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I didn't go down until 9:00 or maybe 10:00, can't be sure. I don't even know when I woke. When there is no sleep schedule it is simply complicated to track. What I do know was that the sleep I had was superior. And, yeah, that means something. With the heat being what it is, I need good sleep. It isn't always possible, especially when on top of my lackluster ability to generally tend to myself I don't hydrate well enough. It seems I have been tending that. Last summer is an example of when all goes wrong. Getting an ac up and running is one part of it, but only a part. I am honestly surprised last summer, and some winters, didn't end up killing me all on their own. Taking care of the little things is new, a process I have come to by being on medications that seem to be improving my heart condition. That improvement allows me to scamper out of the heat, figure out how to drink and eat more, and other things. It's been years, now, for example, since I have gone without food for more than a few days, if largely in part to the beneficence of decent neighbors albeit.
The little things, food, water, temperature modulation... things most people just manage without a thought... things I have been unable to do. If things got bad, for the last few decades, I would just withdraw into myself away from whatever the source of discomfort or pain. I would suffer, but not feel the pain of these things, mostly. As I said, I am amazed I didn't seriously hurt myself through inability. It wasn't that I didn't want to improve, it is that I couldn't. I couldn't always think myself through. And when I knew what the problem was, I couldn't always do the work. That is assuming my finances weren't in such a tangle that I had money to throw at a problem. All problems generally require some money.
Each area has improved. I'm still crippled pretty good. Have no doubts there. In this latest heatwave I have been gimping a bit more. But I have everything in place to keep cooler, drink more fluid, and still tend to some of the externals like watering the plants, feeding the girls and myself a bit, and getting out once in a while. That used to be as good as things got, and they were only that good for very short times. Sam, the cat that came with the house, frightened me. I wasn't sure I could keep her properly fed and watered and otherwise tended. I won't say it was perfect, but I've done well. It started a bit rocky but I have improved a thousand fold as to surety and timeliness. I was already improved from moving out here though. And shortly after they "found" the heart problem and started dealing with it in a way that worked, roughly, improvements have increased manifold. I do, daily, what I could not have done in Iowa on my good days, even weeks sometimes, on my bad days here. It does amaze me, if there are slips. But the slips get tended, when I can finally get to it.
Hmm, the girls are reminding me it is food time. Yeah, fair enough. They give me an hour or two to wake. It's a deal we have. Then they come in and... gently nudge me off my butt. If that doesn't work they have been known to become a bit more... energetic... in reminding me. Food! Yeah, fair enough to be sure.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
A spook show, of the old type.
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While looking through upcoming trailers, I noted this one. Just the feel of it. It looks like it might be of some quality. Now, anything based on a true story? Well, yeah, whatever. They did capture something, to, that I used to have happen often, as a child. I was always told, and came to believe, that it was just me kicking in my sleep. What I do know is I feared what might be under the bed something awful. And I was, and remain, amazed at how far a 'sleep kick' could move me. I never thought that might have been real since I grew up. I was suspicious, but when it stopped happening, mostly as it still happens a few times a year but not weekly, I was able to just let it go. Then again, at 280, I might put some poor ghost's back out, should that be the cause, if it tries it now. Heh.
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While looking through upcoming trailers, I noted this one. Just the feel of it. It looks like it might be of some quality. Now, anything based on a true story? Well, yeah, whatever. They did capture something, to, that I used to have happen often, as a child. I was always told, and came to believe, that it was just me kicking in my sleep. What I do know is I feared what might be under the bed something awful. And I was, and remain, amazed at how far a 'sleep kick' could move me. I never thought that might have been real since I grew up. I was suspicious, but when it stopped happening, mostly as it still happens a few times a year but not weekly, I was able to just let it go. Then again, at 280, I might put some poor ghost's back out, should that be the cause, if it tries it now. Heh.
Oh, well, I suppose I should watch a little more closely.
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The front yard, side yard, and garden were watered well. The new plants will be reviewed tomorrow. I am terribly afraid to put out the habanero plants. They are so small compared to what was put out. I just can't see how they will make it. But... on the next day I can get to it, I will plant them. The plants I put out were bigger than the ones that were out there, but that hasn't helped them all that much. Oh well, this is an experiment and it is time. Friday, they are predicting, temps will drop from around 100 down to the low 90's/high 80's. That would be a better time to plant. If the predictions hold. It is supposed to stay in that range for a week or more. Then again, as often as they recalibrate their predictions... I guess that is the plight of the gardener and farmer. So be it.
While watering that last piece of dry ground, it seemed to be going well. Now, I did leave it on a wee long, I simply forgot. When I went out to check on it, the ground holding the sprinkler had become quite saturated and the spike had come out. It seems a bit suspicious to me, though natural events are a reasonable explanation. I may sneak water it again tomorrow, a little deeper. While it did get an area moistened that terribly needed it, it also missed most of what else needed it. I wonder if a tom might attack a sprinkler, if it was annoyed? Especially if they have figured them out and prefer to take a certain path? If I were a tom, I would figure it out. Only do it when annoyed or... hot and bothered then interrupted by a spray though.
I'm feeling pretty good tonight. Drinking more helps a bit, if not fully. It's just hot. And it isn't cooling quickly. I'd love to leave things open and go on to bed that way but it is too late. I would wake in a oven, with the heat invading. Good night, mostly. Hungry though... Hmm... Good night or later.
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The front yard, side yard, and garden were watered well. The new plants will be reviewed tomorrow. I am terribly afraid to put out the habanero plants. They are so small compared to what was put out. I just can't see how they will make it. But... on the next day I can get to it, I will plant them. The plants I put out were bigger than the ones that were out there, but that hasn't helped them all that much. Oh well, this is an experiment and it is time. Friday, they are predicting, temps will drop from around 100 down to the low 90's/high 80's. That would be a better time to plant. If the predictions hold. It is supposed to stay in that range for a week or more. Then again, as often as they recalibrate their predictions... I guess that is the plight of the gardener and farmer. So be it.
