying to expel something bad. She hasn't had the strength to complete it. She is staying clean though, and does eat a bit. I don't know about drinking but I will be looking at that more closely. I am hoping she will just pull out of it. These few things take a load off the mind, a bit. Sleep comes easier with a few reassurances and Sassy's return.
The thermo says 75 in here tonight. It feels much cooler. It almost feels winterish. The pickle juice may be doing it's trick. I don't conflate the two though. My chill isn't a dehydration thing. I have been drinking enough. It is something else, I just can't place it. I don't get sick often, so I don't have the lore that goes with it. I am thinking it is, if anything, the heart being a bit off, as I suggested. Never mind, I'll roll around. Perhaps what is getting Sam is getting me too? We seemed to have hit rough times at about the same time. If so I am guessing it is weather related. We are in a cool, to me, time. If it isn't health, then it is atmospheric, where the temp doesn't seem right... or such. Who knows.
I will set the alarm for 8:00 again. Hopefully I can wake well enough and early enough to make a call and check on the medicine, and if that pans out head to town to pick up my friend. Worst case scenario I just do that and hope, but go quickly. I'll see if he needs anything when I get him home, and if need be come back to town and get that and my other stuff sorted. Business, you know. But friendships first, if my health has to be tended. Juggling. But that's all good.
Good night.
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I should be in bed well before 2:00 this morning. Looks like I might be able to dial it back. Having Sassy back is a great relief. Seeing Sam eat something was good. She has tried to vomit a time or two but I can't tell if that is just a hairball or if she is trying to expel something bad. She hasn't had the strength to complete it. She is staying clean though, and does eat a bit. I don't know about drinking but I will be looking at that more closely. I am hoping she will just pull out of it. These few things take a load off the mind, a bit. Sleep comes easier with a few reassurances and Sassy's return.
The thermo says 75 in here tonight. It feels much cooler. It almost feels winterish. The pickle juice may be doing it's trick. I don't conflate the two though. My chill isn't a dehydration thing. I have been drinking enough. It is something else, I just can't place it. I don't get sick often, so I don't have the lore that goes with it. I am thinking it is, if anything, the heart being a bit off, as I suggested. Never mind, I'll roll around. Perhaps what is getting Sam is getting me too? We seemed to have hit rough times at about the same time. If so I am guessing it is weather related. We are in a cool, to me, time. If it isn't health, then it is atmospheric, where the temp doesn't seem right... or such. Who knows.
I will set the alarm for 8:00 again. Hopefully I can wake well enough and early enough to make a call and check on the medicine, and if that pans out head to town to pick up my friend. Worst case scenario I just do that and hope, but go quickly. I'll see if he needs anything when I get him home, and if need be come back to town and get that and my other stuff sorted. Business, you know. But friendships first, if my health has to be tended. Juggling. But that's all good.
Good night.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
The baby is back!
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Every few hours I have been checking and calling, since she went missing. Tonight, as it turned dark, I was just going to turn on the back light and look. In she strolled, meowling to let me know she wanted in, all the way into the kitchen, following me around as I got her a meal ready and poured fresh water. She was as happy to see me as I was to see her. I then tried to get Sam to nibble the treats but she wouldn't. Now, her tail flicked a bit with Sassy on my tail, so... I am hoping her little sister will invigorate, or irritate, her back to health. Love, it comes in many forms? Brats! But they are my brats, and I am their rascal.
As for me? Pickle juice, I think. I am hoping it clears up the dehydration without inciting the 'wet' feel. That and water on the side. If that doesn't work I'll buy a case of beer tomorrow. I told you, I have used alcohol as a curative, accidentally and purposefully. And it works more often than not. Just... so you know. I guess I became a medicine man, of sorts, for my peculiar biology, out of need. Docs often don't know shit, and won't share out what they do know for fear it will cost them a client or a court case, and psychopathogens (psych- ologists and -iatrists) know even less... far less, charlatans! Bah! So beer. Beer works in this phase, whiskey seems to make it worse. Whiskey is better for psychiatric and spiritual remedy. Well, in this hereabouts. Just a plug and pull thing, once in a while, though usual light consumption often means no larger doses. I've been lax on my beer-fu and whiskey-'ku lately though. Yum!
Later or good night.
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Every few hours I have been checking and calling, since she went missing. Tonight, as it turned dark, I was just going to turn on the back light and look. In she strolled, meowling to let me know she wanted in, all the way into the kitchen, following me around as I got her a meal ready and poured fresh water. She was as happy to see me as I was to see her. I then tried to get Sam to nibble the treats but she wouldn't. Now, her tail flicked a bit with Sassy on my tail, so... I am hoping her little sister will invigorate, or irritate, her back to health. Love, it comes in many forms? Brats! But they are my brats, and I am their rascal.
As for me? Pickle juice, I think. I am hoping it clears up the dehydration without inciting the 'wet' feel. That and water on the side. If that doesn't work I'll buy a case of beer tomorrow. I told you, I have used alcohol as a curative, accidentally and purposefully. And it works more often than not. Just... so you know. I guess I became a medicine man, of sorts, for my peculiar biology, out of need. Docs often don't know shit, and won't share out what they do know for fear it will cost them a client or a court case, and psychopathogens (psych- ologists and -iatrists) know even less... far less, charlatans! Bah! So beer. Beer works in this phase, whiskey seems to make it worse. Whiskey is better for psychiatric and spiritual remedy. Well, in this hereabouts. Just a plug and pull thing, once in a while, though usual light consumption often means no larger doses. I've been lax on my beer-fu and whiskey-'ku lately though. Yum!
Later or good night.
Sam isn't the only one off the feed bag.
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Okay, really, it's not that I can't eat. I'm just dragging around like her. I did take food and water to her, specifically. None of that was interesting to her. I tried some kitty treats, which she did take. I took food outside and called for Sassy again. No results.
As for me? I can't drink enough to feel hydrated and yet my lungs feel 'wet'. Oh, right, that stuff D.C. and foam suggested. I just haven't been to town. Tomorrow, if they release my friend from hospital prison, I'll be in. I'm not sure if it will help, I am not sure that is the problem. But there is still some oddness in the lungs, just too weak even bother trying to hack it up? Dunno. A minor down period, though I am still doing little things. Oh... wait... I have a medicine coming tomorrow that has to be signed to receive. Hmm. I will try to get up early and give them a call to know what I can do, what time they are coming. I think I had planned for afternoon, but can't swear to it. Ugh!
