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I finally got more than six to eight hours in. I think I needed more sleep. I simply wasn't able to stay down for it. The other trick is to try to tack sleep to right at 20:00 for as long as I can. Waking will tend itself based on that. I feel rested today. Which makes it a super day to get some things done.
First thing this morning is taking care of the last of the dishes. I didn't care for all of it last time, so a fresh rinse then to dry those. Get a shower in. Then finally pre-wash soak the last bit. While I am doing that I can clean off the grill and get it ready for seasoning it later in the day. While getting the grill plate, I will also measure the bottom shelf to make sure I get the correct sized grill this time, which will be returned when I go to town. While in town I need to get an inline drip filter, this time one with a female connection for the system. Bleh... I have decided against a 'extended' metal screen. Beside not seeing anything like it when in town last time, I think aluminum foil will work just fine at holding coals on the upper plate for immediate high heat applications if wanted, and limiting heat to one side for deeper coals. I also will be reviewing materials to use in the coolers to protect them from the dry ice. Thinner is better, for various reasons. But I don't want to compromise the coolers, either.
After the hardware stuff, I will be looking for a few steaks and hamburger, plus either a butt/shoulder roast or a brisket. Of course I need milk. And I will be buying a couple of pounds of coffee for the trip. That should have me set, save for the final purchase of dry ice, hopefully as I head out of town on my way, with everything else packed. Which means those things have to be packed for easy access. Then again, only one or two chests will get dry ice, the rest will simply get regular ice for drinks and such. And I may not buy some of that ice until I near, or as we are leaving, D.C.'s place, probably while getting gas somewhere. Well, that is the plan.
Once I get home, I am hoping to have enough energy to get the drip feed going. The dam is down to 6%. Yeah, best get on that. Later.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Just wanted to clarify.
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Supper arrived at 18:30 or so. The lady, and I remember her name, brought a fine meal, apologizing and worrying about a few things. Sometimes I can, sometimes I can't, remember a name, at least for a while. I think it's a function of the heart to brain. Well, and probably a bit of male pattern brain balding? Anyway. We talked a little bit. She has a brother with a heart like mine, but he is unable to get on the heart transplant list for a number of reasons. So she knows a bit about my condition. Oh, well, and she is a nurse, so has dealt with such cases.
I tried to explain, as is obvious, that I don't look as bad as I am. Well, and I do have more capacity than most in my condition, but that isn't much sometimes. What I forgot to explain was that her meal, and the others, are golden. I don't know if she has ever dealt with someone who, even when hungry, can't figure out to eat. Either can't get to it or can't think to get to food. I just want to explain that even if food became very regular, which it hasn't but if... it would be miles superior to going without food for days, weeks, even a month or more, then trying to feast that horror of pain away and creating just the opposite problem, when I finally am able to cook or otherwise get out.
People have no idea. And while I have improved, I will say the grounds for much of my improvement is having regular meals often enough that I can fill in the blanks or even go without for a while without ever quite getting to starvation mode. That is harsh. And while I learned to become numb to it, and even when the physical pains of it diminished, I always used to hurt for it. A little taste of death for my spirit. That food, her food, her gift, is more valuable to me than a gold coin, a diamond, a Mercedes... I really do have priorities squared through drought. Doesn't always help me always choose the right path, but... it doesn't hurt and it will usually help me find my way back to wisdom should I stray.
Just... wanted to put that out there. Never have to apologize. I write this full and hale, and improving. Something I would not be able to do if food was either not there so that I had to feast on the upside, like a drowning man sucking for air any time his head got enough above water. No panic, no horror, no pain, no stuffing. I really am amazed what I know a living creature has, have, even is surviving.
Thank you. Just, thank you, very much.
Oh, now goodnight. It took me a while to get the post out, so I accidentally made it past 20:00. Yeah, it's sort of how things go for me often enough. Reaching for one thing I end up with two birds in the hand. Good night.
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Supper arrived at 18:30 or so. The lady, and I remember her name, brought a fine meal, apologizing and worrying about a few things. Sometimes I can, sometimes I can't, remember a name, at least for a while. I think it's a function of the heart to brain. Well, and probably a bit of male pattern brain balding? Anyway. We talked a little bit. She has a brother with a heart like mine, but he is unable to get on the heart transplant list for a number of reasons. So she knows a bit about my condition. Oh, well, and she is a nurse, so has dealt with such cases.
I tried to explain, as is obvious, that I don't look as bad as I am. Well, and I do have more capacity than most in my condition, but that isn't much sometimes. What I forgot to explain was that her meal, and the others, are golden. I don't know if she has ever dealt with someone who, even when hungry, can't figure out to eat. Either can't get to it or can't think to get to food. I just want to explain that even if food became very regular, which it hasn't but if... it would be miles superior to going without food for days, weeks, even a month or more, then trying to feast that horror of pain away and creating just the opposite problem, when I finally am able to cook or otherwise get out.