While watering that last piece of dry ground, it seemed to be going well. Now, I did leave it on a wee long, I simply forgot. When I went out to check on it, the ground holding the sprinkler had become quite saturated and the spike had come out. It seems a bit suspicious to me, though natural events are a reasonable explanation. I may sneak water it again tomorrow, a little deeper. While it did get an area moistened that terribly needed it, it also missed most of what else needed it. I wonder if a tom might attack a sprinkler, if it was annoyed? Especially if they have figured them out and prefer to take a certain path? If I were a tom, I would figure it out. Only do it when annoyed or... hot and bothered then interrupted by a spray though.
I'm feeling pretty good tonight. Drinking more helps a bit, if not fully. It's just hot. And it isn't cooling quickly. I'd love to leave things open and go on to bed that way but it is too late. I would wake in a oven, with the heat invading. Good night, mostly. Hungry though... Hmm... Good night or later.
Why the bad heart?
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There is always the notion that bad things just happen. Good, bad, neutral, it is intimated that rain will fall on all, irregardless of their sentiment or attachment or indifference to God. Satan can't actually hurt us, without God agreeing to it. Job is the one time I remember such being allowed. I don't see signs that God does this often. Some suggest, perhaps, that the Father had to turn His head so Christ could die on the cross. But that was the greatest "corruption" of evil ever. It took the most evil of things and turned it into salvation for many, most. Yeah, that wouldn't count.
In the secular way, of course, is the fact that viruses attack animals. And whether humans are to be classified as animals, or even what is and isn't human, is a different debate. Especially with biology, weak of a science as that is, coming out with new findings that it is more likely human like beings are more likely various species, or even subspecies, not one united genetic group with minor cosmetic differences. Different arguments with material that would be confusing here. Simply, our animal flesh is subject to ill effects from contact with other living things. Hmm, I should qualify that, as there is some debate about whether viruses are actually considered living. I'm not sure what they would be if they are not living. That would put them in the arena of naturally occurring nanobots. Which... opens up a whole different can of worms. One we probably don't want to head down. Because naturally occurring, itself, would become suspect rather quickly. It has been suggested nephilim tinkered with creatures, humans, and themselves, before they were erased in and at their time.
Anyway... So I got sick. As I have suggested, I do believe I had an attack before I was out of high school. Perhaps before I finished middle school. Something was wrong. I truly had to push to do much, even with a will to it. Sure, secondary all conference on a team that didn't win a game and while I wasn't planning to go to college in football. Lettering in three sports. Taking ap classes, if I... was lagging with sleep problems (still did twice as good on the standardized tests than the next best student, if grades didn't show it). The final straw, however, did occur in the Navy. On my first submarine. I had an attack of the shingles right as we were setting sail. There was no time to see the doctor on the tender and our 'doc' (a medic with combat experience) didn't have the extremely powerful antibiotics needed. He had some things, and offered what he had. But that only kept the thing, mostly, in line. My youth and strength had been enough to go on and do much until this last attack. Within three months of leaving that sub I had become non-functional. Mind to body, trying to keep up with the demands of the service, or even get out of bed regularly, deterioration became nearly complete. Nothing I did would change it. A new man, not in the good way.
Whatever others think, I have to wonder. If God did play a role, it was to slow things down. I was going so fast and so hard I couldn't have heard His call. Who knows though. It might simply have been the odds, chances taken when life is gifted. While I may not have created a career, or gone on to finish engineering school, or some other things, I did learn to appreciate quiet times. I learned to look before leaping, if often because all I can do is look. There is no leap to me from time to time. I learned to quietly reflect. I learned to trust, in some ways. How many who are unable to work are able to buy a home? I have been gifted with a bit of a life. It isn't all woe. What I lost, the potential for certain, was not replaced. But the world isn't fair. I won't say I'm happy with it all. I also wouldn't trade it, if I still hope to work through or past it. I learned too much and gained in ways I didn't think possible. I do know I had a lot fewer sins, and perceived sins, to work past because of becoming ill. And while there is confession, that doesn't... answer all. Here and there, a price. And... I do like roses, both the real and the virtual, and stop to appreciate them now. Save for pink ones. Hmm, though even those smell quite nice. And do make nice little gifts.
Dinner was good, and needed. I should move the single hose one last time. One last area of the yard needs a bit of water. The hoses are set up to my liking now, for watering again in two days. Later.
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Anyway... So I got sick. As I have suggested, I do believe I had an attack before I was out of high school. Perhaps before I finished middle school. Something was wrong. I truly had to push to do much, even with a will to it. Sure, secondary all conference on a team that didn't win a game and while I wasn't planning to go to college in football. Lettering in three sports. Taking ap classes, if I... was lagging with sleep problems (still did twice as good on the standardized tests than the next best student, if grades didn't show it). The final straw, however, did occur in the Navy. On my first submarine. I had an attack of the shingles right as we were setting sail. There was no time to see the doctor on the tender and our 'doc' (a medic with combat experience) didn't have the extremely powerful antibiotics needed. He had some things, and offered what he had. But that only kept the thing, mostly, in line. My youth and strength had been enough to go on and do much until this last attack. Within three months of leaving that sub I had become non-functional. Mind to body, trying to keep up with the demands of the service, or even get out of bed regularly, deterioration became nearly complete. Nothing I did would change it. A new man, not in the good way.
Dinner was good, and needed. I should move the single hose one last time. One last area of the yard needs a bit of water. The hoses are set up to my liking now, for watering again in two days. Later.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Ah, well, that might have been it.
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We hit 100 today. I didn't actually feel it though. Odd. I slept through some, but not all, of it. I must be acclimating? But... that would be enough to keep me grounded. Even if I didn't feel it I probably senses it a bit further on the periphery. The whole weekend is set to be fiery. Which, for me, will give me a fine opportunity to experiment out there a bit. I really need to get to town. To get my friend his medicine if nothing else. But I would like to try to go early, before it becomes fierce. Then, when back in town, perhaps take a walk out in it. Yum? Well, no. But... I need to see it. I need to see how I will do. A canteen of water, maybe something to nibble, shorts, t-shirt, small pack, and sunscreen. Well, it sounds more 'yum' than not, put the right way... That is, if I can even kick the engine over. We will see.