And, of course, the ghosts are just there, nibbling at my edges. Afraid, or two weak themselves, to face me head on, they just bite while my head is turned. Damned things anyway. Then again, I am their father.
Oh, life gets better. Like strength, my luck is dumb but brutally good. But in it's raging nature, I do lose things, if usually just long enough to know what I am missing. Time...
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Okay, really, it's not that I can't eat. I'm just dragging around like her. I did take food and water to her, specifically. None of that was interesting to her. I tried some kitty treats, which she did take. I took food outside and called for Sassy again. No results.
As for me? I can't drink enough to feel hydrated and yet my lungs feel 'wet'. Oh, right, that stuff D.C. and foam suggested. I just haven't been to town. Tomorrow, if they release my friend from hospital prison, I'll be in. I'm not sure if it will help, I am not sure that is the problem. But there is still some oddness in the lungs, just too weak even bother trying to hack it up? Dunno. A minor down period, though I am still doing little things. Oh... wait... I have a medicine coming tomorrow that has to be signed to receive. Hmm. I will try to get up early and give them a call to know what I can do, what time they are coming. I think I had planned for afternoon, but can't swear to it. Ugh!
And, of course, the ghosts are just there, nibbling at my edges. Afraid, or two weak themselves, to face me head on, they just bite while my head is turned. Damned things anyway. Then again, I am their father.
Oh, life gets better. Like strength, my luck is dumb but brutally good. But in it's raging nature, I do lose things, if usually just long enough to know what I am missing. Time...
Sure, I'm at a bit of a standstill.
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That doesn't mean the gears have shut down. I've been trying to think of a project for here at home. While I have done maintenance, I haven't actually been creative. When I finish the bathroom, and clean that room, I am going to begin planning an interior design project. One room, possibly my bedroom or this, the computer room, is the target. Nowhere near as high end, or even all at once. A piece at a time, but solid pieces. But more, a bit of paint, perhaps a bit of structure, that sort of thing. And, really, starting by creating a roadmap and then beginning on it. The whole cave would be too big to attempt at this point. So, yes, just one room. I have decided the theme. Art Deco. Oh, strange to be sure, to some folk. But it has been of interest to me for a very long time. A little fanciful period, here and gone, some say before I lived.
Not all art deco is to my taste. There are elements of it I enjoy greatly. The large structures, for example, do not work. The Empire State Building, for example, might be beautiful, in a way, from afar. If you live in it all of the charm is gone. What, seen from a distance as alluring, looked out from, to my mind, seems more as a prison. The elements of art deco I did enjoy, and still do, are the more personal, minor, and decorative touches. Take a look at hood ornaments of the period, or in that mold, if you wish for a more likely set of notions. Certainly, I do believe, it is a more manly art. I could be wrong, but that is how I have always seen it. Sure, there was Frank Lloyd Wright and Tiffany lamps for the ladies. But women always have to be thrown a bone to say we are at least trying, or so it goes. *rolls eyes* Bribery works, I suppose. Metal, glass, and wood, form wise, are where it is at for me. Not so much most of the art or forms otherwise, unless they resemble those. To be more precise about what of art deco catches my eye.
Imagine that desk, sized to my proportions, made for a
corner, with a plush chair that allowed me to recline and view, or even
nap? Just... thinking. Urhm, with an underdesk keyboard pullout, mind you.
Some pieces, potentially, over time, I might even be able to craft. Oh, it would be tricky. Bending wood takes a watertight system large enough to hold the pieces to be molded. It might even have to be large enough to curl the wood around the form in stages. The woodwork would be intricate and demanding. Though the wood working system could be somewhat shoddy so long as it worked for the short term, as this wouldn't be a business. Meaning I could cut corners and take a few more risks since the thing wouldn't be to scale, based on a loan, with a business plan demanding cutthroat tactics. Then again, and as well, minor flaws in the product would not be an issue as I would be both the maker and end user. I have been... itching for some work. Though I probably ought to put together a solar oven or two, and a bench or two, and perhaps some shop lockers, and some other (more) minor things, before even thinking of something like this. Still...
Hey, what have I got to lose in dreaming? Later.
Oh, a bit of weeding, while calling for the prodigal daughter, then going out to where I thought I heard her. I heard her when I didn't have shoes on, and she wouldn't come to me. When I went out with shoes she, or whatever cat, was gone. Sure sounded like her. Then I thinned the corn. I will wait for the turnips and kohlrabi to get a little taller, so as to have greens large enough to steam. I just hating wasting good greens, now that I have a minor taste for them. Hmm, ought to thaw some bacon to fry to add with it. Combined that is a complete meal in my book.
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That doesn't mean the gears have shut down. I've been trying to think of a project for here at home. While I have done maintenance, I haven't actually been creative. When I finish the bathroom, and clean that room, I am going to begin planning an interior design project. One room, possibly my bedroom or this, the computer room, is the target. Nowhere near as high end, or even all at once. A piece at a time, but solid pieces. But more, a bit of paint, perhaps a bit of structure, that sort of thing. And, really, starting by creating a roadmap and then beginning on it. The whole cave would be too big to attempt at this point. So, yes, just one room. I have decided the theme. Art Deco. Oh, strange to be sure, to some folk. But it has been of interest to me for a very long time. A little fanciful period, here and gone, some say before I lived.
Not all art deco is to my taste. There are elements of it I enjoy greatly. The large structures, for example, do not work. The Empire State Building, for example, might be beautiful, in a way, from afar. If you live in it all of the charm is gone. What, seen from a distance as alluring, looked out from, to my mind, seems more as a prison. The elements of art deco I did enjoy, and still do, are the more personal, minor, and decorative touches. Take a look at hood ornaments of the period, or in that mold, if you wish for a more likely set of notions. Certainly, I do believe, it is a more manly art. I could be wrong, but that is how I have always seen it. Sure, there was Frank Lloyd Wright and Tiffany lamps for the ladies. But women always have to be thrown a bone to say we are at least trying, or so it goes. *rolls eyes* Bribery works, I suppose. Metal, glass, and wood, form wise, are where it is at for me. Not so much most of the art or forms otherwise, unless they resemble those. To be more precise about what of art deco catches my eye.
Some pieces, potentially, over time, I might even be able to craft. Oh, it would be tricky. Bending wood takes a watertight system large enough to hold the pieces to be molded. It might even have to be large enough to curl the wood around the form in stages. The woodwork would be intricate and demanding. Though the wood working system could be somewhat shoddy so long as it worked for the short term, as this wouldn't be a business. Meaning I could cut corners and take a few more risks since the thing wouldn't be to scale, based on a loan, with a business plan demanding cutthroat tactics. Then again, and as well, minor flaws in the product would not be an issue as I would be both the maker and end user. I have been... itching for some work. Though I probably ought to put together a solar oven or two, and a bench or two, and perhaps some shop lockers, and some other (more) minor things, before even thinking of something like this. Still...
