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So much for plans. I needed, or took anyway, more of a rest than intended. So when I got back out I had slim choices. I could finish planting and doing more weeding, but all at once, or I needed to bring the plants back in. Another 45 minutes of weeding and then I went ahead and finished planting. I still have some of the green growies in with me, either not big enough, or extra. It should be good for a minor later planting or replanting though. I should say, my crops aren't overcome by weeds, I am merely hitting areas, mostly open areas. The weeds there were coming in thick. I had been just hitting the weeds near the crop plants. I don't, technically, need to do weeding where I am doing it. Or, didn't think so. I decided to plant in that area, though, so it actually worked out. Mostly I thought it would limit my watering area, where I planted. And besides, I had just spent two to three hours clearing the area! Might as well use it. If they cross pollinate, oh well. Live and learn. Oh, the water timer runs on 2 AA, not a good sign I think. It means it will eat batteries I think. If so, back it goes. Urhm, I best find the receipt.
I need to get to town tomorrow. But I am hoping to get out and do even more weeding Thursday. I got the bigger areas and the bigger weeds, it will just be cleanup, and probably a bit of aerating around the good plants, for better moisture absorption. I don't know that I will do it in the heat again, but I might. I seem to have done pretty well in it, if my eyes feel blistered. No, not the skin, the eyes themselves. I have been in that much sunlight in... decades. And, no, I didn't just sit and look at the sun. I avoid visual contact with it at all costs. We have a problem, the sun and I, one I can't win. Next time sunglasses.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Maybe not?
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Oh, I'll finish the garden. A trip to town, though, seems unlikely. An hour and a half, or closer to two, of weeding and other work, with more to go... after a cool down. Lots of water down the gullet, but with some care not to overdo it and get a side ache. I did get some of the hoses set up for a pure garden watering hose with one of the nozzle attachments. Ugh but those rubber hoses are monsters to haul around. Loverly though, they will last. I can't believe how long it takes to weed!
I do have the holes dug, and sprayed water into them ahead of time, for planting half of the things. I weeded for as long as I could, but wanted to push on. Spading a bunch of holes is a different process, and easier. It's the bending that gets to me. Not my knees, my middle. When I collect, I don't go small! Ho, ho, ho? Shush. After a bit of cooling I'll plant, then do more weeding, then dig for the next round of planting. At which time another break will be in order. Then planting and setting up for watering tonight as a last set of chores. Well, aside from watering itself.
The plants are looking good. And I have been keeping the weeds out of the good plants, so that isn't a problem. I wanted to work right in the heat of the day. I won't say I'll do that every time, but I would like to do it more often. Call it Burning Man prep. While I have an idea of what to expect I am not sure I have anything close to a full realization. Any prep is good, I suspect.
D.C. asked about an old small sofa. After thinking, I might consider one of mine. The thing is it is leather, black leather, and a bit overstuffed. It is old, but it is one of a pair, the smaller, that I actually use. I have been thinking, depending on room, and with the possibility of getting a cover for it, it might still work. I'll let him think on it, if I can find a cover of some sort. Black leather in 110 degree heat wouldn't be my idea of a joy. A white, or natural perhaps, cotton cover might help that, and ease my mind about taking it. Just... a thought. Oh, but it is quite light, which would be decent if it might need to be staked down itself. *whoosh*
As good as I have been recovering on heavier, even longer, days, I think I can plan on, and reasonably hope to make it happen, on a trip to town tomorrow. Amazing how much work even a small garden is. It is a beautiful thing, though, too. Watching things grow, protecting them, watering them, tending to their soil needs. A smaller notion of a family, like pets only with a bit more work involved and shorter term. Sam has been loving having me out with her. Being mine makes her queen of all she surveils with me present, and she knows it.
Ugh, though. That heat is a beast. You would know the sun would come out in blazing glory as soon as I even thought about going out to work. If that was part of the plan.
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Oh, I'll finish the garden. A trip to town, though, seems unlikely. An hour and a half, or closer to two, of weeding and other work, with more to go... after a cool down. Lots of water down the gullet, but with some care not to overdo it and get a side ache. I did get some of the hoses set up for a pure garden watering hose with one of the nozzle attachments. Ugh but those rubber hoses are monsters to haul around. Loverly though, they will last. I can't believe how long it takes to weed!
I do have the holes dug, and sprayed water into them ahead of time, for planting half of the things. I weeded for as long as I could, but wanted to push on. Spading a bunch of holes is a different process, and easier. It's the bending that gets to me. Not my knees, my middle. When I collect, I don't go small! Ho, ho, ho? Shush. After a bit of cooling I'll plant, then do more weeding, then dig for the next round of planting. At which time another break will be in order. Then planting and setting up for watering tonight as a last set of chores. Well, aside from watering itself.
The plants are looking good. And I have been keeping the weeds out of the good plants, so that isn't a problem. I wanted to work right in the heat of the day. I won't say I'll do that every time, but I would like to do it more often. Call it Burning Man prep. While I have an idea of what to expect I am not sure I have anything close to a full realization. Any prep is good, I suspect.
D.C. asked about an old small sofa. After thinking, I might consider one of mine. The thing is it is leather, black leather, and a bit overstuffed. It is old, but it is one of a pair, the smaller, that I actually use. I have been thinking, depending on room, and with the possibility of getting a cover for it, it might still work. I'll let him think on it, if I can find a cover of some sort. Black leather in 110 degree heat wouldn't be my idea of a joy. A white, or natural perhaps, cotton cover might help that, and ease my mind about taking it. Just... a thought. Oh, but it is quite light, which would be decent if it might need to be staked down itself. *whoosh*
As good as I have been recovering on heavier, even longer, days, I think I can plan on, and reasonably hope to make it happen, on a trip to town tomorrow. Amazing how much work even a small garden is. It is a beautiful thing, though, too. Watching things grow, protecting them, watering them, tending to their soil needs. A smaller notion of a family, like pets only with a bit more work involved and shorter term. Sam has been loving having me out with her. Being mine makes her queen of all she surveils with me present, and she knows it.
Ugh, though. That heat is a beast. You would know the sun would come out in blazing glory as soon as I even thought about going out to work. If that was part of the plan.
Today?
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A wonderful morning, but as heat starts cranking up again, I begin winding down. Never worry. I do believe that is exactly what is supposed to happen. Moving slower in heat and cold is simply natural and wise. I might even have a nap. Breakfast, the remnants of a second order from the BBQ joint, might help to ensure a nap. Yes, when the heat comes up it is best to at least lay low. There is the rest of the day though.
A trip to town in early afternoon. Beside forgetting to get the sprinklers, I got 3 x 50' and 1 x 75' hoses while I was charged for 2 x 50' and 75'. So an exhange and three sprinklers, plus some 9 volt batteries, once I check to make sure those are what is need and whether they came with the kits. I also learned that watering the garden on off days is acceptable. It is only the lawn that is restricted. Since I missed last night I may do so, and again tomorrow. Oh, and maybe a haircut today. I think I will go a bit toward what I am planning for BMan, if not the whole thing up front. Just... a teaser for now, maybe? I don't know. I'll see when I get to the shop.