A few beers are hitting home this evening. Oh, but I best turn off the water. I watered late, but I've just been moving slow and off my game as well all day. I didn't have time for the the front lawn, and technically am too late for the garden. But it absolutely had to be hit. I didn't even know about the heat until just a bit ago, I just knew that it has been dry. Beer, and maybe a few more burritos. Later, maybe goodnight.
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We hit 100 today. I didn't actually feel it though. Odd. I slept through some, but not all, of it. I must be acclimating? But... that would be enough to keep me grounded. Even if I didn't feel it I probably senses it a bit further on the periphery. The whole weekend is set to be fiery. Which, for me, will give me a fine opportunity to experiment out there a bit. I really need to get to town. To get my friend his medicine if nothing else. But I would like to try to go early, before it becomes fierce. Then, when back in town, perhaps take a walk out in it. Yum? Well, no. But... I need to see it. I need to see how I will do. A canteen of water, maybe something to nibble, shorts, t-shirt, small pack, and sunscreen. Well, it sounds more 'yum' than not, put the right way... That is, if I can even kick the engine over. We will see.
A few beers are hitting home this evening. Oh, but I best turn off the water. I watered late, but I've just been moving slow and off my game as well all day. I didn't have time for the the front lawn, and technically am too late for the garden. But it absolutely had to be hit. I didn't even know about the heat until just a bit ago, I just knew that it has been dry. Beer, and maybe a few more burritos. Later, maybe goodnight.
Oh... a gardening we will go, a gardening...
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Perhaps just setting the water to rights, but that is all gardening is some days. I set the front corners of the front yard to run a bit earlier than usual. Clouds baffled the sun so the lawn was mostly in shade. An hour or two of that, then I moved that operation out back, mostly, leaving one up to hit the nearer part of the front lawn as it was browning. In another hour I will move that hose to one of the last two parts of the lawn that really needs it. Oh, well, it might be a bit of work but it is worthwhile to see the lawn green, not brown or worse. Sam, my trusty side kick, had fun walking the walk with me. Right up to where there was even a mild chance that a drop of water might land anywhere in her vicinity. She has learned that, even standing a bit behind me, while I try to aim the sprinklers, could lend to wet fur, and a lot of it. *splash* No, didn't do it on purpose but... didn't mind, either. *wolfish grin*
Every plant, in and out, is watered or on the menu. I need to pick up a ton of good grass seed this fall. There are areas that just need a touch, other areas that need a complete fill. Now, with me watering regularly, I think it has a chance. Too hot to try it in the summer. Just too hot. Oh, but it has cooled outside. I need to open the place up and get the fans situated to take in what of it I can. No need for ac. Hmm, which is on. I'll turn that over to fan. That helps a bit. The rock takes a lot to cool. Hmm... rocks, out at BMan, might be a good native way to collect heat in the day and use as footwarmers. They used to do that with fireplaces in the winter. Worked the same only no soot. Just... thinking. Hey, a 40 night after a 110 day, yeah... best to think about warmth too.
Life is good, if a little lazy until things cool a bit. More water going in, if I am still not sure I am getting enough. A bit of pickle juice, on evenings I am not sure about, and I think that will help with waking up, or at least waking up heatsick. Plus, the stuff encourages me to drink more. Hmm, no dinner. I'm going to go get me something from town. It'll be nice to be out anyway. Later.
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Perhaps just setting the water to rights, but that is all gardening is some days. I set the front corners of the front yard to run a bit earlier than usual. Clouds baffled the sun so the lawn was mostly in shade. An hour or two of that, then I moved that operation out back, mostly, leaving one up to hit the nearer part of the front lawn as it was browning. In another hour I will move that hose to one of the last two parts of the lawn that really needs it. Oh, well, it might be a bit of work but it is worthwhile to see the lawn green, not brown or worse. Sam, my trusty side kick, had fun walking the walk with me. Right up to where there was even a mild chance that a drop of water might land anywhere in her vicinity. She has learned that, even standing a bit behind me, while I try to aim the sprinklers, could lend to wet fur, and a lot of it. *splash* No, didn't do it on purpose but... didn't mind, either. *wolfish grin*
Every plant, in and out, is watered or on the menu. I need to pick up a ton of good grass seed this fall. There are areas that just need a touch, other areas that need a complete fill. Now, with me watering regularly, I think it has a chance. Too hot to try it in the summer. Just too hot. Oh, but it has cooled outside. I need to open the place up and get the fans situated to take in what of it I can. No need for ac. Hmm, which is on. I'll turn that over to fan. That helps a bit. The rock takes a lot to cool. Hmm... rocks, out at BMan, might be a good native way to collect heat in the day and use as footwarmers. They used to do that with fireplaces in the winter. Worked the same only no soot. Just... thinking. Hey, a 40 night after a 110 day, yeah... best to think about warmth too.
Life is good, if a little lazy until things cool a bit. More water going in, if I am still not sure I am getting enough. A bit of pickle juice, on evenings I am not sure about, and I think that will help with waking up, or at least waking up heatsick. Plus, the stuff encourages me to drink more. Hmm, no dinner. I'm going to go get me something from town. It'll be nice to be out anyway. Later.
A darkness or three and a prayer.
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God has the strangest way, even with animals. Odd what all He might see fit to call. I felt something when I died, each time. Even when I only should have, there was a presence. The Master. He hadn't called me home yet, on this plain, didn't know Him well enough to recognize my own Father.
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God has the strangest way, even with animals. Odd what all He might see fit to call. I felt something when I died, each time. Even when I only should have, there was a presence. The Master. He hadn't called me home yet, on this plain, didn't know Him well enough to recognize my own Father.
Uhrm, huh?
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I slept until late, after getting back to bed. A call. Today was the day to sign the paperwork. The lady was, patiently, waiting. Outside, in the heat in her car. Ugh. But I had to have a shower! I could smell me. The heat really does unpleasant things to the body. So, very quickly a shower. Then dressing and rough grooming. I invited her to park her car in the shade, would do that for any. I won't be going anywhere, and if need be could get around a vehicle in my drive anyway.