Hey, what have I got to lose in dreaming? Later.
Oh, a bit of weeding, while calling for the prodigal daughter, then going out to where I thought I heard her. I heard her when I didn't have shoes on, and she wouldn't come to me. When I went out with shoes she, or whatever cat, was gone. Sure sounded like her. Then I thinned the corn. I will wait for the turnips and kohlrabi to get a little taller, so as to have greens large enough to steam. I just hating wasting good greens, now that I have a minor taste for them. Hmm, ought to thaw some bacon to fry to add with it. Combined that is a complete meal in my book.
To bed early so as to wake early.
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A bit of pushing and I was to bed by 4:00. *chuckles* Well, that was earlier than yesterday. I set the alarm for 8:00, roughly woke at 7:00 then went back down. Slept roughly, reset the alarm from 8:00 to 9:00. I heard the alarm so hit the snooze a few times to wake at... 10:30? Hmm... Interesting. I hadn't heard from my friend, so I was hoping he hadn't simply expected me to be in at 10:00? I was sitting down to begin my morning report when he called. Oh, it did end up deciding to rain last night. Not sure how much but it looked sloppy wet until the sun was up for an hour or three. All good. I don't think I have to fear over-watering at this point.
They are keeping him. I should have teased him about whether he should decide that means he is big enough like a fish, good enough like a husband to a woman, or whether they just like "practicing" with him. I just wasn't awake enough. A few more minutes and he would have gotten the payload. It really is how I roll, like it or lump it, can't change it. They want to drain more water from his chest. And they say he needs a new heart valve. Heart surgery is a spooky thing, but I think he is good for it. I won't do such a thing, but that's because I am ornery. Thankfully such things wouldn't help... if I think they would still like to replace the heart. Nope! Pound sand, ain't flaying me. Then again, I don't think he will need anti-rejection drugs... though they will be opening him up. Those being my two objections. Every mannish critter has his own lines in the sand though. I'd certainly support his choice, especially if I get to watch! :p
I let Sassy out last night and forgot to let her in? I've been calling, off and on, since 7:00. I feel terrible, especially with a couple of toms around. I am keeping Sam in, for a while. She has been so tired and off her feed. I thought she was getting into poison or something. Then I thought it was the lack of sun. Now I know, after last night. A pack of toms has been around. They might be fixed though, they seem very domestic. Then again... I just didn't put two and two together, though, until this morning, really. Sam wants to go back out but that isn't happening until Sassy is in and a couple of days have passed. Blueball has a way of driving toms away. If that is their gig.
Hup, best get to trying to turn this morning awakening into something. I'm not, even now, running on full steam. Some of my problem relates to missing medicines, not taking them ""exactly"" on time. Ffffttt! My intentions are good, my pills are right here, I've been keeping them stocked, it just isn't always getting done. Although that isn't all of the problem, and might be more the result of a symptom. I'm not on my own feed bag, of various types. Something is just a wee off. I'll work through it if I can get up. I think the ghosts are drifting away, a bit, for the moment. While they weren't hammering me, their essence was draining, a little at a time, at a constant pace. It was quite wearing. Hmm... how about some cheesy mac and tuna? That puts some oats in my wood. Well, if you insist, which... knowing you you do... Okies. Later.
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A bit of pushing and I was to bed by 4:00. *chuckles* Well, that was earlier than yesterday. I set the alarm for 8:00, roughly woke at 7:00 then went back down. Slept roughly, reset the alarm from 8:00 to 9:00. I heard the alarm so hit the snooze a few times to wake at... 10:30? Hmm... Interesting. I hadn't heard from my friend, so I was hoping he hadn't simply expected me to be in at 10:00? I was sitting down to begin my morning report when he called. Oh, it did end up deciding to rain last night. Not sure how much but it looked sloppy wet until the sun was up for an hour or three. All good. I don't think I have to fear over-watering at this point.
They are keeping him. I should have teased him about whether he should decide that means he is big enough like a fish, good enough like a husband to a woman, or whether they just like "practicing" with him. I just wasn't awake enough. A few more minutes and he would have gotten the payload. It really is how I roll, like it or lump it, can't change it. They want to drain more water from his chest. And they say he needs a new heart valve. Heart surgery is a spooky thing, but I think he is good for it. I won't do such a thing, but that's because I am ornery. Thankfully such things wouldn't help... if I think they would still like to replace the heart. Nope! Pound sand, ain't flaying me. Then again, I don't think he will need anti-rejection drugs... though they will be opening him up. Those being my two objections. Every mannish critter has his own lines in the sand though. I'd certainly support his choice, especially if I get to watch! :p
I let Sassy out last night and forgot to let her in? I've been calling, off and on, since 7:00. I feel terrible, especially with a couple of toms around. I am keeping Sam in, for a while. She has been so tired and off her feed. I thought she was getting into poison or something. Then I thought it was the lack of sun. Now I know, after last night. A pack of toms has been around. They might be fixed though, they seem very domestic. Then again... I just didn't put two and two together, though, until this morning, really. Sam wants to go back out but that isn't happening until Sassy is in and a couple of days have passed. Blueball has a way of driving toms away. If that is their gig.
Hup, best get to trying to turn this morning awakening into something. I'm not, even now, running on full steam. Some of my problem relates to missing medicines, not taking them ""exactly"" on time. Ffffttt! My intentions are good, my pills are right here, I've been keeping them stocked, it just isn't always getting done. Although that isn't all of the problem, and might be more the result of a symptom. I'm not on my own feed bag, of various types. Something is just a wee off. I'll work through it if I can get up. I think the ghosts are drifting away, a bit, for the moment. While they weren't hammering me, their essence was draining, a little at a time, at a constant pace. It was quite wearing. Hmm... how about some cheesy mac and tuna? That puts some oats in my wood. Well, if you insist, which... knowing you you do... Okies. Later.
Friend's health.