But before showering and such, I am going to plant the last of the peppers and do some weeding. THEN a short nap, then a shower and to town. Well... that is the plan. Hmm, might as well set up the garden for watering. So when I get back from town I can simply start the things, only needing to program the automation device and plug that into the system. It is partly cloudy, a bit hazy, or something, so it should be a bit cooler for work. Oh, I'll set the ac to cool my room for my nap. A shower before I nap will make the ac even more effective, if I'll have to monkey with my hair when I wake. Naps are gnarly for hair. Then again, a baseball cap works well for that. Later.
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A wonderful morning, but as heat starts cranking up again, I begin winding down. Never worry. I do believe that is exactly what is supposed to happen. Moving slower in heat and cold is simply natural and wise. I might even have a nap. Breakfast, the remnants of a second order from the BBQ joint, might help to ensure a nap. Yes, when the heat comes up it is best to at least lay low. There is the rest of the day though.
A trip to town in early afternoon. Beside forgetting to get the sprinklers, I got 3 x 50' and 1 x 75' hoses while I was charged for 2 x 50' and 75'. So an exhange and three sprinklers, plus some 9 volt batteries, once I check to make sure those are what is need and whether they came with the kits. I also learned that watering the garden on off days is acceptable. It is only the lawn that is restricted. Since I missed last night I may do so, and again tomorrow. Oh, and maybe a haircut today. I think I will go a bit toward what I am planning for BMan, if not the whole thing up front. Just... a teaser for now, maybe? I don't know. I'll see when I get to the shop.
But before showering and such, I am going to plant the last of the peppers and do some weeding. THEN a short nap, then a shower and to town. Well... that is the plan. Hmm, might as well set up the garden for watering. So when I get back from town I can simply start the things, only needing to program the automation device and plug that into the system. It is partly cloudy, a bit hazy, or something, so it should be a bit cooler for work. Oh, I'll set the ac to cool my room for my nap. A shower before I nap will make the ac even more effective, if I'll have to monkey with my hair when I wake. Naps are gnarly for hair. Then again, a baseball cap works well for that. Later.
Haiku Monday - Fire
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Grins is holding the contest this week. His haiku rose to be the toast at what became of the the enormous conflagration Aunty lit. 'Tis good to see liberty burns well in the heart of folk still. So... get ready, take aim, and... You know. So it begins. Puns on the brain, hush.
Sometimes
...it is what we see...
...it is what we see...
...it is how we see... ...it is
all we see and how!
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Sleep was fantastic.
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I have no idea when I went to bed. No, I didn't stay awake long enough to get to watering. I know I heard the phone but there was no way to answer it. Of course, I didn't , at the time, know if that was a dream or real, as if it mattered. I would guess 18:00-19:00, give or take change. Lights out. As far as sleep goes, that was as close to perfect as I have ever known. Comfortable, resting, and the waking was a flawless blurry cool morning ascent into consciousness. Stats and weight, including blood sugar which was 168.
This, right now, is probably the one time in my life where recovering is possible. I have the potential to exercise, all of my illness are being treated, and I am in a situation in which I have the freedoms required to begin climbing out of the hole. I can't quite do it on my own, as is, though. That has become obvious. If there is a time for my doctor to consider tinkering, this is it. And, really, at my age, it is now or never. Though I have to tell you, if it goes forth, but I am still fail in a few years, I will... back down. Not quit, really. Simply I will sell out, move to a retirement community or such, and... retire. If I can't make it on my own it will be time to surrender to the realities of my illnesses. A thirty year fight to rise will have been enough. Of course, then I will have the freedom to ghost, if not the strength perhaps. Then again, a proper ghost doesn't use all that much strength. It's more a matter of traveling light, and smart by design, if invisibly.
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I have no idea when I went to bed. No, I didn't stay awake long enough to get to watering. I know I heard the phone but there was no way to answer it. Of course, I didn't , at the time, know if that was a dream or real, as if it mattered. I would guess 18:00-19:00, give or take change. Lights out. As far as sleep goes, that was as close to perfect as I have ever known. Comfortable, resting, and the waking was a flawless blurry cool morning ascent into consciousness. Stats and weight, including blood sugar which was 168.
This, right now, is probably the one time in my life where recovering is possible. I have the potential to exercise, all of my illness are being treated, and I am in a situation in which I have the freedoms required to begin climbing out of the hole. I can't quite do it on my own, as is, though. That has become obvious. If there is a time for my doctor to consider tinkering, this is it. And, really, at my age, it is now or never. Though I have to tell you, if it goes forth, but I am still fail in a few years, I will... back down. Not quit, really. Simply I will sell out, move to a retirement community or such, and... retire. If I can't make it on my own it will be time to surrender to the realities of my illnesses. A thirty year fight to rise will have been enough. Of course, then I will have the freedom to ghost, if not the strength perhaps. Then again, a proper ghost doesn't use all that much strength. It's more a matter of traveling light, and smart by design, if invisibly.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Hot, just plain hot!
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I made it, actually more than an hour early. Not sure how that happened but never mind. Blood lab first, then to the sign in. I was the second name on the page. Still, doctors, at the V.A. or elsewhere, are often a bit slow, or busy. I never mind that though. A P.A. or Nurse Physician first, then an intern, then the lead doctor. At least I didn't get bored. Everyone was rather pleasant today as well. Must have been my (mirror) dashing good looks? I actually enjoy going. They know just enough about me to just about trust me, but not completely. Which... is just about right. Or at least that is good enough for me.
Everything is looking and doing good. They were pleased with the labs and their testing. Another stress test, this time with a pulse rate check after one, then a second, round. My pulse jumped rather quickly, into the high 90's the first time (if I was psychologically revved), then into the low 90's on the next run as I tried to cool my jets and 'be air'. It worked a bit, but not enough. They have increased the carvedilol, but just a half a pill twice a day. I will start out slowly on that though. A half a pill in the evening for the first week. If I tolerate it, then I jump to prime time. They are, as I thought they would, leaving the decision about ritalin in the hands of my primary. He won't touch it with a ten foot pole. Though I can be... persuasive. Now that they are seeing I am basically honest, I might be able to talk him into it, with the provision that I closely monitor my pulse and bp. I think he might just let it fly. Though that may have been a delaying tactic to talk to him and get him to say no. No one likes to hand out a negative. However, they are going to put in a consult to attempt to get me some help regarding swimming. I can do a heavier, harder, work with swimming than I can with walking/hiking/biking. I am seriously hoping they can do something. If they could meet me half way I could cut into a lot of other stuff, and would. It'll hurt, but...
I stayed long enough to get all my medicines filled. Still feeling good, I decided to eat at a serious BBQ joint while in town, one I have been meaning to dine at for a very long time, years now. Yum! A pound of brisket! I know, we have a great BBQ joint locally, but I'm almost in SLC as often as Logan. Hmm, though the next time my friend wants to eat out I may have to talk him into it. With the promise of his choice the next time? I'm tricksy in the ways of words. Maybe.