I am feeling better. But the heat is weighing in again. The woman suggested heat will be coming down, soon, from what she heard. Down to 90 or so. As cool as my home stays, compared to the outdoors, that means into the 70's inside, usually. My home does seem to keep it 15-20 degrees cooler in here. I had thought maybe in the blast furnace heat wave that perhaps that wasn't so true lately. But stepping outside and I realize it really is a lot cooler indoors. So, yeah, probably. It's just that the 80's aren't exactly cool.
Today? Not much work, probably. If I catch a bit of cool I would like to work on the bathroom, soon. It will happen. I just need to catch my breath. Which I will do. Especially if I keep up on water consumption. I do need to water the lawn and garden today. I will probably reset the sprinklers before long, so as to just flip the switch when everything is shaded. I am hitting the various corners, and it is required. I suppose I could get more hoses and more sprinklers. With a four spigot attachment to the hydrant, which works wonderfully, I would be able to keep the sprinklers in place, not having to readjust everything for each move would be nice. And... everything could get watered, more quickly... Yeah, I'm trying to talk myself into a bit more of an expense. Four or five hoses, three more sprinklers... less than a hundred but a hundred... or seventy five... is still money out. Bleh. If I do it, it will be more to keep things from browning in the interim of watering, as it is doing now. I just won't water in direct sun, I don't want to run them all night, and the time slots are difficult. Hot, I say... While I am out, I might as well water what is shaded, the flowers and such. Still hot, but the flowers sit so as to be shaded by early afternoon. Should be cool enough by now.
Later.
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I slept until late, after getting back to bed. A call. Today was the day to sign the paperwork. The lady was, patiently, waiting. Outside, in the heat in her car. Ugh. But I had to have a shower! I could smell me. The heat really does unpleasant things to the body. So, very quickly a shower. Then dressing and rough grooming. I invited her to park her car in the shade, would do that for any. I won't be going anywhere, and if need be could get around a vehicle in my drive anyway.
I am feeling better. But the heat is weighing in again. The woman suggested heat will be coming down, soon, from what she heard. Down to 90 or so. As cool as my home stays, compared to the outdoors, that means into the 70's inside, usually. My home does seem to keep it 15-20 degrees cooler in here. I had thought maybe in the blast furnace heat wave that perhaps that wasn't so true lately. But stepping outside and I realize it really is a lot cooler indoors. So, yeah, probably. It's just that the 80's aren't exactly cool.
Today? Not much work, probably. If I catch a bit of cool I would like to work on the bathroom, soon. It will happen. I just need to catch my breath. Which I will do. Especially if I keep up on water consumption. I do need to water the lawn and garden today. I will probably reset the sprinklers before long, so as to just flip the switch when everything is shaded. I am hitting the various corners, and it is required. I suppose I could get more hoses and more sprinklers. With a four spigot attachment to the hydrant, which works wonderfully, I would be able to keep the sprinklers in place, not having to readjust everything for each move would be nice. And... everything could get watered, more quickly... Yeah, I'm trying to talk myself into a bit more of an expense. Four or five hoses, three more sprinklers... less than a hundred but a hundred... or seventy five... is still money out. Bleh. If I do it, it will be more to keep things from browning in the interim of watering, as it is doing now. I just won't water in direct sun, I don't want to run them all night, and the time slots are difficult. Hot, I say... While I am out, I might as well water what is shaded, the flowers and such. Still hot, but the flowers sit so as to be shaded by early afternoon. Should be cool enough by now.
Later.
Haiku Monday - Independence
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Aunty is up with the contest. The theme, as noted, is "Independence". The rest of the rules are there. Go, write your heart out. Oh, yes, I... put a few in right away. I try to do that because of fishy, actually. And she probably thought I sluffed on all of her history lesson regarding Haiku Monday. Sure, I still put my theme up early, but for others. For my part, I do put some haiku in right on the spot. Negotiations with notions, fishy, it's as good as this old coot gets.
Ah, here they are:
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Aunty is up with the contest. The theme, as noted, is "Independence". The rest of the rules are there. Go, write your heart out. Oh, yes, I... put a few in right away. I try to do that because of fishy, actually. And she probably thought I sluffed on all of her history lesson regarding Haiku Monday. Sure, I still put my theme up early, but for others. For my part, I do put some haiku in right on the spot. Negotiations with notions, fishy, it's as good as this old coot gets.
Ah, here they are:
Free Lunch?
Freedom is given.
Responsibility? Price-
Live long and prosper.
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Oh ugh.
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Four hours of sleep was okay but... I simply couldn't sleep longer. It was cool enough, just... I think I haven't been drinking enough as is. A bit of heat sickness has struck. Minor aches and pains, general discomfort, a minor headache, and such. More water, faster! Hmm, along with pickle juice and aspirin. Ugh! For sure.
The hope is to tinker a bit and figure out how to get back to bed for a bit. Later.
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Four hours of sleep was okay but... I simply couldn't sleep longer. It was cool enough, just... I think I haven't been drinking enough as is. A bit of heat sickness has struck. Minor aches and pains, general discomfort, a minor headache, and such. More water, faster! Hmm, along with pickle juice and aspirin. Ugh! For sure.
The hope is to tinker a bit and figure out how to get back to bed for a bit. Later.
Monday, July 1, 2013
A bite to eat, then had to let it settle, now bed.
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Beans and burger, it's what I have been munching for a bit now. It's easy, fast to fix, easy to reheat, and I love it. I was getting a little weary of it. Then I ran out of soft shell tortillas and used bread instead. Oddly, that simple exchange helped me enjoy the last meals of it as if it was a new entree type. The heat has done a number and I do need sleep. It is still 78 or so outdoors! Bleh. Good night.
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Beans and burger, it's what I have been munching for a bit now. It's easy, fast to fix, easy to reheat, and I love it. I was getting a little weary of it. Then I ran out of soft shell tortillas and used bread instead. Oddly, that simple exchange helped me enjoy the last meals of it as if it was a new entree type. The heat has done a number and I do need sleep. It is still 78 or so outdoors! Bleh. Good night.