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My friend ended up in the hospital. They think he had a micro heart attack, whatever that is. And he needed two more units of blood. My guess is they tried to cut corners with him, or did something experimental (cheaper), the last time he was given blood. I don't understand considering he has been doing much better lately, not having needed extra blood for many months, perhaps closing on a year. Are they already implementing Zerocare? I have seen him need new blood every few months at times I have known him. Beggars, I suppose, are not supposed to be choosers? He wants me to pick him up at the hospital tomorrow. They think they will be releasing him then. I think I can do that. He thinks mid-morning. That'll be a trick, but I can be tricky.
I did water the front lawn, then back lawn and garden. I held off doing that, but more wondering if it was going to rain. Nope, not a drop. So by 17:00 or so I just went for it. It sure looked like rain was on the way. Not a drop. We planted way too many seeds for all of the stuff planted. That means a lot of thinning. Ugh. I told my mom we only needed a seed or two for the corn. Oh no, at least three. I went with two on my side, and it is looking just as good. A waste of seed. But that isn't too much of an issue, really. Well, save for the thinning duties. Even that isn't all that bad. Something to do. On a dry day. I need to hoe a small (so far) patch of mini-weeds anyway.
Supper arrived a little late but that's never an issue. I was just about to try something. It was delicious, and included raspberry jalapeno jam, a whole jar. My word that was good. I could smell the jalapeno but not taste it. It was still quite delicious. Now, I had been thinking about food so strongly, and had purchased specialty cheeses for it, that before too long, as I started to become hungry again, I decided on some tuna cheese mac. Only I used butter, plain yogurt, gorgonzola, true feta, medium cheddar, and asiago cheeses for my sauce. I have never cooked, myself, with gorgonzola. I've used it for various things, but always cool. I have had it on pizza, but I think they sprinkled it on after baking, I think? My word. The smell of that cooked will curl nose hairs! I was wondering if I had made a huge mistake. Nope. It was delicious! A bit of hot spice, a little this, a little that. Truly delicious. Supper was better, but I won't complain about my efforts. I have a good deal of it left for lunch. I just... once I thought I would be making it? I had to try it.
Hmm... Might have to check on my friend a bit more often. Even if I just call every few days, a couple times a week? I can't do much, but if he sounds a bit off I can get him in, call his sister, something. Danged kids!
Good night.
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My friend ended up in the hospital. They think he had a micro heart attack, whatever that is. And he needed two more units of blood. My guess is they tried to cut corners with him, or did something experimental (cheaper), the last time he was given blood. I don't understand considering he has been doing much better lately, not having needed extra blood for many months, perhaps closing on a year. Are they already implementing Zerocare? I have seen him need new blood every few months at times I have known him. Beggars, I suppose, are not supposed to be choosers? He wants me to pick him up at the hospital tomorrow. They think they will be releasing him then. I think I can do that. He thinks mid-morning. That'll be a trick, but I can be tricky.
I did water the front lawn, then back lawn and garden. I held off doing that, but more wondering if it was going to rain. Nope, not a drop. So by 17:00 or so I just went for it. It sure looked like rain was on the way. Not a drop. We planted way too many seeds for all of the stuff planted. That means a lot of thinning. Ugh. I told my mom we only needed a seed or two for the corn. Oh no, at least three. I went with two on my side, and it is looking just as good. A waste of seed. But that isn't too much of an issue, really. Well, save for the thinning duties. Even that isn't all that bad. Something to do. On a dry day. I need to hoe a small (so far) patch of mini-weeds anyway.
Supper arrived a little late but that's never an issue. I was just about to try something. It was delicious, and included raspberry jalapeno jam, a whole jar. My word that was good. I could smell the jalapeno but not taste it. It was still quite delicious. Now, I had been thinking about food so strongly, and had purchased specialty cheeses for it, that before too long, as I started to become hungry again, I decided on some tuna cheese mac. Only I used butter, plain yogurt, gorgonzola, true feta, medium cheddar, and asiago cheeses for my sauce. I have never cooked, myself, with gorgonzola. I've used it for various things, but always cool. I have had it on pizza, but I think they sprinkled it on after baking, I think? My word. The smell of that cooked will curl nose hairs! I was wondering if I had made a huge mistake. Nope. It was delicious! A bit of hot spice, a little this, a little that. Truly delicious. Supper was better, but I won't complain about my efforts. I have a good deal of it left for lunch. I just... once I thought I would be making it? I had to try it.
Hmm... Might have to check on my friend a bit more often. Even if I just call every few days, a couple times a week? I can't do much, but if he sounds a bit off I can get him in, call his sister, something. Danged kids!
Good night.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Up until 5:00 or 6:00.
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Some nights sleep will not come. I was awake by 13:30 though. I need to start trying to shove things back in the day box. And it is cool, so that isn't the thing. Or, it might be part of it but in the opposite direction? For as rock solid as I can be, I can be quite delicate. Fair enough given that I really ought to be in the grave, even now. Still, irritating since I'm not dead. Gratitude is an odd thing when you have seen beyond enough to want, but also enough to know that isn't for you yet. A metaphysical sugary sour, if you like them? And I do like them. *mouth watering*
I will figure out an appointment today, water things, and such, but... Not sure how much else. It's a bit late to make it to town, so... tomorrow on that, is the hope. We are overcast, but with no real chance of rain from what I can see. It said today would have a high of 83, now 80, but I thought it said warmer before. Who knows. I should try to track that sometime. I think they keep fudging, but I'm not tracking the best. I did miss a day of medications in there, somehow. It upsets the apple cart, subtly, and over a few days. BP is good, but weight jumped again. I must be highly susceptible to water retention currently. I haven't been otherwise eating enough to gain weight. And, yeah, while my mother here I mostly did okay on my meds, save that one day I missed then doubled up to my great regret the next day. So gaining weight when she was here was simply having lots of yummy food on tap. *oink*
Life is good even if I am being a bit of a sluggard. I am keeping up on the kitty presents, of all sorts. They are easy to miss though. I do have to look for the obvious and do an occasional search. I found one in the window sill I should have just seen, don't know how long it has been there but not more than a few days. I think I have selective vision as well as selective hearing. I'm sure my dad would be proud(er). Oh yes he would. It's patria-turkey thing. Pride might go before the fall but it is juicy and tender! :p I soitenly hope Father has a sense of... humor. Or... allows for one. Booyeah. Well, He IS Father. Gotta.
Hmm, on to waking a bit. Good day.
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Mom got a call. She had a cake about to come out of the oven and some baseball games to attend this evening. We got some things straightened out, a misunderstanding (gardening, not personal). Yeah, I'll take her advice if it seems reasonable to me. I checked the garden while talking, some of the tomatoes are in minor bloom but none of the peppers seem to be blooming. The corn is actually up. What I had thought was blown cuttings was actually corn the other day, because the corn is up several inches today. Looks like I need to do a minor bit of weeding though. I may water the front lawn today, with the cloud cover preventing burn... I'm thinking on it. Probably later when it cools from what of the heat of the day there is, anyway... maybe. Gah!