Further, on the way home, I bought the hoses I need, and some timers. I asked about return, and they said 90 days. That's enough to see if they work. It's as good as I can do. I doubt they have batteries though. I think they require 9v batteries to, something I have a dearth of. And, though I need to cool off, I am hoping to set up the sprinklers for tonight. I might not be able to set up the timers, but I can plant the things and let them run manually. I should be able to do it all within a two to three hour window, and only have to move the side hoses a few times each. Bit by bit, automation is coming.
So how is that for hotdogging a double dip day, with no sleep last night? Yeah, I even brought the trash barrel back. I am pleased with my efforts. Sleep should be good tonight, but I better start jacking some water down. I started with two beers though, just to prime the pump. That's it for beer. *le sigh*
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No! I forgot the sprinklers. Gah!
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I made it, actually more than an hour early. Not sure how that happened but never mind. Blood lab first, then to the sign in. I was the second name on the page. Still, doctors, at the V.A. or elsewhere, are often a bit slow, or busy. I never mind that though. A P.A. or Nurse Physician first, then an intern, then the lead doctor. At least I didn't get bored. Everyone was rather pleasant today as well. Must have been my (mirror) dashing good looks? I actually enjoy going. They know just enough about me to just about trust me, but not completely. Which... is just about right. Or at least that is good enough for me.
Everything is looking and doing good. They were pleased with the labs and their testing. Another stress test, this time with a pulse rate check after one, then a second, round. My pulse jumped rather quickly, into the high 90's the first time (if I was psychologically revved), then into the low 90's on the next run as I tried to cool my jets and 'be air'. It worked a bit, but not enough. They have increased the carvedilol, but just a half a pill twice a day. I will start out slowly on that though. A half a pill in the evening for the first week. If I tolerate it, then I jump to prime time. They are, as I thought they would, leaving the decision about ritalin in the hands of my primary. He won't touch it with a ten foot pole. Though I can be... persuasive. Now that they are seeing I am basically honest, I might be able to talk him into it, with the provision that I closely monitor my pulse and bp. I think he might just let it fly. Though that may have been a delaying tactic to talk to him and get him to say no. No one likes to hand out a negative. However, they are going to put in a consult to attempt to get me some help regarding swimming. I can do a heavier, harder, work with swimming than I can with walking/hiking/biking. I am seriously hoping they can do something. If they could meet me half way I could cut into a lot of other stuff, and would. It'll hurt, but...
I stayed long enough to get all my medicines filled. Still feeling good, I decided to eat at a serious BBQ joint while in town, one I have been meaning to dine at for a very long time, years now. Yum! A pound of brisket! I know, we have a great BBQ joint locally, but I'm almost in SLC as often as Logan. Hmm, though the next time my friend wants to eat out I may have to talk him into it. With the promise of his choice the next time? I'm tricksy in the ways of words. Maybe.
Further, on the way home, I bought the hoses I need, and some timers. I asked about return, and they said 90 days. That's enough to see if they work. It's as good as I can do. I doubt they have batteries though. I think they require 9v batteries to, something I have a dearth of. And, though I need to cool off, I am hoping to set up the sprinklers for tonight. I might not be able to set up the timers, but I can plant the things and let them run manually. I should be able to do it all within a two to three hour window, and only have to move the side hoses a few times each. Bit by bit, automation is coming.
So how is that for hotdogging a double dip day, with no sleep last night? Yeah, I even brought the trash barrel back. I am pleased with my efforts. Sleep should be good tonight, but I better start jacking some water down. I started with two beers though, just to prime the pump. That's it for beer. *le sigh*
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No! I forgot the sprinklers. Gah!
Shower, drying off then away.
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Even knowing it is coming I never quite make my deadline. Or I head out way too early. I prefer to be early since traffic isn't a sure bet. I don't get my preference this morning. Of course, the pains of being awake are beginning to set in. And I am still tired, as usual lately. Always tired. Sleepy, tired, weary, just plain tired. I did finish setting up my medicine set, and I'll take my daily stats with me, for the last two weeks. I don't have weight on there but they are lucky to get what they will get. I doubt if I will do anything other than the appointments, perhaps see if I can get syringes, then drive straight home. I won't have much else, save picking up lunch on my way through somewhere, if I feel like it and think it won't exacerbate exhaustion.
A delayed good morning for your part and good night for mine.
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Even knowing it is coming I never quite make my deadline. Or I head out way too early. I prefer to be early since traffic isn't a sure bet. I don't get my preference this morning. Of course, the pains of being awake are beginning to set in. And I am still tired, as usual lately. Always tired. Sleepy, tired, weary, just plain tired. I did finish setting up my medicine set, and I'll take my daily stats with me, for the last two weeks. I don't have weight on there but they are lucky to get what they will get. I doubt if I will do anything other than the appointments, perhaps see if I can get syringes, then drive straight home. I won't have much else, save picking up lunch on my way through somewhere, if I feel like it and think it won't exacerbate exhaustion.
A delayed good morning for your part and good night for mine.
So, why does it work when it would be best left alone?
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I have an early rise tomorrow... or a long day. As I was thinking of turning in I realized trash and perhaps recycling needed to be collected and taken out. Moving slowly still that took a while. As I was doing that I noticed this and that else. So this and that and some other things got a touch. It started at, perhaps 22:00 or midnight. Time is adrift so I just don't know. Here it is 2:31 and I'm not quite done. Yeah, long day. No real worry. Since I am still neither awake or asleep it almost doesn't matter. You could possibly shoot me now and I might not feel it. I usually end up feeling it, but even that isn't guaranteed. I just hope I can get there and back before the ache of exhaustion hits.
So, a bit more of this and that, and I might even fix the sink... if I can remember. So hard to remember. I have six alarms for my appointment tomorrow. They started about a week ago. Because of the state of my mind I knew I would need them. Hmm, while I am thinking it I ought to put in more for the lead in, with a message when to shower and when to leave. I might not understand when the alarm goes off otherwise. I've never had heroine, I can only guess though that it's pain relieving qualities are not that dissimilar. I hate drugs. Then again it's not like I need them. Now, if you could make a pill that would keep things clear? Actually Ritalin helped with that as well as giving me a bit extra bang for my buck.
Whatever. I... have things to do. Later, or good night... for your part? Hmm, probably good morning.
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I have an early rise tomorrow... or a long day. As I was thinking of turning in I realized trash and perhaps recycling needed to be collected and taken out. Moving slowly still that took a while. As I was doing that I noticed this and that else. So this and that and some other things got a touch. It started at, perhaps 22:00 or midnight. Time is adrift so I just don't know. Here it is 2:31 and I'm not quite done. Yeah, long day. No real worry. Since I am still neither awake or asleep it almost doesn't matter. You could possibly shoot me now and I might not feel it. I usually end up feeling it, but even that isn't guaranteed. I just hope I can get there and back before the ache of exhaustion hits.