People have no idea. And while I have improved, I will say the grounds for much of my improvement is having regular meals often enough that I can fill in the blanks or even go without for a while without ever quite getting to starvation mode. That is harsh. And while I learned to become numb to it, and even when the physical pains of it diminished, I always used to hurt for it. A little taste of death for my spirit. That food, her food, her gift, is more valuable to me than a gold coin, a diamond, a Mercedes... I really do have priorities squared through drought. Doesn't always help me always choose the right path, but... it doesn't hurt and it will usually help me find my way back to wisdom should I stray.
Just... wanted to put that out there. Never have to apologize. I write this full and hale, and improving. Something I would not be able to do if food was either not there so that I had to feast on the upside, like a drowning man sucking for air any time his head got enough above water. No panic, no horror, no pain, no stuffing. I really am amazed what I know a living creature has, have, even is surviving.
Thank you. Just, thank you, very much.
Oh, now goodnight. It took me a while to get the post out, so I accidentally made it past 20:00. Yeah, it's sort of how things go for me often enough. Reaching for one thing I end up with two birds in the hand. Good night.
Haiku Monday - Reflection
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Serendipity has triumphed and so has taken the mantle. While she won't be present, she wishes that we go on without her. Fair enough. Her rules, and post, are here.
Yes, yes, I put a few up off the cuff. Never elegant. I am a blue collar poet, if at all. Perhaps darkly, albeit. Hush, puppy.
[Lyrics]
Yes and No Are True
exact twin or ghost
what is seen is and isn't
horror or magic
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| Reflections of a Broken Soul |
Less the Eye
what is revealed
is often the lesser of what
is realized
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Awakening
crystallized memory
beauty, darkness, love, pain- aggregate-
caeteris paribus
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When I was a Child
recall of recall
thoughts before knowledge- gentle
gift of innocence
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Lost in a Different Mirror
revelation ideation
alpha and omega, sumtotal-
but can't see one's self?
Not a thing done, but...
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I didn't crash. I'm not sure that was a goal, at all. Actually, with me being as tired as I was and am, I had hoped to take a nap. I was simply attempting to get to a couple of tasks before I went in for a rest. Each task ended up presenting minor to major obstacles and I couldn't work or think my way around them. Unusual, but I am very tired today for no good reason. Each task I would go to do, I would check and find beyond my means, go sit and think, then hit upon another plan. Each failed before I could get going, then I would be lost for a bit. I don't understand this thing that happens. Though, in one sense, I am quite pleased. Even with the fog, and failure, that I was able to keep looking for another task... well... it is important. It means I didn't simply drift into 'nowhere'. It is where I am, but I continued to attempt to be in the physical world. A failure can be a huge success if you understand that even trying is nearly impossible. I didn't lose focus when I ghosted. Perhaps you have had to have been there.
I will wait up for supper. But there is little else I will or can do yet today. I feel both crushed by exhaustion, free of flesh, and as the Pink Floyd song implies when he suggested that his hands felt just like balloons, meaning numb. I'm in a very odd place. What amazes me is that for as often as I used to be there, almost perpetually, and even when I am there now, that I can focus to write. It won't always translate, or make sense, to most others. Not fully. But I have worked very hard to simplify my language and slow down my thinking and thought processes enough so that there is some coherence in these writings. Too many, myself included if I am not careful, thought associate so quickly that much is missed. I can go back and read my own stuff and, even when I have forgotten, it usually makes sense.
Anyway, that is that for today. Two trips in two days, ongoing packing and sorting, and a few other things, quickly after a fall. I suppose I have accidentally overdone. But I got a number of things done. I am still planning to get to things tomorrow. A trip to town, as early as possible, to do the last bits of shopping. Then, when I have a complete system, to actually install the drip line. If I get to that, I might fire up the grill and season the grate. I should have the extra grill plate as well, if I won't be using it. Yeah, I'll keep going.
Later. Perhaps good night. I don't know if I will be able to make it back to blog again. Drifting too... oddly.
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I didn't crash. I'm not sure that was a goal, at all. Actually, with me being as tired as I was and am, I had hoped to take a nap. I was simply attempting to get to a couple of tasks before I went in for a rest. Each task ended up presenting minor to major obstacles and I couldn't work or think my way around them. Unusual, but I am very tired today for no good reason. Each task I would go to do, I would check and find beyond my means, go sit and think, then hit upon another plan. Each failed before I could get going, then I would be lost for a bit. I don't understand this thing that happens. Though, in one sense, I am quite pleased. Even with the fog, and failure, that I was able to keep looking for another task... well... it is important. It means I didn't simply drift into 'nowhere'. It is where I am, but I continued to attempt to be in the physical world. A failure can be a huge success if you understand that even trying is nearly impossible. I didn't lose focus when I ghosted. Perhaps you have had to have been there.