The heat is beastly.
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The weatherman I listened to last suggest that the heat is here for another week or so. And while I have been coping, it does slowly beat me down. Hey, but it's not like it is crushing me. Without the ac though it would be. When I need a touch, or lot, of cool, it can be had. I don't always need it just when it is available. Oh, sure, I can use the ac just at night, but at this point... why? Burning Man is only a week, and has actually cold nights to reset the clocks. The lows are dipping to the low 60's, but I can't get that in the cave, just can't pull it in. Hmm... I wonder about making the front and back wall removable? Still might not help with all the stonework and long sunny days.
I was surprised at Sam. Even with food and water outside she decided that indoors was better. I think even she is weary of the heat. She followed me out to water the plants and such. Usually she just stays out. Not today. Then again there might have been a critter around that she didn't like, at least with me not being out with her. I've not seen that before though. I just love the ways cats can stretch out and snooze. On my electric piano, on me if it's cool enough, on the floor. They just stretch out and - *lounge*
I probably won't get to much. It's just a bit warm. Oh, I know, some of you tinker all the time, even in heat. My main problem is the only place I can really keep cool is the bedroom. I suppose if I redo that room I might consider putting a desk in there, for summer computing. Just a thought. That way I actually can cool down while... tinkering in this way. So many ideas, so few dollars, and everything costs. I am becoming creative though. I might just build something myself. Nothing fancy, but desk that folds up for winter, out for summer, and a desk for the corner out here. The views are to die for. I will lose those at a potential bedroom desk though. Can't have it all, all of the time.
Bleh. Yeah, this heat is becoming annoying. Although... it's sort of nice to have things slow down, for natural reasons, from time to time. Gives me the time to smell the roses. I've learned how to enjoy down times, no reason to waste such an understanding. Later. Maybe goodnight?
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The weatherman I listened to last suggest that the heat is here for another week or so. And while I have been coping, it does slowly beat me down. Hey, but it's not like it is crushing me. Without the ac though it would be. When I need a touch, or lot, of cool, it can be had. I don't always need it just when it is available. Oh, sure, I can use the ac just at night, but at this point... why? Burning Man is only a week, and has actually cold nights to reset the clocks. The lows are dipping to the low 60's, but I can't get that in the cave, just can't pull it in. Hmm... I wonder about making the front and back wall removable? Still might not help with all the stonework and long sunny days.
I probably won't get to much. It's just a bit warm. Oh, I know, some of you tinker all the time, even in heat. My main problem is the only place I can really keep cool is the bedroom. I suppose if I redo that room I might consider putting a desk in there, for summer computing. Just a thought. That way I actually can cool down while... tinkering in this way. So many ideas, so few dollars, and everything costs. I am becoming creative though. I might just build something myself. Nothing fancy, but desk that folds up for winter, out for summer, and a desk for the corner out here. The views are to die for. I will lose those at a potential bedroom desk though. Can't have it all, all of the time.
Trying to figure things out.
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While I am doing this and that, I'm not getting to the meat of problems. And those things are stacking up again. I just can't quite swing over to the better side right now. I'm... thinking on it. It's like being raised getting in the saddle on the right and being forced by situations to sit the saddle from the 'wrong' side. Something is just going against the grain. I'm... working on it. Is it the heat? Maybe. Something about high environmental heat, or cold, and the body just... slows down. It isn't a bad thing, it's a natural inclination, like most will run from fires and gunshots. Training allows some men to go in when others leave. I once had that. Some of which was a vestige of youth that frays in any case. Still, I've got my eye on the ball. I merely hope reflexes prevent a black eye, or two? :p
I feel great, just not that active. Sleep is a little messy as the heat rages. It takes so long for me to cool. At least with the ac going I cool fine. At Burning Man there will be the nights. Shorts and a wet down in the night air will work if nothing else. Once I recapture my cool sleep is easy. The thing is, I then want to enjoy decent temps. You all know the gig? Still, I have actually been... enjoying the heat? Well, actually, yes. So long as I can cool off with the ac, while sleeping, to sustain sleep, and sometimes just an hour or two of runtime during the day. I am amazed, really. Then again, this isn't the humid heat that had added to the wet feel of my lungs in Iowa. And I am healthier, all around.
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While I am doing this and that, I'm not getting to the meat of problems. And those things are stacking up again. I just can't quite swing over to the better side right now. I'm... thinking on it. It's like being raised getting in the saddle on the right and being forced by situations to sit the saddle from the 'wrong' side. Something is just going against the grain. I'm... working on it. Is it the heat? Maybe. Something about high environmental heat, or cold, and the body just... slows down. It isn't a bad thing, it's a natural inclination, like most will run from fires and gunshots. Training allows some men to go in when others leave. I once had that. Some of which was a vestige of youth that frays in any case. Still, I've got my eye on the ball. I merely hope reflexes prevent a black eye, or two? :p
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Early or late start, no matter.
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While I did start late, there is simply a limit to what I can do. I hit that limit and kept going for a bit. I wanted a break after filling the Serrano peppers in, replacing dead and putting in even more to make a complete Serrano pepper block. Then on to tomatoes. Same game plan. Finally to jalapenos, same as the others. Then I set the water. While it was set up, I wanted a different arrangement, as I was looking at it all, so as to get a part of my lawn that really needed it. Sometimes, no matter how many hose or sprinklers you have going, there is just so much reach.
Sam came in with me when I finished. She probably thinks it is supper time. Then again she isn't begging, so perhaps she was just done with the day for the moment. No doubt, when it cools a bit, she may wish to go out. If Sassy wishes to join her, finally, I will let her. I think, for a while, I will only be letting Sassy out when Sam goes out. Sassy can't always "find" the door, but if Sam is coming in she follows her without issue. Silly girl. Oh, and Sam knows how to tell me it's time to come in. Sassy is a little... shy that way. *scratch - bank - whack - on screen door* MEOW! Repeat as necessary. Voila!
Teh Sweating Buddha, at your service!