Next I did set up an appointment with the heart doctor. I'll put it into my phone calender, but I am having them send a card too. My calendar does "funny" things, like forgets. I honestly do believe I am hacked. I doubt if they would erase something on purpose. But with tech as it is, it's really easy to have overlap and unintended consequences... then again, who ever knows. If, for example, one side of gov opens things up, and another side, lets say public unions (which is one of my publicly acknowledged nemesis) decides to shove a monkey wrench in the thing using the opening... hard to tell in these times. Last time, regardless of what they want to believe, I had no idea my appointment was coming up. My mother, while we talked, was my witness. I was awake all day when they would have called and didn't get a mail notice. She... snoops. :p Like I care, I don't check my mail often and I don't always do more than sort otherwise. Some one ought to enjoy all that paperwork! Later.
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Some nights sleep will not come. I was awake by 13:30 though. I need to start trying to shove things back in the day box. And it is cool, so that isn't the thing. Or, it might be part of it but in the opposite direction? For as rock solid as I can be, I can be quite delicate. Fair enough given that I really ought to be in the grave, even now. Still, irritating since I'm not dead. Gratitude is an odd thing when you have seen beyond enough to want, but also enough to know that isn't for you yet. A metaphysical sugary sour, if you like them? And I do like them. *mouth watering*
I will figure out an appointment today, water things, and such, but... Not sure how much else. It's a bit late to make it to town, so... tomorrow on that, is the hope. We are overcast, but with no real chance of rain from what I can see. It said today would have a high of 83, now 80, but I thought it said warmer before. Who knows. I should try to track that sometime. I think they keep fudging, but I'm not tracking the best. I did miss a day of medications in there, somehow. It upsets the apple cart, subtly, and over a few days. BP is good, but weight jumped again. I must be highly susceptible to water retention currently. I haven't been otherwise eating enough to gain weight. And, yeah, while my mother here I mostly did okay on my meds, save that one day I missed then doubled up to my great regret the next day. So gaining weight when she was here was simply having lots of yummy food on tap. *oink*
Life is good even if I am being a bit of a sluggard. I am keeping up on the kitty presents, of all sorts. They are easy to miss though. I do have to look for the obvious and do an occasional search. I found one in the window sill I should have just seen, don't know how long it has been there but not more than a few days. I think I have selective vision as well as selective hearing. I'm sure my dad would be proud(er). Oh yes he would. It's patria-turkey thing. Pride might go before the fall but it is juicy and tender! :p I soitenly hope Father has a sense of... humor. Or... allows for one. Booyeah. Well, He IS Father. Gotta.
Hmm, on to waking a bit. Good day.
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Mom got a call. She had a cake about to come out of the oven and some baseball games to attend this evening. We got some things straightened out, a misunderstanding (gardening, not personal). Yeah, I'll take her advice if it seems reasonable to me. I checked the garden while talking, some of the tomatoes are in minor bloom but none of the peppers seem to be blooming. The corn is actually up. What I had thought was blown cuttings was actually corn the other day, because the corn is up several inches today. Looks like I need to do a minor bit of weeding though. I may water the front lawn today, with the cloud cover preventing burn... I'm thinking on it. Probably later when it cools from what of the heat of the day there is, anyway... maybe. Gah!
Next I did set up an appointment with the heart doctor. I'll put it into my phone calender, but I am having them send a card too. My calendar does "funny" things, like forgets. I honestly do believe I am hacked. I doubt if they would erase something on purpose. But with tech as it is, it's really easy to have overlap and unintended consequences... then again, who ever knows. If, for example, one side of gov opens things up, and another side, lets say public unions (which is one of my publicly acknowledged nemesis) decides to shove a monkey wrench in the thing using the opening... hard to tell in these times. Last time, regardless of what they want to believe, I had no idea my appointment was coming up. My mother, while we talked, was my witness. I was awake all day when they would have called and didn't get a mail notice. She... snoops. :p Like I care, I don't check my mail often and I don't always do more than sort otherwise. Some one ought to enjoy all that paperwork! Later.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Well, someone's blog has been taken over by haiku!
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Hmm, yeah, but... it isn't all that bad. At least I'm not into musicals. Oops! Never mind.
Today? Woke really late, went to bed late to. La di da? Yeah. Sassy was a bit miffed at not being fed, being twitchy anyway, and then I bumped a small box off an end table. She absolutely came unglued, did a reverse clawing of my bare foot (I had just awaken), and tore out. I'm not sure if she did it on purpose but I was a little cranky about it. Now I have three rips on my bare foot, mostly across the toes. One is three to four inches, the least is a couple of inches, and they are all deep. Meh, even in spite of the being diabetic I tend to heal well... unless my heart is messing up. I'm doing good the last few days though, so... Should be fine. Brat!
I haven't done much today. As I initially said, this weekend was for resting. I had thought I would get to something or other, such as the bathroom. It just wasn't there. But it is cool. I don't know what the weatherman said, something about the 80's, but I can't believe it made it to that. If I had to guess I would say mid 70's, max, and only for a while around noon. A front has moved through. No rain, but partially cloudy and cool air on a breeze with the mix. I'm not the only one who is sleepy. Sam is just... a layabout as well. It's nice to have another middle-aged rapscallion around to temper Sassy's ambitions! Still, I enjoy both the girls for their varied ways. Mostly.
Tomorrow? Monday is it. Hmm... I am hoping to get in to swim and then visit my friend. Oh, and Church, perhaps, if I can time it right. If I can get to bed, and then wake up? Gah! That is the goal. Any work I can get done on the bathroom is a bonus, and a start for Tuesday. Well, and hopefully I'll figure out an appointment with the heart transplant clinic. I ought to keep on top of that, a bit.
I did gain weight with my mother here. I am guessing I gained at least 10 pounds. It's mostly gone now, but... I was wondering... clothes were tight, I felt a bit bigger... I wouldn't have guessed I had gained that much weight though. Can't argue with a scale? Well, you can, it... just doesn't turn out favorably. Next time I ought to watch things more carefully. She's a good cook. I don't eat but five to ten times a week on my own. Ah well... It comes off fast enough. More so when I start to get active, perhaps more than what it has been doing. I will get busy. Just hold your horses.
Later, or good night.