I will wait up for supper. But there is little else I will or can do yet today. I feel both crushed by exhaustion, free of flesh, and as the Pink Floyd song implies when he suggested that his hands felt just like balloons, meaning numb. I'm in a very odd place. What amazes me is that for as often as I used to be there, almost perpetually, and even when I am there now, that I can focus to write. It won't always translate, or make sense, to most others. Not fully. But I have worked very hard to simplify my language and slow down my thinking and thought processes enough so that there is some coherence in these writings. Too many, myself included if I am not careful, thought associate so quickly that much is missed. I can go back and read my own stuff and, even when I have forgotten, it usually makes sense.
Anyway, that is that for today. Two trips in two days, ongoing packing and sorting, and a few other things, quickly after a fall. I suppose I have accidentally overdone. But I got a number of things done. I am still planning to get to things tomorrow. A trip to town, as early as possible, to do the last bits of shopping. Then, when I have a complete system, to actually install the drip line. If I get to that, I might fire up the grill and season the grate. I should have the extra grill plate as well, if I won't be using it. Yeah, I'll keep going.
Later. Perhaps good night. I don't know if I will be able to make it back to blog again. Drifting too... oddly.
Stupid life.
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It is only just after 10:00 and I am about to crash. Oh, I'm going to try to do a few things in an attempt to escape failing. It might work, for a while. It hit me, a few minutes ago, like a ton of bricks. A nap will do, I think, but I am trying to get to somethings today. Hmm, might just take the gear out and begin hooking it up, for the drip lines. I also want to tinker on the grill. I have chicken drumsticks thawed. Well, can't use those quite yet. I have to season the cast iron grate. Actually, I have to wash it well with soap and water first. Bleh... But I think I can get those two things done.
I was just... going along this morning. I wasn't getting to anything. But I didn't see the problem until it got worse. Later.
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Yeah, okay, I figured out the problem with the system. The water filter has no female coupling. When I was at the store I checked several. They all seemed the same. It seems there are thieves or they don't check their kit when it arrives. Being my first time, I just thought it would work out somehow. Nope, so I have to run that back in. While in town I might as well exchange the grill deck, do some meat and milk shopping, and see if I can find out where dry ice might be sold. Hmm, and look for a haircut. Or not. I really am tired. Perhaps a nap first. Bleh. Dinner is coming this evening so I can't go far until it arrives.
Hmm, I can clean the packing gunk off the grill and light the coals to season the grill for use. There are probably a few other little things to tinker with while I get ready for a nap. Hmm... Might look at the front tire, see how to remove it. Maybe put up the tent and take measurements... Not sure if that is a little job or not.
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It is only just after 10:00 and I am about to crash. Oh, I'm going to try to do a few things in an attempt to escape failing. It might work, for a while. It hit me, a few minutes ago, like a ton of bricks. A nap will do, I think, but I am trying to get to somethings today. Hmm, might just take the gear out and begin hooking it up, for the drip lines. I also want to tinker on the grill. I have chicken drumsticks thawed. Well, can't use those quite yet. I have to season the cast iron grate. Actually, I have to wash it well with soap and water first. Bleh... But I think I can get those two things done.
I was just... going along this morning. I wasn't getting to anything. But I didn't see the problem until it got worse. Later.
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Yeah, okay, I figured out the problem with the system. The water filter has no female coupling. When I was at the store I checked several. They all seemed the same. It seems there are thieves or they don't check their kit when it arrives. Being my first time, I just thought it would work out somehow. Nope, so I have to run that back in. While in town I might as well exchange the grill deck, do some meat and milk shopping, and see if I can find out where dry ice might be sold. Hmm, and look for a haircut. Or not. I really am tired. Perhaps a nap first. Bleh. Dinner is coming this evening so I can't go far until it arrives.
Hmm, I can clean the packing gunk off the grill and light the coals to season the grill for use. There are probably a few other little things to tinker with while I get ready for a nap. Hmm... Might look at the front tire, see how to remove it. Maybe put up the tent and take measurements... Not sure if that is a little job or not.
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Oh, today you ask?
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I went to bed well. I made it to 20:00, give or take. Down like a rock I went. Bubble Yum! Again, oddly, I woke midsleep, emptied the bladder, then back to bed. I'm not sure why that is happening. It is an oddity, only really explainable in that possibly, as I stretch the day, my bladder goes to sleep before I do. Up at 4:00, give or take, the final time.
I am hoping to set up the tent today, and measure it out for D.C. I also hope to figure out the bike tire removal, plus how to then keep the handle bars locked back while I drive. But first, and earlier, I plan to begin working on the watering system. Much is dependent on how long that takes, which will depend on how well everything falls in place. If I get through all of that, then I might also work on the plumbing... just figure out a little woodblock setup to put the thing together whole and in place, then solder it all at once before then installing it as a chunk. That will cut the time of production down significantly, requiring only one cool down rest period before installing the cold water out all at once. Yeah...