Almost done. I just moved the hoses to water the front and side lawn. An hour, maybe two? I'm not really sure how long to water to be absolutely honest. With the hot days, perhaps longer. Though who knows if that is actually needed, useful, or good. I really ought to do my own research. All for green grass? Well... yes. And a nod to social norms, civil expectations, and really, just for the sake of green grass. It's good to have plush nature in which to bury a bare foot or two, from time to time. And it is cooling, probably in a number of ways. One more trip outside, to turn off the water in a bit. I did wear out, but not to the sort of exhaustion that is unrecoverable. I'll be better in a few hours, after finishing. Hmm, more water would be good though. Yeah, I sort of like this gardening stuff. Oh... Best remember to water the roses and other plants to. Yes indeed. I can water those things on off days, and might if they seem droopy, should I happen to notice. Otherwise every other day and at night, like the rest. Yum!
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While I did start late, there is simply a limit to what I can do. I hit that limit and kept going for a bit. I wanted a break after filling the Serrano peppers in, replacing dead and putting in even more to make a complete Serrano pepper block. Then on to tomatoes. Same game plan. Finally to jalapenos, same as the others. Then I set the water. While it was set up, I wanted a different arrangement, as I was looking at it all, so as to get a part of my lawn that really needed it. Sometimes, no matter how many hose or sprinklers you have going, there is just so much reach.
Sam came in with me when I finished. She probably thinks it is supper time. Then again she isn't begging, so perhaps she was just done with the day for the moment. No doubt, when it cools a bit, she may wish to go out. If Sassy wishes to join her, finally, I will let her. I think, for a while, I will only be letting Sassy out when Sam goes out. Sassy can't always "find" the door, but if Sam is coming in she follows her without issue. Silly girl. Oh, and Sam knows how to tell me it's time to come in. Sassy is a little... shy that way. *scratch - bank - whack - on screen door* MEOW! Repeat as necessary. Voila!
Teh Sweating Buddha, at your service!
Almost done. I just moved the hoses to water the front and side lawn. An hour, maybe two? I'm not really sure how long to water to be absolutely honest. With the hot days, perhaps longer. Though who knows if that is actually needed, useful, or good. I really ought to do my own research. All for green grass? Well... yes. And a nod to social norms, civil expectations, and really, just for the sake of green grass. It's good to have plush nature in which to bury a bare foot or two, from time to time. And it is cooling, probably in a number of ways. One more trip outside, to turn off the water in a bit. I did wear out, but not to the sort of exhaustion that is unrecoverable. I'll be better in a few hours, after finishing. Hmm, more water would be good though. Yeah, I sort of like this gardening stuff. Oh... Best remember to water the roses and other plants to. Yes indeed. I can water those things on off days, and might if they seem droopy, should I happen to notice. Otherwise every other day and at night, like the rest. Yum!
Weeding and aerating out of the way.
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It looks so easy. Much of the time I was even in the evening shade. The hoe is light, to me. I can barely tell I am holding it. And yet the job wore me down. An half hour of little movements and I needed a rest. I sat with Sam for a bit, outside. Beside it being a stepping stone cool down platform, giving my golden girl her dues is like a rose that blooms through the snow. I had hoped to be done much more quickly, but these things do take time. Thought is not action, yet. I still want to plant before starting the water. Who knows how long that will take. Now, that means I'll be watering outside of the "official times", especially since the front yard absolutely has to be watered. All good.
It is still hot. I would say it is in the 90's, if not still 100. But... that is me. The weather station says it is 95 now, so yeah. I look like I just came out of the gym. I'll definitely need a shower tonight. Ah, but it is good to be out working. I've been lumping it lately, and I truly hate that. I was born to do. If all I can do is minor plumbing, a bit of gardening, and writing a blog, then I want to get to it. Another half hour, a bit of blog looking, then I have to get to planting. Later.
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It looks so easy. Much of the time I was even in the evening shade. The hoe is light, to me. I can barely tell I am holding it. And yet the job wore me down. An half hour of little movements and I needed a rest. I sat with Sam for a bit, outside. Beside it being a stepping stone cool down platform, giving my golden girl her dues is like a rose that blooms through the snow. I had hoped to be done much more quickly, but these things do take time. Thought is not action, yet. I still want to plant before starting the water. Who knows how long that will take. Now, that means I'll be watering outside of the "official times", especially since the front yard absolutely has to be watered. All good.
It is still hot. I would say it is in the 90's, if not still 100. But... that is me. The weather station says it is 95 now, so yeah. I look like I just came out of the gym. I'll definitely need a shower tonight. Ah, but it is good to be out working. I've been lumping it lately, and I truly hate that. I was born to do. If all I can do is minor plumbing, a bit of gardening, and writing a blog, then I want to get to it. Another half hour, a bit of blog looking, then I have to get to planting. Later.
Slept through the day.
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That's fine. I still needed it. I'm up early enough to do some tinkering in the garden before I let loose the water. Just a bit of hoeing, possibly some planting, and this and that. Sleep was good and needed. There were dreams in there if none were saved to the thumb drive. Nothing fancy, just the usual fun little things of the mind. Probably more in line with friendly talking fireflies than my greatest fears, enemies, and hungers unleashed. I enjoy these to.
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That's fine. I still needed it. I'm up early enough to do some tinkering in the garden before I let loose the water. Just a bit of hoeing, possibly some planting, and this and that. Sleep was good and needed. There were dreams in there if none were saved to the thumb drive. Nothing fancy, just the usual fun little things of the mind. Probably more in line with friendly talking fireflies than my greatest fears, enemies, and hungers unleashed. I enjoy these to.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
It might have been late...
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But it wasn't too late. It was unnecessary but not too late. At 15:00 I started plotting, at 16:00 I started figuring. Before 17:00 I was on my way. The pharmacy doesn't close until 18:00, so if we pushed it would be fine. Thing is he picked up his medicine yesterday. Someone else took him. He turned off his phone today. I think he was a little miffed. Thought I had simply blown him off. He was happy enough to see me anyway, mostly... or got over being mad quickly enough. He wanted a magazine for one of his pistols and knew where one might be. So off we went. Then to the store for a few of my goodies, then to the gas station for fuel and a car wash. Nothing fancy but I think he enjoyed the little escape. A day late, a dollar short, or both at times, I told him. But I'll do what I can, and did. He suggested that he believes I care, and that's more than most, so it will do... he suspects. All good.