So, a bit more of this and that, and I might even fix the sink... if I can remember. So hard to remember. I have six alarms for my appointment tomorrow. They started about a week ago. Because of the state of my mind I knew I would need them. Hmm, while I am thinking it I ought to put in more for the lead in, with a message when to shower and when to leave. I might not understand when the alarm goes off otherwise. I've never had heroine, I can only guess though that it's pain relieving qualities are not that dissimilar. I hate drugs. Then again it's not like I need them. Now, if you could make a pill that would keep things clear? Actually Ritalin helped with that as well as giving me a bit extra bang for my buck.
Whatever. I... have things to do. Later, or good night... for your part? Hmm, probably good morning.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
They caught the sensation.
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I told you about being half asleep, or more. The sensation of drifting, even the notion of not being corporeal exists. Nothing has flavor, touches don't feel, time drifts...
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I told you about being half asleep, or more. The sensation of drifting, even the notion of not being corporeal exists. Nothing has flavor, touches don't feel, time drifts...
A storm on the horizons.
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Oh, thankfully, a literal one. I have some doubt we will get much rain from it. If it rains. But that isn't what is wanted. A little reprieve from the sun is the thing. With the sun blocked I escape the sense of heat. It's that radiation that seeps in even through my sleep. It has been getting cool in the evenings the last few nights, which has also offered an extra bit of easement. And, I suppose as the heat levels go down, I am able to get more cool in here at night. When it is hot like that it is as if the world has a fever and I am very sympathetic. Still, I can always hope for something crazy, like an inch of rain. You never know. Better if it rains where it will be collected but as a beggar I take what I can get.
Sleep was good but it was a bit of make-up sleep. It is somewhat difficult to drink a lot of water, as is really needed, in the heat. Simply the volumes you have to take in... your body isn't used to that much water. A Gatorade-type mix in some of it would help, but that can get messy. I think they make powder drink mix straws, that you can either dump into your mouth, or perhaps even drink through so as not to mix it with all your water? I'll be looking at those. I can try a few out in the runup. Look, the big things are vital, as are the little things. How great is vacation if you have to return home to recuperate?
I may not get to as much as I hope, then again I doubt if anyone will. My guess is those who try to get to everything they want will end up burned out husks, possibly even hating the event. Like a kid actually let loose in the candy store, they sour themselves on it. But I think I will be fine there. I really do.
I've been reviewing my health condition. Yeah, I really shouldn't even be able to live alone. You read prognosis suggestions, most don't discuss those in my condition. You'll hear bright cheery (if honestly just hopeful) things from doctors, then the caveat... for those with mild to moderate CHF (congestive heart failure). While my heart condition is responding to medicine, it isn't exactly out of the woods. I'm not even yet to "moderate". At the pace of healing it could be another three to six years before that occurs, assuming the pace continues unabated. I understand more, now that I am awake, why my doctors think I'm a freak. They do recommend exercise... for those in the lessor stages of the illness. They don't suggest or proscribe it for those at my level because... we usually can't exercise. My doctor has not only signed off on exercise, but even weight lifting for me. Lung problems are common with those in my condition while even when I had edema filling my lungs, the guy testing me (a typical city type lab tech, though to, mind you) was amazed that with my blockage in place (now gone, if only 15-20%), that still left me with more lung capacity than he has in health. The eye thing, in spite of diabetes on top of it all, baffles them. They simply don't understand. The numbers don't add up to what they are seeing in front of them. Oh, I'm not advocating ignoring, or slighting the condition. I'm just saying... I'm like an Olympian for my condition, given my condition.
Sure, the heat got to me. But for a week, other than in the confines of my bedroom, if I could still feel the heat seeping in, the coolest it got was probably 80 for a few hours. That will get to anyone. On top of, initially, not drinking enough water to cover for it or sleeping well. BMan won't be that severe, with nightly respites, consciously drinking more, and adding salt replacement into the regimen, which I have started working on and will continue and expand. I'll be more active, but it won't be heavy work. Still... I have some prep yet to do.
Actually, after re-reading some things and digging deeper, even I am a little taken aback by how well I am doing. I have literally met men with right between mild and moderate CHF who can barely function. I, like the doctors I have to guess, have difficulty putting the pieces together. They simply don't fit. It is part of why I have such flights of fancy... I am one. A living, breathing, actionable one. If in my little weaksauce way. Can't bench 550 anymore, can't swim three miles in an hour three times a week still. But just that I am breathing is a minor thing, and that I am living alone and gardening and some other things? It causes some worry, now as understanding seeps in. But I won't let that get in the way of doing what I can. Not now.
Later.
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Oh, thankfully, a literal one. I have some doubt we will get much rain from it. If it rains. But that isn't what is wanted. A little reprieve from the sun is the thing. With the sun blocked I escape the sense of heat. It's that radiation that seeps in even through my sleep. It has been getting cool in the evenings the last few nights, which has also offered an extra bit of easement. And, I suppose as the heat levels go down, I am able to get more cool in here at night. When it is hot like that it is as if the world has a fever and I am very sympathetic. Still, I can always hope for something crazy, like an inch of rain. You never know. Better if it rains where it will be collected but as a beggar I take what I can get.
Sleep was good but it was a bit of make-up sleep. It is somewhat difficult to drink a lot of water, as is really needed, in the heat. Simply the volumes you have to take in... your body isn't used to that much water. A Gatorade-type mix in some of it would help, but that can get messy. I think they make powder drink mix straws, that you can either dump into your mouth, or perhaps even drink through so as not to mix it with all your water? I'll be looking at those. I can try a few out in the runup. Look, the big things are vital, as are the little things. How great is vacation if you have to return home to recuperate?
I may not get to as much as I hope, then again I doubt if anyone will. My guess is those who try to get to everything they want will end up burned out husks, possibly even hating the event. Like a kid actually let loose in the candy store, they sour themselves on it. But I think I will be fine there. I really do.
I've been reviewing my health condition. Yeah, I really shouldn't even be able to live alone. You read prognosis suggestions, most don't discuss those in my condition. You'll hear bright cheery (if honestly just hopeful) things from doctors, then the caveat... for those with mild to moderate CHF (congestive heart failure). While my heart condition is responding to medicine, it isn't exactly out of the woods. I'm not even yet to "moderate". At the pace of healing it could be another three to six years before that occurs, assuming the pace continues unabated. I understand more, now that I am awake, why my doctors think I'm a freak. They do recommend exercise... for those in the lessor stages of the illness. They don't suggest or proscribe it for those at my level because... we usually can't exercise. My doctor has not only signed off on exercise, but even weight lifting for me. Lung problems are common with those in my condition while even when I had edema filling my lungs, the guy testing me (a typical city type lab tech, though to, mind you) was amazed that with my blockage in place (now gone, if only 15-20%), that still left me with more lung capacity than he has in health. The eye thing, in spite of diabetes on top of it all, baffles them. They simply don't understand. The numbers don't add up to what they are seeing in front of them. Oh, I'm not advocating ignoring, or slighting the condition. I'm just saying... I'm like an Olympian for my condition, given my condition.