Tomorrow? Weeds. The rest of the week will be dedicated to weeds. I will have to go back into town for meats, to return the larger grill grate and find the correct size, and look for a pizza stone. Nothing fancy, just... Oh, and milk, and dry ice. Ugh but it seems like a lot to do. And it is and isn't. I think I will look at the weather reports and pick a day they suggest might be a bit cooler. Though... their numbers are off so often I am not sure why I bother. Tea leaves would do as well. Hmm, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are all supposed to be only 90. That's the best it gets for a while. I will have insulin coming in probably Thursday. Other than that, my schedule is clear. Depending on when it arrives, that might be a good enough day.
Well, and through out the week I need to begin packing. My backpack, fully assembled, is said to have 6,100 cubic inches of space. How to pack that is a whole different matter. I am hoping to use one of the side rockets, initially, for a road pack. The other I am hoping will take the odds and ends of Burning Man kit and maybe medical (not medicines, those go in my travel pack, just first aid and such). The main pack will get gear and kit for survival such as the tent, stove, and such; extra clothes; and things of that sort. It is a lot of space but it won't hold everything even of that sort. MRE's, for example. Some will go in, for the day pack, but certainly not all. If I were simply camp packing, yeah. But not for a week of extremes of temp plus doodads, a long travel to get to that point, and a long travel back. Should be interesting. I've never packed this bag, if other big bags, and haven't packed in decades otherwise.
I remember always having two seabags when I'd go on subs. Had one chief ask about it. I just told him my clothes were outsized, that I had no choice. He looked me over, his eyes crossed, and he said nary another word. I just grinned, walked on through, then chuckled. My crew friends just patted me on the back and laughed about the event as long as I knew them. They were sure he was going to make me pack down. There was a pool, or so I heard. They didn't know as much as they thought though, either. My bad. Should have gotten into the pool, though if I had known about it I would have, that's all I'm saying. I was "special", minus hardhats, arson, temper tantrums, and short buses, mostly. Still am, some things never change.
Oh, the great thing about the pack is that I can cut it down to one or two of those rocket pods, the side pods, each being 915 in^3, which I can use alone or together with the same harness that carries the whole kit. So, yeah, it is quite versatile. Has it's own, attached, rain cover too, on the main body, as it might not fit under most rain ponchos. If I have one of the pods for first aid, one for a rough day pack that will only need to be slightly repacked once there, I will be good to go. Can always leave the day pack, empty the medical, and bike to get ice... in theory. Ice seller is only open from 9:00 to 5:00 or such, the hottest part of the day, of course! Ugh... Still, if it's hot, better sometimes to be quick and hot than slow and cooked? Will find out.
So, that is what is happening this week. Watering, weeds, a bit more shopping, and more weeds. Oh, and fertilizer. I'll be studying that yet this morning before the sun comes up. Later.
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I went to bed well. I made it to 20:00, give or take. Down like a rock I went. Bubble Yum! Again, oddly, I woke midsleep, emptied the bladder, then back to bed. I'm not sure why that is happening. It is an oddity, only really explainable in that possibly, as I stretch the day, my bladder goes to sleep before I do. Up at 4:00, give or take, the final time.
I am hoping to set up the tent today, and measure it out for D.C. I also hope to figure out the bike tire removal, plus how to then keep the handle bars locked back while I drive. But first, and earlier, I plan to begin working on the watering system. Much is dependent on how long that takes, which will depend on how well everything falls in place. If I get through all of that, then I might also work on the plumbing... just figure out a little woodblock setup to put the thing together whole and in place, then solder it all at once before then installing it as a chunk. That will cut the time of production down significantly, requiring only one cool down rest period before installing the cold water out all at once. Yeah...
Tomorrow? Weeds. The rest of the week will be dedicated to weeds. I will have to go back into town for meats, to return the larger grill grate and find the correct size, and look for a pizza stone. Nothing fancy, just... Oh, and milk, and dry ice. Ugh but it seems like a lot to do. And it is and isn't. I think I will look at the weather reports and pick a day they suggest might be a bit cooler. Though... their numbers are off so often I am not sure why I bother. Tea leaves would do as well. Hmm, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are all supposed to be only 90. That's the best it gets for a while. I will have insulin coming in probably Thursday. Other than that, my schedule is clear. Depending on when it arrives, that might be a good enough day.
Well, and through out the week I need to begin packing. My backpack, fully assembled, is said to have 6,100 cubic inches of space. How to pack that is a whole different matter. I am hoping to use one of the side rockets, initially, for a road pack. The other I am hoping will take the odds and ends of Burning Man kit and maybe medical (not medicines, those go in my travel pack, just first aid and such). The main pack will get gear and kit for survival such as the tent, stove, and such; extra clothes; and things of that sort. It is a lot of space but it won't hold everything even of that sort. MRE's, for example. Some will go in, for the day pack, but certainly not all. If I were simply camp packing, yeah. But not for a week of extremes of temp plus doodads, a long travel to get to that point, and a long travel back. Should be interesting. I've never packed this bag, if other big bags, and haven't packed in decades otherwise.