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Hmm, yeah, but... it isn't all that bad. At least I'm not into musicals. Oops! Never mind.
Today? Woke really late, went to bed late to. La di da? Yeah. Sassy was a bit miffed at not being fed, being twitchy anyway, and then I bumped a small box off an end table. She absolutely came unglued, did a reverse clawing of my bare foot (I had just awaken), and tore out. I'm not sure if she did it on purpose but I was a little cranky about it. Now I have three rips on my bare foot, mostly across the toes. One is three to four inches, the least is a couple of inches, and they are all deep. Meh, even in spite of the being diabetic I tend to heal well... unless my heart is messing up. I'm doing good the last few days though, so... Should be fine. Brat!
I haven't done much today. As I initially said, this weekend was for resting. I had thought I would get to something or other, such as the bathroom. It just wasn't there. But it is cool. I don't know what the weatherman said, something about the 80's, but I can't believe it made it to that. If I had to guess I would say mid 70's, max, and only for a while around noon. A front has moved through. No rain, but partially cloudy and cool air on a breeze with the mix. I'm not the only one who is sleepy. Sam is just... a layabout as well. It's nice to have another middle-aged rapscallion around to temper Sassy's ambitions! Still, I enjoy both the girls for their varied ways. Mostly.
Tomorrow? Monday is it. Hmm... I am hoping to get in to swim and then visit my friend. Oh, and Church, perhaps, if I can time it right. If I can get to bed, and then wake up? Gah! That is the goal. Any work I can get done on the bathroom is a bonus, and a start for Tuesday. Well, and hopefully I'll figure out an appointment with the heart transplant clinic. I ought to keep on top of that, a bit.
I did gain weight with my mother here. I am guessing I gained at least 10 pounds. It's mostly gone now, but... I was wondering... clothes were tight, I felt a bit bigger... I wouldn't have guessed I had gained that much weight though. Can't argue with a scale? Well, you can, it... just doesn't turn out favorably. Next time I ought to watch things more carefully. She's a good cook. I don't eat but five to ten times a week on my own. Ah well... It comes off fast enough. More so when I start to get active, perhaps more than what it has been doing. I will get busy. Just hold your horses.
Later, or good night.
Technically this was far before my time.
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But I sure enjoyed it. Hmm, you should have heard the 'older set' about it all though. Heh! I don't even know if I could, but if I can and find a woman, I'd like to be doing this with her. Hmm... Yeah.
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But I sure enjoyed it. Hmm, you should have heard the 'older set' about it all though. Heh! I don't even know if I could, but if I can and find a woman, I'd like to be doing this with her. Hmm... Yeah.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Haiku Heights - Lunch
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Another haiku contest? Why... yes. It is held at Haiku Heights. Oh, no hosting if you win. It is permanently there. If you wish to play. Oh, Raf and foam talked me into it. You know how I suffer to make these. I probably shouldn't snark that way? Go blind or something. Anyway...
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Another haiku contest? Why... yes. It is held at Haiku Heights. Oh, no hosting if you win. It is permanently there. If you wish to play. Oh, Raf and foam talked me into it. You know how I suffer to make these. I probably shouldn't snark that way? Go blind or something. Anyway...
Pity the Fool
Nothing is free. Lunch?
Spring for the check, do the work.
You get what you earn.
Haiku Monday - Yield
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Well, she is up. Over at foam's blog home the contest theme and rules are up. The theme is as noted, the rules look pretty straightforward. Yes, yes, I've already put in two. But Raf and Karl already beat me to the punch! Nice start, fun topic, go! Oh, right, while I was directing over there last time, it was because Michael had won. Okies, so she hadn't just won. Though she had won recently. I had been confused on that, a bit. And yet, if someone wins twice in a row? Oh well. :p
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Well, she is up. Over at foam's blog home the contest theme and rules are up. The theme is as noted, the rules look pretty straightforward. Yes, yes, I've already put in two. But Raf and Karl already beat me to the punch! Nice start, fun topic, go! Oh, right, while I was directing over there last time, it was because Michael had won. Okies, so she hadn't just won. Though she had won recently. I had been confused on that, a bit. And yet, if someone wins twice in a row? Oh well. :p
But It Does Work!
When she yields fully
she owns me flat out, only way-
I hate trickery?
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Wisdom or Pain
I wish to push on.
Something says no. Hushutup?
This or that way, truth.
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This Time
Three baskets only hold
half of half of half? Anyone
want a few peppers?
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Jealousy?
Ten plants, three tomatoes?
My planting math is way off!
I wonder... Neighbors?
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Neener!
She suggests we dare.
Then says, "Oh but yield to me"-
No fun there, might have to anyway?
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She suggests we dare.
Then says, "Oh but yield to me"-
No fun there, might have to anyway?
Hmm... Thinking.
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The refinancing looks okay. It is adjustable, but limited. A worst case scenario leaves me paying having the principle I would be paying on my current loan, as the loan is rebalanced every year (after the first three years). Meaning the interest is recalculated, but also the balance is recalculated. The max increase per year is 1%, the max rate is 7.5% (which would take 8 years to reach and could go no higher). At the maximum rate I would be paying $3 a month more, but paying off the loan more favorably considering the reduced loan balance recalculation. Yeah, it is looking reasonable. Possibly. I just have to check some numbers on my own to make sure the thing looks right. And check on the business. Well, that is what I am seeing up front. I'll be looking for holes in the notion over the next two weeks.
On to watering the garden. I may just start it a bit earlier, being cool as it is? That will give me a chance to water the front of the lawn a bit better this time. It's all looking pretty good though. If I am feeling up to it after that (pffftttt), I might hit the bathroom tonight yet. The bathroom won't be hard work, I just don't want to be working with fire when I am too tired. Nor can I do simple thinking well when too tired, and it's best to have simple logic at your fingertips when doing plumbing. Brainssssss! :p
Well, on to watering then dinner. Then maybe some plumbing. Later.