Hot, but... not. It was 100, at least, most of the time I was in town, if I had to guess. Hot indeed. But I didn't mind it, so long as I had water, and an occasional spot in which to shade. It just wasn't all that bad. While I was wearing shorts, they are the heavier true cargo shorts. Wool socks and hiking boots on my toots, and a thicker black polo. I wasn't exactly dressed for cool. But I did have my canteen with. Yeah, a mouthful of water here and there sure makes it easier. Tomorrow I will be resting. If I don't have to, or have anything real going on, no reason to stress. I may mess in the garden, finish some planting, replanting, do a bit of hoeing, and set the water up for later. Hmm, the water is probably mostly already set up, I only have one hose to move a bit. My grass is looking green not brown, not a bad thing.
I'd like to see my plants do more. My mother suggested hoeing around the base of them before watering. I just don't see that helping all that much but I'll give it a shot. At worst it really can't hurt. And I'll be out there working a few minor weed patches anyway, and planting much of what I have left. More tomatoes will go in, the peppers that I have kept in trying to get bigger will just have to fly or die as well. I do believe I will try to work some in the sun. The sunscreen will get a workout. Oh, and I'll refill the canteen and keep it with. Just a spot every 15 to 30 minutes does a body good. It's supposed to be in the 100 range again tomorrow. Which is fine. I need to get used to being a firecracker.
Later.
Oh, so you don't have to go digging for it:
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But it wasn't too late. It was unnecessary but not too late. At 15:00 I started plotting, at 16:00 I started figuring. Before 17:00 I was on my way. The pharmacy doesn't close until 18:00, so if we pushed it would be fine. Thing is he picked up his medicine yesterday. Someone else took him. He turned off his phone today. I think he was a little miffed. Thought I had simply blown him off. He was happy enough to see me anyway, mostly... or got over being mad quickly enough. He wanted a magazine for one of his pistols and knew where one might be. So off we went. Then to the store for a few of my goodies, then to the gas station for fuel and a car wash. Nothing fancy but I think he enjoyed the little escape. A day late, a dollar short, or both at times, I told him. But I'll do what I can, and did. He suggested that he believes I care, and that's more than most, so it will do... he suspects. All good.
Hot, but... not. It was 100, at least, most of the time I was in town, if I had to guess. Hot indeed. But I didn't mind it, so long as I had water, and an occasional spot in which to shade. It just wasn't all that bad. While I was wearing shorts, they are the heavier true cargo shorts. Wool socks and hiking boots on my toots, and a thicker black polo. I wasn't exactly dressed for cool. But I did have my canteen with. Yeah, a mouthful of water here and there sure makes it easier. Tomorrow I will be resting. If I don't have to, or have anything real going on, no reason to stress. I may mess in the garden, finish some planting, replanting, do a bit of hoeing, and set the water up for later. Hmm, the water is probably mostly already set up, I only have one hose to move a bit. My grass is looking green not brown, not a bad thing.
Later.
Oh, so you don't have to go digging for it:
(Roughly to my girls. Cat girls.)
Fang, tooth, fur and tail,
You spook, hiss, bite, and claw. Mean-
Love is mutual.
You spook, hiss, bite, and claw. Mean-
Love is mutual.
Natural sleep.
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Luscious. Some of the best sleep I have had in a very long time was had today. Somewhere between early morning and early afternoon. I didn't set an alarm, I didn't try to go to bed early, I didn't psychically aim at a waking at any time. Oddly, while I had used the ac to cool of my room deeply, I didn't keep it running. The fan, sure, but... Anyway... I woke at 15:00, just about on the tick of the tick-tock. I felt, and still feel, good. I'm awake, now. Right now, and from the time my conscious lungs inhaled first air. Yum!
I called the pharmacy. They are open. I tried to call my friend but his phone said he wasn't available, in an odd way. I'll try again at 16:00. If he still isn't available I will simply shower, shave, dress, and head in. Perhaps he needs a new phone card. It's easy to lose track of that when you are ill. Lordy knows I understand that and my friend has been very ill. He's already looking and sounding better than I have been. Though with a little sleep under my belt, a new nephilim war is sounding delicious. Teh bother(tm). Those days are gone and I have another Master and different priorities these days. Still, the bloodlust, among other natural intents, veritably brims at times when health waxes. Never le minde.
Hmm, make it 4:30.
I'm hungry, to, like a bear. Or more, I could eat a bear. Yes, I think that is it. New life is always ravenous. Remember those dreams where you run from something? Have you ever dreamed you are the thing chasing? Yum! The thing is, most run so dang fast. Then again, it isn't their dream flesh that is delicious.
Anywhile... Yeah, a few tunes, a shower, grooming and dressing, and a quick drive. A day late, as always, but... good for it when I can get to it. Later.
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Luscious. Some of the best sleep I have had in a very long time was had today. Somewhere between early morning and early afternoon. I didn't set an alarm, I didn't try to go to bed early, I didn't psychically aim at a waking at any time. Oddly, while I had used the ac to cool of my room deeply, I didn't keep it running. The fan, sure, but... Anyway... I woke at 15:00, just about on the tick of the tick-tock. I felt, and still feel, good. I'm awake, now. Right now, and from the time my conscious lungs inhaled first air. Yum!
I called the pharmacy. They are open. I tried to call my friend but his phone said he wasn't available, in an odd way. I'll try again at 16:00. If he still isn't available I will simply shower, shave, dress, and head in. Perhaps he needs a new phone card. It's easy to lose track of that when you are ill. Lordy knows I understand that and my friend has been very ill. He's already looking and sounding better than I have been. Though with a little sleep under my belt, a new nephilim war is sounding delicious. Teh bother(tm). Those days are gone and I have another Master and different priorities these days. Still, the bloodlust, among other natural intents, veritably brims at times when health waxes. Never le minde.