I remember always having two seabags when I'd go on subs. Had one chief ask about it. I just told him my clothes were outsized, that I had no choice. He looked me over, his eyes crossed, and he said nary another word. I just grinned, walked on through, then chuckled. My crew friends just patted me on the back and laughed about the event as long as I knew them. They were sure he was going to make me pack down. There was a pool, or so I heard. They didn't know as much as they thought though, either. My bad. Should have gotten into the pool, though if I had known about it I would have, that's all I'm saying. I was "special", minus hardhats, arson, temper tantrums, and short buses, mostly. Still am, some things never change.
Oh, the great thing about the pack is that I can cut it down to one or two of those rocket pods, the side pods, each being 915 in^3, which I can use alone or together with the same harness that carries the whole kit. So, yeah, it is quite versatile. Has it's own, attached, rain cover too, on the main body, as it might not fit under most rain ponchos. If I have one of the pods for first aid, one for a rough day pack that will only need to be slightly repacked once there, I will be good to go. Can always leave the day pack, empty the medical, and bike to get ice... in theory. Ice seller is only open from 9:00 to 5:00 or such, the hottest part of the day, of course! Ugh... Still, if it's hot, better sometimes to be quick and hot than slow and cooked? Will find out.
So, that is what is happening this week. Watering, weeds, a bit more shopping, and more weeds. Oh, and fertilizer. I'll be studying that yet this morning before the sun comes up. Later.
Another start, another day, another chance.
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I've been rolling those dice as if I could afford it. Now, I always have gotten something for the roll, just nothing that creates wealth, only capacity. Some of the capacity has no value itself beyond something like BMan. Some of it has limitied life application. Some of it has a broader use. Due to my health, there is little I could invest in which would lend to me yielding wealth from the exchange. Goats can't really be sold without access to federally inspected slaughterhouses. I wonder if even chickens can be sold out? Eggs? I suppose I could figure out how to buy woodworking equipment and do something there, but without the skills, or way to get them other than expensive trial and error, that is beyond me. That, too, is a very slow income... unless you build a client list, and then you quickly become overwhelmed. For me the equipment could not be kept busy enough to ever pay for itself. Health doesn't allow it.
Now, I suppose I could buy gold and silver or other direct forms of wealth. But right now those are being used by the ubber wealthy and governments to artificially hold stores of wealth. They are inflated beyond their true worth, in any situation, if also being kept low so that bubble doesn't pop next. They will go up and down as the various sides spar, as those holding it try to check prices (most likely in order to hold it as a store... if prices sore governments and billionaires will liquidate, destroying the artificial economic edifice). Personally I don't have the way to make a sale fast enough not to lose grandly. While silver will have some value even after upheaval, surviving the upheaval itself it what I am shooting for at my level of income. And silver will just, most likely, be barter fodder. There will be no such thing as wealth save in herds of livestock, tracts of land and the equipment to tend it, access to potable water and other foods. Wealth as we know it may be a thing of the past. No million dollar cars, no $40k watches, no yachts, no multi-million dollar penthouse suites. The safety of such people is being kept in place by civility, not police. And hungry people are not civil, not at all. Those things will be taken as if from children, broken children if they try to cling to "their stuff". There won't be any safe place to go, either. Everyone, everywhere, will be hungry. Possibly even them. Most don't realize their advantage would give them a chance to flee and find isolated but rough refuge. No, many think their shit doesn't stink and law and their hubris is enough to keep the world in check. Then again, they think that is what made them rich in the first place. Great success, zero understanding... they were just a golden cog, at the right place at the right time, not an island unto themselves.
These social and economic storms come about from time to time, much as floods, tornadoes, earthquakes, and the rest, to wipe away the old and set things fresh. It quickens, gets rid of those who can't or won't adjust, and makes the playing field flat as a real pancake once more. We haven't had one in a while. One way or another it is coming.
Many eschew wars. And wisely by notion. Little wars, good or bad of cause or outcome, often... are like setting little fires in the forest, seen in the bigger picture. While it is best to choose wars justly, carry them out rightly, and then see them to fruits, most politicians don't have that interest. I still wonder if Vietnam was allowed to fail simply to get rid of more Vietnamese. Let huge numbers of them be genocided out of existence. It would also wash, according to anti-Americans in power at the time, the stain of Americanism from those shores. Oddly, those very same sorts, and their cohorts, starting with Kennedy, where who took us there. Vietnam, itself, seen as a study, should itself be a reason for "why not Democrat". That hasn't improved. Using conscripts was the largest mistake of the whole thing for us. Cutting off aid, knowing what would happen, was the worst internationally. Our allies had to understand then that America is a nation of two minds. One of those minds is insane, evil, pernicious, capricious, and careless... hell, suicidal.
Hmm... just waking... Blathering. I'll get to a today post separate from this one.