Sure, the heat got to me. But for a week, other than in the confines of my bedroom, if I could still feel the heat seeping in, the coolest it got was probably 80 for a few hours. That will get to anyone. On top of, initially, not drinking enough water to cover for it or sleeping well. BMan won't be that severe, with nightly respites, consciously drinking more, and adding salt replacement into the regimen, which I have started working on and will continue and expand. I'll be more active, but it won't be heavy work. Still... I have some prep yet to do.
Actually, after re-reading some things and digging deeper, even I am a little taken aback by how well I am doing. I have literally met men with right between mild and moderate CHF who can barely function. I, like the doctors I have to guess, have difficulty putting the pieces together. They simply don't fit. It is part of why I have such flights of fancy... I am one. A living, breathing, actionable one. If in my little weaksauce way. Can't bench 550 anymore, can't swim three miles in an hour three times a week still. But just that I am breathing is a minor thing, and that I am living alone and gardening and some other things? It causes some worry, now as understanding seeps in. But I won't let that get in the way of doing what I can. Not now.
Later.
Some do have it worse.
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I was looking for something about my sleep and exhaustion. I saw the title to this, so decided to watch. Okay, mine isn't fatal, and I do get some relief from sleep, or even rest when that is all that is available. But the sense, to me, is as if I had not slept. It comes and goes now, but for the first 22 years of my illness it was as if I had gone to bed at 20:00 (8:00 pm) and waken at midnight, at best. Perpetually sleep deprived, I have wandered through life. I have had many lovers in that time, made it half way through engineering school, even worked up to benching over 300 pounds and swimming three times a week. None of it lasted, of course. Moving out here was... a bit of a chore, but obviously I did it.
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I was looking for something about my sleep and exhaustion. I saw the title to this, so decided to watch. Okay, mine isn't fatal, and I do get some relief from sleep, or even rest when that is all that is available. But the sense, to me, is as if I had not slept. It comes and goes now, but for the first 22 years of my illness it was as if I had gone to bed at 20:00 (8:00 pm) and waken at midnight, at best. Perpetually sleep deprived, I have wandered through life. I have had many lovers in that time, made it half way through engineering school, even worked up to benching over 300 pounds and swimming three times a week. None of it lasted, of course. Moving out here was... a bit of a chore, but obviously I did it.
When Buddhists are killing mad...
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You know there is a problem. And the problem isn't with the Buddhists. Hmm... I guess the West is just numb with dumb. I had a friend getting his ph. d. in something silly or other. We discussed this. He told me about his muslim friends and I laughed at him. I simply told him they weren't his friends. The first chance they get to create enough of a majority, or if he gets in their way, or if they want his spot for one of their own, or even if the opportunity simply presents itself or they feel like it, they would cut his throat, literally or figuratively. Even Buddhists know it. I made it perfectly clear that they are not welcome hereabouts. Called him an idiot too. He didn't take it well. *grins* If he survives he'll get over it. At least he finally did buy a shotgun, with a little pressure from an old friend. Stupid but not crazy I guess. I wonder if he bought slugs, as I also suggested? My favorite. Even works for bear, as well as any other firearm anyway, assuming you hit the blasted beast.
If you are too lazy to go over... no worries, I understand sometimes, lately especially. It is short, but the highlight was this little quote.
“You can be full of kindness and love, but you cannot sleep next to a mad dog,” Ashin Wirathu, a spiritual leader of the movement and very popular figure in Burma, said of the country’s Muslims, whom he called “the enemy.” He told the New York Times, “I am proud to be called a radical Buddhist.”
Personally? I would call him a realistic man who wishes for himself, his family, his faith, and his nation to live. Nothing radical there at all. Or even Buddhist. Still, I'll let him use his own words, in peace.
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You know there is a problem. And the problem isn't with the Buddhists. Hmm... I guess the West is just numb with dumb. I had a friend getting his ph. d. in something silly or other. We discussed this. He told me about his muslim friends and I laughed at him. I simply told him they weren't his friends. The first chance they get to create enough of a majority, or if he gets in their way, or if they want his spot for one of their own, or even if the opportunity simply presents itself or they feel like it, they would cut his throat, literally or figuratively. Even Buddhists know it. I made it perfectly clear that they are not welcome hereabouts. Called him an idiot too. He didn't take it well. *grins* If he survives he'll get over it. At least he finally did buy a shotgun, with a little pressure from an old friend. Stupid but not crazy I guess. I wonder if he bought slugs, as I also suggested? My favorite. Even works for bear, as well as any other firearm anyway, assuming you hit the blasted beast.
If you are too lazy to go over... no worries, I understand sometimes, lately especially. It is short, but the highlight was this little quote.
“You can be full of kindness and love, but you cannot sleep next to a mad dog,” Ashin Wirathu, a spiritual leader of the movement and very popular figure in Burma, said of the country’s Muslims, whom he called “the enemy.” He told the New York Times, “I am proud to be called a radical Buddhist.”
Personally? I would call him a realistic man who wishes for himself, his family, his faith, and his nation to live. Nothing radical there at all. Or even Buddhist. Still, I'll let him use his own words, in peace.
Ah, that might be it.
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The second to the last time I was at the eye doctor I was sent up to the actual clinic. I was told this was because I had diabetes. They tried to send me up last time but I refused. They wanted to look deeper so that they could make sure there were no changes. They looked in, then had me do a test. They had me do it again, and again. They wanted me to do it one more time, asked if I would I refused. Beyond seeing more of the flashes than they expected, even at the fastest flash rate with the greatest randomness, I now think there was something else. The speed of my pressing the button to let them know I had seen it.
It started out with one doctor. He called over an intern. I ended up having four medical types looking over the paperwork, test results, and in my eyes, in awe. Another doctor and intern I believe. Yes, I suspect, for an old dead guy, I'm a bit more than they anticipated. You just can't imagine having doctors look at you like... I don't know how to put it. In disbelief? Like comic geeks finding a first edition Super Man comic for a quarter at a garage sale or something. I won't let them send me upstairs anymore. Things like that bother me. I also refused to be a part of their DNA program to. Make no mistake, they will do what they want anyway. But if they get caught, people will go down hard. (The information, if found worthy, will be quietly stored then sent out to be studied at some future time, however, make no mistakes. The world has changed. Or... not... depending if you believe there was a truer time in America, or the world... a questionable proposition, but possible.)
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The second to the last time I was at the eye doctor I was sent up to the actual clinic. I was told this was because I had diabetes. They tried to send me up last time but I refused. They wanted to look deeper so that they could make sure there were no changes. They looked in, then had me do a test. They had me do it again, and again. They wanted me to do it one more time, asked if I would I refused. Beyond seeing more of the flashes than they expected, even at the fastest flash rate with the greatest randomness, I now think there was something else. The speed of my pressing the button to let them know I had seen it.