Hmm, make it 4:30.
I'm hungry, to, like a bear. Or more, I could eat a bear. Yes, I think that is it. New life is always ravenous. Remember those dreams where you run from something? Have you ever dreamed you are the thing chasing? Yum! The thing is, most run so dang fast. Then again, it isn't their dream flesh that is delicious.
Anywhile... Yeah, a few tunes, a shower, grooming and dressing, and a quick drive. A day late, as always, but... good for it when I can get to it. Later.
Heiku Heights - Firefly
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I'm not sure if the contest presenter realizes, but the firefly is disappearing. Not just in America, you haters, but around the world. At least the scientists are on it. Next will come the politicians and judges. All the king's men and such. I'm glad I'm not considered endangered. They would ensure demise.
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I'm not sure if the contest presenter realizes, but the firefly is disappearing. Not just in America, you haters, but around the world. At least the scientists are on it. Next will come the politicians and judges. All the king's men and such. I'm glad I'm not considered endangered. They would ensure demise.
Inspired by the theme at
Friday, June 28, 2013
Yeah, well, it all looks good until your feet won't move.
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The idea was good. The plan was simple. All it required was a shower, dressing, and a short drive. All that required was me standing up, setting out some clothes, and walking into the bathroom, setting up the water then getting in. Somewhere between mass, gravity, and lack of intellectual cohesion, none of that happened. So, here I sit. I think the pharmacy will be open tomorrow. I hope. I think it is too late now. That is as good as it gets some days. I have been pushing my body for some time, against it's decided ways, sleeping at the wrong times, being awake at the wrong times. Not even the napping really worked. Ugh. I'll... figure it out. Still, it was fun to just push the cart ahead of the donkey. I know I can still do it. A little more constant stimulus and doing it more often would be a breeze, for a while. Then I would just sleep for a day, at some point. You should have seen me in my prime.
The preternatural might deserve deviant burials. At least I don't think they will put a stone in my mouth or a stake through my heart or simply remove my organs, though and again with cremation possible in these times that may be good enough for their minds. I did wonder why some of my kin were so keen on my interest in such. *grins* Then again, like I care. If my spirit roams it won't return to fetid flesh in any case. Boo!
I did have enough going to prep a few burritos. Just a bit of fuel for the tank. Now I have to let that settle. Without a trip to town I may tinker on the w.heater tonight. Well, when the day truly begins to cool off. Oh, and I ought to water. I'll put something on so as to not excite or anger the neighbors then set up the sprinklers so that a pull of the handle will see to the start of the thing. With having to change placement, then get the sprinklers aimed just so it can take an half hour to set the things up. I'll still have to spend a bit of time messing with the aim when I start, but when in place, that cuts most of the hassle. Might as well water the other other stuff too.
My body has ironed out most of the kinks from the odd sleep. A few kinks left but that is the price for pushing. Hmm, maybe my mother simply displaced the varian root stuff to her bedroom? Oh, and, if she stole it outright? No problem. First... women are thieves. Don't take that as a judgment or scourging, just understand it's... a part of how they have always worked, a natural thing... and... something I sort of enjoy. She's your woman, mother, sister, love or such, when she feels free to do so. Second, in this particular case, if she stole, she more than earned it. I just wish, if she did, she would tell me so I could have, or known to have, replaced it. Then again, she might just have forgotten. Or... told me when I wasn't listening... gah!
Oh, an oddity? I almost never have a search lead to site visits here. The only one I have seen, in ages, was a search for my blog address, which... doesn't count, in my book. I have my blog set up to not show up in searches though to, for whatever that really means.
Later.
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The idea was good. The plan was simple. All it required was a shower, dressing, and a short drive. All that required was me standing up, setting out some clothes, and walking into the bathroom, setting up the water then getting in. Somewhere between mass, gravity, and lack of intellectual cohesion, none of that happened. So, here I sit. I think the pharmacy will be open tomorrow. I hope. I think it is too late now. That is as good as it gets some days. I have been pushing my body for some time, against it's decided ways, sleeping at the wrong times, being awake at the wrong times. Not even the napping really worked. Ugh. I'll... figure it out. Still, it was fun to just push the cart ahead of the donkey. I know I can still do it. A little more constant stimulus and doing it more often would be a breeze, for a while. Then I would just sleep for a day, at some point. You should have seen me in my prime.
The preternatural might deserve deviant burials. At least I don't think they will put a stone in my mouth or a stake through my heart or simply remove my organs, though and again with cremation possible in these times that may be good enough for their minds. I did wonder why some of my kin were so keen on my interest in such. *grins* Then again, like I care. If my spirit roams it won't return to fetid flesh in any case. Boo!
I did have enough going to prep a few burritos. Just a bit of fuel for the tank. Now I have to let that settle. Without a trip to town I may tinker on the w.heater tonight. Well, when the day truly begins to cool off. Oh, and I ought to water. I'll put something on so as to not excite or anger the neighbors then set up the sprinklers so that a pull of the handle will see to the start of the thing. With having to change placement, then get the sprinklers aimed just so it can take an half hour to set the things up. I'll still have to spend a bit of time messing with the aim when I start, but when in place, that cuts most of the hassle. Might as well water the other other stuff too.
My body has ironed out most of the kinks from the odd sleep. A few kinks left but that is the price for pushing. Hmm, maybe my mother simply displaced the varian root stuff to her bedroom? Oh, and, if she stole it outright? No problem. First... women are thieves. Don't take that as a judgment or scourging, just understand it's... a part of how they have always worked, a natural thing... and... something I sort of enjoy. She's your woman, mother, sister, love or such, when she feels free to do so. Second, in this particular case, if she stole, she more than earned it. I just wish, if she did, she would tell me so I could have, or known to have, replaced it. Then again, she might just have forgotten. Or... told me when I wasn't listening... gah!
Oh, an oddity? I almost never have a search lead to site visits here. The only one I have seen, in ages, was a search for my blog address, which... doesn't count, in my book. I have my blog set up to not show up in searches though to, for whatever that really means.
Later.
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