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I've been rolling those dice as if I could afford it. Now, I always have gotten something for the roll, just nothing that creates wealth, only capacity. Some of the capacity has no value itself beyond something like BMan. Some of it has limitied life application. Some of it has a broader use. Due to my health, there is little I could invest in which would lend to me yielding wealth from the exchange. Goats can't really be sold without access to federally inspected slaughterhouses. I wonder if even chickens can be sold out? Eggs? I suppose I could figure out how to buy woodworking equipment and do something there, but without the skills, or way to get them other than expensive trial and error, that is beyond me. That, too, is a very slow income... unless you build a client list, and then you quickly become overwhelmed. For me the equipment could not be kept busy enough to ever pay for itself. Health doesn't allow it.
Now, I suppose I could buy gold and silver or other direct forms of wealth. But right now those are being used by the ubber wealthy and governments to artificially hold stores of wealth. They are inflated beyond their true worth, in any situation, if also being kept low so that bubble doesn't pop next. They will go up and down as the various sides spar, as those holding it try to check prices (most likely in order to hold it as a store... if prices sore governments and billionaires will liquidate, destroying the artificial economic edifice). Personally I don't have the way to make a sale fast enough not to lose grandly. While silver will have some value even after upheaval, surviving the upheaval itself it what I am shooting for at my level of income. And silver will just, most likely, be barter fodder. There will be no such thing as wealth save in herds of livestock, tracts of land and the equipment to tend it, access to potable water and other foods. Wealth as we know it may be a thing of the past. No million dollar cars, no $40k watches, no yachts, no multi-million dollar penthouse suites. The safety of such people is being kept in place by civility, not police. And hungry people are not civil, not at all. Those things will be taken as if from children, broken children if they try to cling to "their stuff". There won't be any safe place to go, either. Everyone, everywhere, will be hungry. Possibly even them. Most don't realize their advantage would give them a chance to flee and find isolated but rough refuge. No, many think their shit doesn't stink and law and their hubris is enough to keep the world in check. Then again, they think that is what made them rich in the first place. Great success, zero understanding... they were just a golden cog, at the right place at the right time, not an island unto themselves.
These social and economic storms come about from time to time, much as floods, tornadoes, earthquakes, and the rest, to wipe away the old and set things fresh. It quickens, gets rid of those who can't or won't adjust, and makes the playing field flat as a real pancake once more. We haven't had one in a while. One way or another it is coming.
Many eschew wars. And wisely by notion. Little wars, good or bad of cause or outcome, often... are like setting little fires in the forest, seen in the bigger picture. While it is best to choose wars justly, carry them out rightly, and then see them to fruits, most politicians don't have that interest. I still wonder if Vietnam was allowed to fail simply to get rid of more Vietnamese. Let huge numbers of them be genocided out of existence. It would also wash, according to anti-Americans in power at the time, the stain of Americanism from those shores. Oddly, those very same sorts, and their cohorts, starting with Kennedy, where who took us there. Vietnam, itself, seen as a study, should itself be a reason for "why not Democrat". That hasn't improved. Using conscripts was the largest mistake of the whole thing for us. Cutting off aid, knowing what would happen, was the worst internationally. Our allies had to understand then that America is a nation of two minds. One of those minds is insane, evil, pernicious, capricious, and careless... hell, suicidal.
Hmm... just waking... Blathering. I'll get to a today post separate from this one.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Great until a poke in the eye.
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Yeah. Got a shower in. Having clean folded clothes right and ready is fantastic. Then to check the bike rack. I think it will work but I will have to take off the front wheel. I want to drive with it, to ensure it will not bang. I don't want to be down the road on a virgin run with it, in a time crunch, and have to try to figure it out. No! I am fearful about messing with the tire as much trouble as I had with the breaks. Hmm, then again, it's just the front tire. I may not need to mess with it? I'll know shortly. I was running low on time so I just stowed everything for another time.
Into town. I stopped at a hardware store and found most of my needs and wants. Charcoal, wood chips of various sorts, apple, cherry, pecan, and hickory I believe. I found a grate, but it is too large. When he suggested the grate for a 22" grill, I think he meant the sub-grate. They had that, at 17", but he said the 22" grate (or, so I believed). I did keep the receipt, so no problem. I meant to measure it, but lost track of time tinkering with the bike rack and never did do that.
I wanted to stop for a few other things. I also didn't want to leave meat in the auto, or other groceries, and time was drawing too close for a haircut. I assumed I would be able to get to those things after the eye exam. So, finally, to the eye doc. It all looks good. He was impressed and pleased with some strange things, like some parts of my eyes being so perfectly round. I am sure docs have their favorite... stats, traits? I am not sure if my eyes have changed. Since he is a new to me doc, he may not know either. Then again, they did test the glasses I was wearing so they have some idea. Forgot to ask. I did ask about contacts. For disposables he had daily and month. Daily, for sure. I don't have to worry about them being in a container and forgetting how long they have been in there, unused or used a few times. Bleh, nasty.
He hooked me up with a sample. And he checked to see if they aligned as designed. They did. And I could see fairly well in the office. Due to the stuff he put in my eyes though, this and that, between dilation and something else, I can't see for squat right now. Sunglasses helped, outside, a bit. But it isn't great. Yeah, you will have to pardon me for no editing. I can't even see what I am writing, not well or easily.