It started out with one doctor. He called over an intern. I ended up having four medical types looking over the paperwork, test results, and in my eyes, in awe. Another doctor and intern I believe. Yes, I suspect, for an old dead guy, I'm a bit more than they anticipated. You just can't imagine having doctors look at you like... I don't know how to put it. In disbelief? Like comic geeks finding a first edition Super Man comic for a quarter at a garage sale or something. I won't let them send me upstairs anymore. Things like that bother me. I also refused to be a part of their DNA program to. Make no mistake, they will do what they want anyway. But if they get caught, people will go down hard. (The information, if found worthy, will be quietly stored then sent out to be studied at some future time, however, make no mistakes. The world has changed. Or... not... depending if you believe there was a truer time in America, or the world... a questionable proposition, but possible.)
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Your personal alternative music D.J.?
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For tonight. I'm digging up tunes I have found that I liked, if they didn't fit the or a particular theme or notion, or quite right. Well, assuming I otherwise liked them. Sometimes I run through hundreds of songs and videos looking for... just the right ones. Sometimes I find the pieces as if by magic. Oddly, but my search parameters more often than not lead me astray, but a chance viewing of something that just looks interesting will find what I was looking for. Rarely directly. One link leads to another to another to another. When I find it I have often forgotten what I was looking for until it hits me like a hammer. It's a fun game though.
This group starts off light, continues mostly light, by my standards, then hits a bit more of the heavy rock. Enjoy or not, not my problem.
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For tonight. I'm digging up tunes I have found that I liked, if they didn't fit the or a particular theme or notion, or quite right. Well, assuming I otherwise liked them. Sometimes I run through hundreds of songs and videos looking for... just the right ones. Sometimes I find the pieces as if by magic. Oddly, but my search parameters more often than not lead me astray, but a chance viewing of something that just looks interesting will find what I was looking for. Rarely directly. One link leads to another to another to another. When I find it I have often forgotten what I was looking for until it hits me like a hammer. It's a fun game though.
This group starts off light, continues mostly light, by my standards, then hits a bit more of the heavy rock. Enjoy or not, not my problem.
Problems commenting on your blog. Yes, you.
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They disappear.
If I'm not commenting at your blog it might be because I have but you aren't seeing it. Check your spam folder. Even comments to my own blog, by me, are being put into the spam folder. Personally I think some "lib" has filed a complaint and this is how Google bans people. Insidiously, it starts (creating) "building" a spam file, while most people don't even notice. Eventually they can claim that a lot of someone's comments are spam (a condition they created), then shut them down.
This is why people don't trust the government right now. That is how it works. It is why people don't trust liberals. Which is the public face of the government we have. When they are wrong, so can't debate, they file complaints, create a file, then attack, if usually on some non-related, often fictitious account. The IRS and even FBI files, are just some examples. Something they create. Google is liberal, and plays with and by those methods. Weak sauce, but it's all they have since they are wrong politically, morally, ethically, socially. It is what they are though.
So, check your spam boxes and see if, or how many, of my posts are in there. Don't want me to post comments, tell me. Or if you are a typical lib, just leave them there. Show your true colors. I won't know, but you will. No worries, eventually it will be your turn. What is it you do or write that is not liberal enough? Just remember, you are never liberal enough and liberals who 'think wrong' are held out as even greater examples. *cough* Paula Dean *cough*
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They disappear.
If I'm not commenting at your blog it might be because I have but you aren't seeing it. Check your spam folder. Even comments to my own blog, by me, are being put into the spam folder. Personally I think some "lib" has filed a complaint and this is how Google bans people. Insidiously, it starts (creating) "building" a spam file, while most people don't even notice. Eventually they can claim that a lot of someone's comments are spam (a condition they created), then shut them down.
This is why people don't trust the government right now. That is how it works. It is why people don't trust liberals. Which is the public face of the government we have. When they are wrong, so can't debate, they file complaints, create a file, then attack, if usually on some non-related, often fictitious account. The IRS and even FBI files, are just some examples. Something they create. Google is liberal, and plays with and by those methods. Weak sauce, but it's all they have since they are wrong politically, morally, ethically, socially. It is what they are though.
So, check your spam boxes and see if, or how many, of my posts are in there. Don't want me to post comments, tell me. Or if you are a typical lib, just leave them there. Show your true colors. I won't know, but you will. No worries, eventually it will be your turn. What is it you do or write that is not liberal enough? Just remember, you are never liberal enough and liberals who 'think wrong' are held out as even greater examples. *cough* Paula Dean *cough*
Another night of cool I think.
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I woke an hour ago. It felt like I had slept too much but I don't think so. Actually, if any thing, I was just a bit light on sleep. That usually isn't a problem unless it's too frequent. My guess is the heat of the day simply invaded my sleep. It can do that. The temp, it is suggested, only reached 89. I know when I was headed to sleep it was warming, to me, fiercely. After 100's though, 89 is mild. Not sure what the cranky body is about. Then again, this is the waking type of pain that dissipates quickly. Hmm, might have been thrown as I was expecting my friend to call when he wanted to go shopping. He never called. My phone was right there, on, charged... Not sure what happened. I'll call him tomorrow. Maybe waiting for a call in my sleep threw off? Bleh, I hope the discomfiture passes soon.
The clothes on the line were dry. I thought it would take longer for jeans to dry. In and folded. Hmm, one load was left in the dryer. An half hour longer would have gotten me to see to that but I didn't have it left to me. I've been dreaming. Dreams along the lines of the song in the fire haiku post. I am merely a watcher. I wonder if anyone else realizes that the dark words are words sung to... maintain dignity, or play the part. There is much there to consider. The roar of the mighty mouse. My dreams weren't about her, or such. Can't remember exactly. But character studies that have to be considered. Literal interpretations fail. One has to know street people, and many other types of people, to be able to put the pieces together, from what is seen. Broad, warm, fuzzy, with notes of dark and reality, sometimes gritty. That's all I can remember. We all pay a price for what we do, who we are, and getting what we want. Many don't realize it, think they are subject to the whims of others or fate. Some of us know. It comes down to choices, even for me. Have no doubts. Then again, what others might think are my choices... well, they miss the point. In actual physical life I have fewer choices than I present. My choices are just as real though. Using or not what I have and choosing wisdom when I can see it. If you make it to your best destination you will know all.
While the notion some might get from that last haiku is a desire to own a woman for her fleshly appeal, that isn't it. Neither, I think, for the singer or dancer, but certainly not for me. While reviewing the poems, and the video, I caught myself looking for what is in the flesh. While the body is alluring, for many women, I need to touch... the spirit. I need to know if that is broken, or more how. Some broken spirits have to be avoided. Whether they have chained themselves to their art, drugs, hatred, or even herself, and how deeply and strongly. Is the damage reparable. Who is this woman, really, truly. Does her flesh and spirit match. Odd things, I suppose. But after the flesh passes muster, then the real search begins. Much beauty is skin deep. For many that is enough. I've had enough of that to pass. Hollow. Of course, we are all merchants, but are we selling a ride or the whole ride. Strong, smart, beautiful, handsome, wise, graceful, we all have our selling points, and weaknesses. In it for the moment or in it for life. I've tried both, only one successfully. Would like to change that.