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Oh, the fellow that went over the loan application told me he had a new .45. He bought a Springfield XDM. It hadn't been shot. It sounds like he ran into trouble finding ammo. So... hating to think there was a virgin pistol out there somewhere, I tossed him a box, on the provision he give her a whirl as soon as he could. I offered him a rose to take to his wife, if he wanted, from my rose bush. He did. Hey, just being decent. This is, potentially big business... A few minor gifts can help keep things... kosher... if that wasn't their purpose. An unshot pistol? The thought hurt my feelings! He couldn't believe his luck. Stick around, not all is Hellfire near me, sometimes there is manna as well. The best is when you get both! Yum! *duck*
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The refinancing looks okay. It is adjustable, but limited. A worst case scenario leaves me paying having the principle I would be paying on my current loan, as the loan is rebalanced every year (after the first three years). Meaning the interest is recalculated, but also the balance is recalculated. The max increase per year is 1%, the max rate is 7.5% (which would take 8 years to reach and could go no higher). At the maximum rate I would be paying $3 a month more, but paying off the loan more favorably considering the reduced loan balance recalculation. Yeah, it is looking reasonable. Possibly. I just have to check some numbers on my own to make sure the thing looks right. And check on the business. Well, that is what I am seeing up front. I'll be looking for holes in the notion over the next two weeks.
On to watering the garden. I may just start it a bit earlier, being cool as it is? That will give me a chance to water the front of the lawn a bit better this time. It's all looking pretty good though. If I am feeling up to it after that (pffftttt), I might hit the bathroom tonight yet. The bathroom won't be hard work, I just don't want to be working with fire when I am too tired. Nor can I do simple thinking well when too tired, and it's best to have simple logic at your fingertips when doing plumbing. Brainssssss! :p
Well, on to watering then dinner. Then maybe some plumbing. Later.
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Oh, the fellow that went over the loan application told me he had a new .45. He bought a Springfield XDM. It hadn't been shot. It sounds like he ran into trouble finding ammo. So... hating to think there was a virgin pistol out there somewhere, I tossed him a box, on the provision he give her a whirl as soon as he could. I offered him a rose to take to his wife, if he wanted, from my rose bush. He did. Hey, just being decent. This is, potentially big business... A few minor gifts can help keep things... kosher... if that wasn't their purpose. An unshot pistol? The thought hurt my feelings! He couldn't believe his luck. Stick around, not all is Hellfire near me, sometimes there is manna as well. The best is when you get both! Yum! *duck*
The weather might explain some of it.
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Cool? It's just 63 currently. I don't know what it dropped to last night but tonight it is supposed to get down to 41, with a high at 73. Then temps jump into the mid 80's for four days. Then into the mid 90's. Then again they have been revising up every time I look at it while it has ended up being cooler. Weather reporting isn't exactly a science. It doesn't matter how "hard someone works" at it, unless it is repeatable and predictive it simply isn't science. It is guessing, and not the best form of it. As I have said, for the most part, I look out of my window for an overview and step out the door for a final analysis. The rest is fiction, if I do use it for general purposes and perhaps a heads up. I can't even count how many fronts we were supposed to get but didn't, or weren't supposed to get but did. I don't know how many days they have predicted the right temps but I would like to say far less than half. Then again I sort of like surprises.
I did look through my paperwork for what sales papers I am supposed to have. It turns out, unless I missed something in a double check, that I only have one of the papers. I had thought I received everything, a copy or my copy, of all the paperwork. I haven't taken a thing out, and won't. If I need a copy, the whole thing goes to the copier and is kept whole through the process. Perhaps their version of paperwork, the names they give things, are different though. Or maybe I just didn't see the name, being confused by a more prominent seeming title to the various pages. I also can't find my most recent payment stub. My mom cleaned a little too well I suspect. I don't know if it has been thrown or if it has just been put somewhere. I did look through several piles that had been saved to no good result. I'll look again, again.
This week? Probably Monday I am hoping to get to swimming, Church, and a visit to my friend. Tuesday should see me back in the bathroom. I will work that until it is done and take a day or two off if need be. Then biking/hiking to the reservoir. I need to water everything today. The sprinklers are set for the back lawn and garden, which is fine for now. I'll run those there a couple of hours, then give the front lawn an hour or so. Oh, and by the end of the week, I am hoping to have enough going to put in the last two types of peppers, if the habanero are ready, otherwise the Tai will go in. With the habanero separated, I think they might be tall enough. Though they may just go in short. I am thinking perhaps they simply have to have direct, all day, sun? I could fill in what has died out there, too, and add some tomatoes and other peppers, just to fill it out. I have quite a few extra plants, even so. I am hoping my neighbors end up wanting them. Otherwise, I suppose, I will just try to find a place for them. If I get a bumper crop I could always see if anyone is into peppers... I have an idea or two on that. Forty pepper plants and ten to fifteen tomato plants ought to produce something.
I best get to trying to hunt down a pay stub. Even if it isn't the most recent. Oh... something else? I think I need to get in and do my tax exemption on the cave. That might give me a bump back to. I didn't do that last year, so I might have two refunds coming back. They give you up to two years to apply it, not sure if I am pushing the line or not... Hup! Later.
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Cool? It's just 63 currently. I don't know what it dropped to last night but tonight it is supposed to get down to 41, with a high at 73. Then temps jump into the mid 80's for four days. Then into the mid 90's. Then again they have been revising up every time I look at it while it has ended up being cooler. Weather reporting isn't exactly a science. It doesn't matter how "hard someone works" at it, unless it is repeatable and predictive it simply isn't science. It is guessing, and not the best form of it. As I have said, for the most part, I look out of my window for an overview and step out the door for a final analysis. The rest is fiction, if I do use it for general purposes and perhaps a heads up. I can't even count how many fronts we were supposed to get but didn't, or weren't supposed to get but did. I don't know how many days they have predicted the right temps but I would like to say far less than half. Then again I sort of like surprises.
I did look through my paperwork for what sales papers I am supposed to have. It turns out, unless I missed something in a double check, that I only have one of the papers. I had thought I received everything, a copy or my copy, of all the paperwork. I haven't taken a thing out, and won't. If I need a copy, the whole thing goes to the copier and is kept whole through the process. Perhaps their version of paperwork, the names they give things, are different though. Or maybe I just didn't see the name, being confused by a more prominent seeming title to the various pages. I also can't find my most recent payment stub. My mom cleaned a little too well I suspect. I don't know if it has been thrown or if it has just been put somewhere. I did look through several piles that had been saved to no good result. I'll look again, again.
This week? Probably Monday I am hoping to get to swimming, Church, and a visit to my friend. Tuesday should see me back in the bathroom. I will work that until it is done and take a day or two off if need be. Then biking/hiking to the reservoir. I need to water everything today. The sprinklers are set for the back lawn and garden, which is fine for now. I'll run those there a couple of hours, then give the front lawn an hour or so. Oh, and by the end of the week, I am hoping to have enough going to put in the last two types of peppers, if the habanero are ready, otherwise the Tai will go in. With the habanero separated, I think they might be tall enough. Though they may just go in short. I am thinking perhaps they simply have to have direct, all day, sun? I could fill in what has died out there, too, and add some tomatoes and other peppers, just to fill it out. I have quite a few extra plants, even so. I am hoping my neighbors end up wanting them. Otherwise, I suppose, I will just try to find a place for them. If I get a bumper crop I could always see if anyone is into peppers... I have an idea or two on that. Forty pepper plants and ten to fifteen tomato plants ought to produce something.