As such, and being 100 in town on top of the general rush, I had to call the rest of my trip off. I'll get back to town perhaps in a few days. I need meats to try out. I never did track down dry ice in Logan, on the internet. I did try though. I'll probably just call around to the most likely places. Sometimes even ice cream shops carry it.
All in all, though, I am pleased with the day. I just wish my eyes would return to focus. I still have the contacts in. Maybe they aren't letting my eyes return to normal? Whatever... I'll just take them out, I guess, and see what else I can do. Gaming is out, working with anything small is out, reading is out. I hate this. Later.
Hmm, yeah... contacts out, glasses on... I can mostly read. To painful still to try to edit so...
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Yeah. Got a shower in. Having clean folded clothes right and ready is fantastic. Then to check the bike rack. I think it will work but I will have to take off the front wheel. I want to drive with it, to ensure it will not bang. I don't want to be down the road on a virgin run with it, in a time crunch, and have to try to figure it out. No! I am fearful about messing with the tire as much trouble as I had with the breaks. Hmm, then again, it's just the front tire. I may not need to mess with it? I'll know shortly. I was running low on time so I just stowed everything for another time.
Into town. I stopped at a hardware store and found most of my needs and wants. Charcoal, wood chips of various sorts, apple, cherry, pecan, and hickory I believe. I found a grate, but it is too large. When he suggested the grate for a 22" grill, I think he meant the sub-grate. They had that, at 17", but he said the 22" grate (or, so I believed). I did keep the receipt, so no problem. I meant to measure it, but lost track of time tinkering with the bike rack and never did do that.
I wanted to stop for a few other things. I also didn't want to leave meat in the auto, or other groceries, and time was drawing too close for a haircut. I assumed I would be able to get to those things after the eye exam. So, finally, to the eye doc. It all looks good. He was impressed and pleased with some strange things, like some parts of my eyes being so perfectly round. I am sure docs have their favorite... stats, traits? I am not sure if my eyes have changed. Since he is a new to me doc, he may not know either. Then again, they did test the glasses I was wearing so they have some idea. Forgot to ask. I did ask about contacts. For disposables he had daily and month. Daily, for sure. I don't have to worry about them being in a container and forgetting how long they have been in there, unused or used a few times. Bleh, nasty.
He hooked me up with a sample. And he checked to see if they aligned as designed. They did. And I could see fairly well in the office. Due to the stuff he put in my eyes though, this and that, between dilation and something else, I can't see for squat right now. Sunglasses helped, outside, a bit. But it isn't great. Yeah, you will have to pardon me for no editing. I can't even see what I am writing, not well or easily.
As such, and being 100 in town on top of the general rush, I had to call the rest of my trip off. I'll get back to town perhaps in a few days. I need meats to try out. I never did track down dry ice in Logan, on the internet. I did try though. I'll probably just call around to the most likely places. Sometimes even ice cream shops carry it.
All in all, though, I am pleased with the day. I just wish my eyes would return to focus. I still have the contacts in. Maybe they aren't letting my eyes return to normal? Whatever... I'll just take them out, I guess, and see what else I can do. Gaming is out, working with anything small is out, reading is out. I hate this. Later.
Hmm, yeah... contacts out, glasses on... I can mostly read. To painful still to try to edit so...
Seems strange but I am becoming impressed with trip prep.
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Oh, not to get ahead of myself. There is still much to do. Starting too early would have been a mistake, fatigue sets in. I started from fatigue and am working myself toward readiness. I am not rushing, yet. But each day sees little or bigger parts of the equation coming together. Today the grill, so far, yesterday a testing and sorting of pieces of new equipment and support materials. Today I will be seeing about contacts, getting bits and pieces to make the grill work more exactly, finding sources for dry ice and buying enough to play with, testing the bike rack I ordered, and buying meats. I will either set the tent up today or tomorrow. I have eight 10" and 15" tent stakes, and whatever tent stakes are with the tent. I do believe I customized those already but will have to check. Hmm, I ought to put my extra rubber mallet in with that kit. Or should I get a small sledge hammer? Dunno, thinking on it. Money is starting to have to be watched carefully and I keep seeing "more stuff". Gah!
Tomorrow will be working in the garden and putting up the tent if I don't get to it yet this morning. I think I will work on the drip line first, in hopes that will help with the weeds. Then, if I have time and energy, weeds. If weeds aren't tended tomorrow, then I will be tending them the rest of the week, while looking over the fertilizers. I know it's a bit late but it's what I have, when I have it, as I can do it.
There are things I didn't get done. There is more I might want or think I need. But given time, money, concentration, and energy and with schedule issues, I am doing fine. Actually this summer has been quite good. Spring was pretty good. Sure, had some down times, but I got over them sooner rather than later. Life continues to improve. Who knows, before I am sixty, maybe before I am fifty, I might finish my engineering degree. One never knows. Mechanical, this time, and directed at working with firearms though. Or... maybe. Dunno, would think about it as time approached, should that happen. It is actually feasible, now that they are treating the real health issue and at least somewhat successfully.