Hey, yeah, blathering. Do that as I wake, think. Dreams probably being spit out, or being created? Later.
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I woke an hour ago. It felt like I had slept too much but I don't think so. Actually, if any thing, I was just a bit light on sleep. That usually isn't a problem unless it's too frequent. My guess is the heat of the day simply invaded my sleep. It can do that. The temp, it is suggested, only reached 89. I know when I was headed to sleep it was warming, to me, fiercely. After 100's though, 89 is mild. Not sure what the cranky body is about. Then again, this is the waking type of pain that dissipates quickly. Hmm, might have been thrown as I was expecting my friend to call when he wanted to go shopping. He never called. My phone was right there, on, charged... Not sure what happened. I'll call him tomorrow. Maybe waiting for a call in my sleep threw off? Bleh, I hope the discomfiture passes soon.
The clothes on the line were dry. I thought it would take longer for jeans to dry. In and folded. Hmm, one load was left in the dryer. An half hour longer would have gotten me to see to that but I didn't have it left to me. I've been dreaming. Dreams along the lines of the song in the fire haiku post. I am merely a watcher. I wonder if anyone else realizes that the dark words are words sung to... maintain dignity, or play the part. There is much there to consider. The roar of the mighty mouse. My dreams weren't about her, or such. Can't remember exactly. But character studies that have to be considered. Literal interpretations fail. One has to know street people, and many other types of people, to be able to put the pieces together, from what is seen. Broad, warm, fuzzy, with notes of dark and reality, sometimes gritty. That's all I can remember. We all pay a price for what we do, who we are, and getting what we want. Many don't realize it, think they are subject to the whims of others or fate. Some of us know. It comes down to choices, even for me. Have no doubts. Then again, what others might think are my choices... well, they miss the point. In actual physical life I have fewer choices than I present. My choices are just as real though. Using or not what I have and choosing wisdom when I can see it. If you make it to your best destination you will know all.
While the notion some might get from that last haiku is a desire to own a woman for her fleshly appeal, that isn't it. Neither, I think, for the singer or dancer, but certainly not for me. While reviewing the poems, and the video, I caught myself looking for what is in the flesh. While the body is alluring, for many women, I need to touch... the spirit. I need to know if that is broken, or more how. Some broken spirits have to be avoided. Whether they have chained themselves to their art, drugs, hatred, or even herself, and how deeply and strongly. Is the damage reparable. Who is this woman, really, truly. Does her flesh and spirit match. Odd things, I suppose. But after the flesh passes muster, then the real search begins. Much beauty is skin deep. For many that is enough. I've had enough of that to pass. Hollow. Of course, we are all merchants, but are we selling a ride or the whole ride. Strong, smart, beautiful, handsome, wise, graceful, we all have our selling points, and weaknesses. In it for the moment or in it for life. I've tried both, only one successfully. Would like to change that.
Hey, yeah, blathering. Do that as I wake, think. Dreams probably being spit out, or being created? Later.
A bit, but nap time.
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It always takes more time than I suspected and I am running slower as well. The dishes, however, were more work than anticipated. There is something special about dishwater that has sat for... too long. A stench that has to be worked out. A fresh wash, a new dishrag and the old one probably to be thrown, another soap soak, with vinegar, now a soak in just hot water and vinegar. But the smell is gone from the dishpan and dishes at least. Laundry was being done in there as well. Three loads through, one more in the wash and dryer. Most of what will go out on the line is hung. Jeans, shorts, a sweater, basically the heavier stuff. I enjoyed the towels my mother line dried, it makes them rougher but seemingly more absorbent?
I didn't get to planting or hoeing yesterday. Neither will I get to it today. I also didn't get the plumbing in the kitchen sink set back up. With the dishes tended, I won't be dealing with a major stink when I do get in there though. Ah well. Oh, but the laundry that isn't drying was either folded or hung. Another night like last night, however, and I think I'll be back on track to do some serious work again. That one cool night helped in ways I simply can't explain. Like the breath of air that allows a whale to dive miles deep? Something. But I have to have that. Several deep breaths of cool would put things back to rights.
A nap, though, shortly. After the last load is finished. I told my friend I would be in town today, and I plan on it. My phone is charged, and will be right beside my bed. I'm hoping mid-afternoon will work. I did get a shower in, but another wouldn't hurt, just to moisturize a bit extra. Best check on the laundry and wind down.
I'm not sure about my last haiku poem. I am not even sure it makes sense, or... something. When watching the video the poem just wrote itself so... I just left it as it is. I have found some sense to it for myself, but if it doesn't work for you I do understand. Oddly, it, and the first, seem to mean the most to me personally, if I am not sure they are the best. Later.
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It always takes more time than I suspected and I am running slower as well. The dishes, however, were more work than anticipated. There is something special about dishwater that has sat for... too long. A stench that has to be worked out. A fresh wash, a new dishrag and the old one probably to be thrown, another soap soak, with vinegar, now a soak in just hot water and vinegar. But the smell is gone from the dishpan and dishes at least. Laundry was being done in there as well. Three loads through, one more in the wash and dryer. Most of what will go out on the line is hung. Jeans, shorts, a sweater, basically the heavier stuff. I enjoyed the towels my mother line dried, it makes them rougher but seemingly more absorbent?
I didn't get to planting or hoeing yesterday. Neither will I get to it today. I also didn't get the plumbing in the kitchen sink set back up. With the dishes tended, I won't be dealing with a major stink when I do get in there though. Ah well. Oh, but the laundry that isn't drying was either folded or hung. Another night like last night, however, and I think I'll be back on track to do some serious work again. That one cool night helped in ways I simply can't explain. Like the breath of air that allows a whale to dive miles deep? Something. But I have to have that. Several deep breaths of cool would put things back to rights.
A nap, though, shortly. After the last load is finished. I told my friend I would be in town today, and I plan on it. My phone is charged, and will be right beside my bed. I'm hoping mid-afternoon will work. I did get a shower in, but another wouldn't hurt, just to moisturize a bit extra. Best check on the laundry and wind down.
I'm not sure about my last haiku poem. I am not even sure it makes sense, or... something. When watching the video the poem just wrote itself so... I just left it as it is. I have found some sense to it for myself, but if it doesn't work for you I do understand. Oddly, it, and the first, seem to mean the most to me personally, if I am not sure they are the best. Later.
It is started.
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Dishes are soaking, and should be cool enough to mess with by now. One load is through the wash, part of the first wash is in the dryer the rest will go on the line after I take a shower... which is waiting on dishes as I decided to fuss with them in the tub. Just... trust that I am simply attempting to be efficient and work within my parameters. After the dishes, then a shower, I will load up some of the bigger pots to be cleaned. I am hungry as a bear. There is a roast thawed but it might be a bit... out of season, if you know what I mean. It just happens. I used the rest of the meat I thawed, and I will check it just in case. If it is salvageable, I will simply grill it while I am tinkering on other things. Low and slow with a turn every half hour, until it... smells right, mostly... two, maybe three hours.