I best get to trying to hunt down a pay stub. Even if it isn't the most recent. Oh... something else? I think I need to get in and do my tax exemption on the cave. That might give me a bump back to. I didn't do that last year, so I might have two refunds coming back. They give you up to two years to apply it, not sure if I am pushing the line or not... Hup! Later.
A little rest and one of my goals tends itself?
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Perhaps I had been pushing. Further, I kept pushing on top of it. I backed off heavily, but didn't actually back off. Then I would begin, or plan to, shove more on top of things. When I get tired, from legitimate sustained effort, perhaps taking a day or even three of rest could really help. I went to bed pretty late but woke at 8:00-ish this morning. That's been my goal for a while, but my waking was happening later. Then again it has been chill (summer cool anyway) these last few days. That might have been making waking just a bit more complicated too. Still, I really did need rest. Another day of it, maybe two.
Oh, that no longer means I just sit. I will keep up on food, dishes, the girls, a shower every other day, medicines, sitting with Sam several times throughout the day, and tinkering on smaller projects. Call it more a dialing back and down, not an off switch. Funny, this lower key approach is more than I used to do when dialed up to maximum output and pushing with all I had. Some of you have to remember that? And on top of that, it was rare I could dial it up. This is the new low. I am trying to save it for weekends or after longer pushes. Though even now I don't have anything close to complete control.
Life seems to be smoothing. Health is improving. In some ways nothing has changed but some edges have been knocked off. I still have spooks, I still have memories of things to deal with, I still have reminders of problems. They are all the same. From several other angels though, everything has changed. The severity of the winters I go through is lessening. The extremes on both sides of the thing, actually, is diminishing. It's been happening, by degrees, since my arrival. The climate is part of it, the surroundings, not being in a more corrupted part of America itself is a part of it. Here laws are pretty much what you would expect, mostly. You won't be arrested for defending yourself or others, for example.
You won't be arrested for putting the wrong thing in recycling either... unless you live in one of the more backward cities. Although with the biggest, most progressive, city politically neutered even that likelihood has decreased significantly. I don't see all of what they implemented rolling back, but then it usually takes a little time. I have seen some of the socialist attitude that 'government is right when "we" run it" disappearing. It's an attitude many state and government workers hold dearly, and try to shove in your face. Feds still hold it, but... we will see how long that is maintained. Things, if just attitudes, are changing. Not in either party, really, outside of them. Piece by piece, my guess is that the poison from that political infection will be erased. They still have public unions, for now. Bit by bit. The notion that you can be arrested for things that make absolutely no sense, that you are always under the thumb of the law should they decide to look, will go away too. That IS the progressive model, a lesser form of the terror of Stalin, or the beginning of it. Cities are rife with it and will spread it if they aren't contained, and further castrated from the power of it. *snip*
Oh, best feed the girls. They have been patient. Hmm... No. I'll wait another hour. When I wake late I feed them quickly, since it is my bad. But if I wake early I wait a bit. Otherwise they push and try to wake me earlier and earlier in order to be fed. You CAN train cats, you just have to be willing to put up with their guff. But if you play fair they do get it, if they don't always like it. :) Another hour. But they haven't been being fed until noon or later, so 10:00 is already early.
Later.
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Perhaps I had been pushing. Further, I kept pushing on top of it. I backed off heavily, but didn't actually back off. Then I would begin, or plan to, shove more on top of things. When I get tired, from legitimate sustained effort, perhaps taking a day or even three of rest could really help. I went to bed pretty late but woke at 8:00-ish this morning. That's been my goal for a while, but my waking was happening later. Then again it has been chill (summer cool anyway) these last few days. That might have been making waking just a bit more complicated too. Still, I really did need rest. Another day of it, maybe two.
Oh, that no longer means I just sit. I will keep up on food, dishes, the girls, a shower every other day, medicines, sitting with Sam several times throughout the day, and tinkering on smaller projects. Call it more a dialing back and down, not an off switch. Funny, this lower key approach is more than I used to do when dialed up to maximum output and pushing with all I had. Some of you have to remember that? And on top of that, it was rare I could dial it up. This is the new low. I am trying to save it for weekends or after longer pushes. Though even now I don't have anything close to complete control.
Life seems to be smoothing. Health is improving. In some ways nothing has changed but some edges have been knocked off. I still have spooks, I still have memories of things to deal with, I still have reminders of problems. They are all the same. From several other angels though, everything has changed. The severity of the winters I go through is lessening. The extremes on both sides of the thing, actually, is diminishing. It's been happening, by degrees, since my arrival. The climate is part of it, the surroundings, not being in a more corrupted part of America itself is a part of it. Here laws are pretty much what you would expect, mostly. You won't be arrested for defending yourself or others, for example.
You won't be arrested for putting the wrong thing in recycling either... unless you live in one of the more backward cities. Although with the biggest, most progressive, city politically neutered even that likelihood has decreased significantly. I don't see all of what they implemented rolling back, but then it usually takes a little time. I have seen some of the socialist attitude that 'government is right when "we" run it" disappearing. It's an attitude many state and government workers hold dearly, and try to shove in your face. Feds still hold it, but... we will see how long that is maintained. Things, if just attitudes, are changing. Not in either party, really, outside of them. Piece by piece, my guess is that the poison from that political infection will be erased. They still have public unions, for now. Bit by bit. The notion that you can be arrested for things that make absolutely no sense, that you are always under the thumb of the law should they decide to look, will go away too. That IS the progressive model, a lesser form of the terror of Stalin, or the beginning of it. Cities are rife with it and will spread it if they aren't contained, and further castrated from the power of it. *snip*
Oh, best feed the girls. They have been patient. Hmm... No. I'll wait another hour. When I wake late I feed them quickly, since it is my bad. But if I wake early I wait a bit. Otherwise they push and try to wake me earlier and earlier in order to be fed. You CAN train cats, you just have to be willing to put up with their guff. But if you play fair they do get it, if they don't always like it. :) Another hour. But they haven't been being fed until noon or later, so 10:00 is already early.
Later.
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