It is generously cool tonight. They say it is 57 with 59% humidity. I don't know what that feels so cool, almost cold. Then again, if as usual, I am running around with just shorts (real shorts). No shirt, no shoes, if some service. This is the first time I have felt cool, or sort of sensed it, since... I can't remember. While the ac cools the place, or more the bedroom, I still usually have that underlying sense of heat. Even when sleeping. It is wonderful. I do need this, once in a while.
The song from the movie, the one they use in the trailer... I just... wanted to hear that a little more closely, learn more about it. What is kicking around in my brain I have no idea. Just... You have as much idea as I do, if you have a lot less to work with. You get to see some things, without the context or backdrop and history. I think I would prefer to keep it that way were I you. Heck, if I were me. And I do keep it that way, mostly, when I can.
Later.
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Dishes are soaking, and should be cool enough to mess with by now. One load is through the wash, part of the first wash is in the dryer the rest will go on the line after I take a shower... which is waiting on dishes as I decided to fuss with them in the tub. Just... trust that I am simply attempting to be efficient and work within my parameters. After the dishes, then a shower, I will load up some of the bigger pots to be cleaned. I am hungry as a bear. There is a roast thawed but it might be a bit... out of season, if you know what I mean. It just happens. I used the rest of the meat I thawed, and I will check it just in case. If it is salvageable, I will simply grill it while I am tinkering on other things. Low and slow with a turn every half hour, until it... smells right, mostly... two, maybe three hours.
It is generously cool tonight. They say it is 57 with 59% humidity. I don't know what that feels so cool, almost cold. Then again, if as usual, I am running around with just shorts (real shorts). No shirt, no shoes, if some service. This is the first time I have felt cool, or sort of sensed it, since... I can't remember. While the ac cools the place, or more the bedroom, I still usually have that underlying sense of heat. Even when sleeping. It is wonderful. I do need this, once in a while.
The song from the movie, the one they use in the trailer... I just... wanted to hear that a little more closely, learn more about it. What is kicking around in my brain I have no idea. Just... You have as much idea as I do, if you have a lot less to work with. You get to see some things, without the context or backdrop and history. I think I would prefer to keep it that way were I you. Heck, if I were me. And I do keep it that way, mostly, when I can.
Later.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Sleep interupted.
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After just a bit of sleep, the young man who mows the lawn knocked. He is young, so I like being awake when he is here in case there is a problem. Good thing today. The lawnmower blade kept loosening. I can tighten it without issue, but I'll have to figure out what the real problem is. It loosened three times today. *chink, clang, bang* It reminded me of the vehicle in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, only it didn't take me anywhere fantastical, fly, or even float. I'll have to work on it. So, instead of going to bed at O'morning thirty, I didn't go down until about 13:00, which means I didn't wake until about 21:00, so no gardening took place. No problems, mostly. I did show off my garden, and what watering has done for my lawn, while moving the hoses the helping to pick up sticks. I don't want him chopping up a branch and getting little or big splinters. Yeah, I remember mowing at that age... Sticks? What sticks? Lucky I never got impaled by some of the logs I tried to mow myself. *grins*
Friday is it? Time is flying. I need to get on some things. I have an appointment coming up with cardio. I am going to ask for a return of an old medicine that seemed to work. I am also going to ask for a bit of an allowance to help me get to more swimming. I am doubtful about either, but should I get either it would be a boon, both could mean a huge difference. We will see. Especially now that the weather looks to be going back to a more normal range, in the 90's. I am sort of stuck, but I think I can work my way around this before long. Gah! I hope so. If a little down time, while still keeping up on some things, has been a minor and pleasant escape, it is getting old, as it does.
Hmm... might have to tinker tonight. I actually feel cool enough to tempt tending a few things... setting dishes to soak in spare sinks, setting some laundry to wash then maybe just hanging them outside, and getting to the main, the kitchen sink plumbing. If that goes well, then actually finishing the en suite water part, at the least, and toilet install if I do. Yeah, I know, but... yeah. *shrug* I know. Later.
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After just a bit of sleep, the young man who mows the lawn knocked. He is young, so I like being awake when he is here in case there is a problem. Good thing today. The lawnmower blade kept loosening. I can tighten it without issue, but I'll have to figure out what the real problem is. It loosened three times today. *chink, clang, bang* It reminded me of the vehicle in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, only it didn't take me anywhere fantastical, fly, or even float. I'll have to work on it. So, instead of going to bed at O'morning thirty, I didn't go down until about 13:00, which means I didn't wake until about 21:00, so no gardening took place. No problems, mostly. I did show off my garden, and what watering has done for my lawn, while moving the hoses the helping to pick up sticks. I don't want him chopping up a branch and getting little or big splinters. Yeah, I remember mowing at that age... Sticks? What sticks? Lucky I never got impaled by some of the logs I tried to mow myself. *grins*
Friday is it? Time is flying. I need to get on some things. I have an appointment coming up with cardio. I am going to ask for a return of an old medicine that seemed to work. I am also going to ask for a bit of an allowance to help me get to more swimming. I am doubtful about either, but should I get either it would be a boon, both could mean a huge difference. We will see. Especially now that the weather looks to be going back to a more normal range, in the 90's. I am sort of stuck, but I think I can work my way around this before long. Gah! I hope so. If a little down time, while still keeping up on some things, has been a minor and pleasant escape, it is getting old, as it does.
Hmm... might have to tinker tonight. I actually feel cool enough to tempt tending a few things... setting dishes to soak in spare sinks, setting some laundry to wash then maybe just hanging them outside, and getting to the main, the kitchen sink plumbing. If that goes well, then actually finishing the en suite water part, at the least, and toilet install if I do. Yeah, I know, but... yeah. *shrug* I know. Later.
The movie I was looking for was found, watched.
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I saw a trailer of it the last time I was in the theater. I could not remember the name, just bits and pieces. Why now? Who cares. It is a tin-man version of Hellboy, I suppose one could say. It even includes things about the heart, a pet tale additive for me, of course. A creature created, or recreated, for a set purpose, who is left with choices that seem impossible. Some things must, eventually, face the facts that... we are different. While I may seem warlike, and really... am, it is never about war, combat, or such, mostly. It is about doing what is right clean over my own inclinations. Books, poetry, science, romance, being an island, if I had been left to my druthers. Oh, no worries, even I miss that point from time to time. I certainly hunger for that which I seemingly was designed, programmed, or both.
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I saw a trailer of it the last time I was in the theater. I could not remember the name, just bits and pieces. Why now? Who cares. It is a tin-man version of Hellboy, I suppose one could say. It even includes things about the heart, a pet tale additive for me, of course. A creature created, or recreated, for a set purpose, who is left with choices that seem impossible. Some things must, eventually, face the facts that... we are different. While I may seem warlike, and really... am, it is never about war, combat, or such, mostly. It is about doing what is right clean over my own inclinations. Books, poetry, science, romance, being an island, if I had been left to my druthers. Oh, no worries, even I miss that point from time to time. I certainly hunger for that which I seemingly was designed, programmed, or both.
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