Oh, the leftover ribs are my treat for being a good boy through putting the grill together, rarely such a fine treat for what turns out to be so easy of a trick! Later.
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Oh, not to get ahead of myself. There is still much to do. Starting too early would have been a mistake, fatigue sets in. I started from fatigue and am working myself toward readiness. I am not rushing, yet. But each day sees little or bigger parts of the equation coming together. Today the grill, so far, yesterday a testing and sorting of pieces of new equipment and support materials. Today I will be seeing about contacts, getting bits and pieces to make the grill work more exactly, finding sources for dry ice and buying enough to play with, testing the bike rack I ordered, and buying meats. I will either set the tent up today or tomorrow. I have eight 10" and 15" tent stakes, and whatever tent stakes are with the tent. I do believe I customized those already but will have to check. Hmm, I ought to put my extra rubber mallet in with that kit. Or should I get a small sledge hammer? Dunno, thinking on it. Money is starting to have to be watched carefully and I keep seeing "more stuff". Gah!
Tomorrow will be working in the garden and putting up the tent if I don't get to it yet this morning. I think I will work on the drip line first, in hopes that will help with the weeds. Then, if I have time and energy, weeds. If weeds aren't tended tomorrow, then I will be tending them the rest of the week, while looking over the fertilizers. I know it's a bit late but it's what I have, when I have it, as I can do it.
There are things I didn't get done. There is more I might want or think I need. But given time, money, concentration, and energy and with schedule issues, I am doing fine. Actually this summer has been quite good. Spring was pretty good. Sure, had some down times, but I got over them sooner rather than later. Life continues to improve. Who knows, before I am sixty, maybe before I am fifty, I might finish my engineering degree. One never knows. Mechanical, this time, and directed at working with firearms though. Or... maybe. Dunno, would think about it as time approached, should that happen. It is actually feasible, now that they are treating the real health issue and at least somewhat successfully.
Oh, the leftover ribs are my treat for being a good boy through putting the grill together, rarely such a fine treat for what turns out to be so easy of a trick! Later.
I think I did well in the Char-Griller Kamado.
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I went looking for a guide video about putting the grill together. Nothing, naturally. But I did find a guy who is doing a series of reviews. The first is going over the features, and some after construction directions, namely seasoning the grill and the center piece. He also checked for air tight seal, shut down time, and some other things. The next in the series in roasting a pork butt low and slow, something I am quite curious about. That is something we could share out. The thing is, I don't know how many people it is supposed to feed, I wouldn't have anything but the meat to offer, and... well, just not sure about doing that this year. Pork butt, a beef roast, anything like that would be great. Just let it cook while out doing things and have it ready in the evening or morning. Though, of course, some practice to know how to set it and when to expect it to be ready. Given the day and night temps in the desert, I am sure that will throw timing. Bleh...
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I went looking for a guide video about putting the grill together. Nothing, naturally. But I did find a guy who is doing a series of reviews. The first is going over the features, and some after construction directions, namely seasoning the grill and the center piece. He also checked for air tight seal, shut down time, and some other things. The next in the series in roasting a pork butt low and slow, something I am quite curious about. That is something we could share out. The thing is, I don't know how many people it is supposed to feed, I wouldn't have anything but the meat to offer, and... well, just not sure about doing that this year. Pork butt, a beef roast, anything like that would be great. Just let it cook while out doing things and have it ready in the evening or morning. Though, of course, some practice to know how to set it and when to expect it to be ready. Given the day and night temps in the desert, I am sure that will throw timing. Bleh...
Oh, sweetness.
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A few nights of pushing my bedtime and I am falling in love with a good night of sleep like that first time with lady love. No guilt involved, no complexity, just sweet bliss. I made it well into 19:00, and nigh on to 20:00. Waking at, perhaps, 1:30... after a bladder check, it was back to bed. I don't usually wake in need of going to the bathroom, even with all my seeming frailties, save when I am just restarting medicines after a long hiatus, it's the water pill that will then kick it out like a waterfall until my body is at equilibrium. My guess is as I push the envelope I am more inured to the calls of nature before bedtime. Then again, I am also not completely convinced that this is what is waking me. Anyway, getting back to sleep was simplicity itself. I woke at 4:00 give or take five or ten, depending on when I first started bubbling to the surface and when consciousness finally kissed me on the forehead with a punch. Gotta love passive-aggressive! Come to think of it... Yeah, I need a wife. Heh.
I was dreaming. Something became clear. Most of my women have had or developed a wry sense of humor. As I think back I have to suggest I played a part in that. Both in application of humor to them that they didn't necessarily always see or appreciate (sometimes at all) and the man-cowpies I would leave around our lives and home that they would find, often barefoot and unhappily, and their reactions to those, proverbially to be sure in the latter. No, I am not saying I am a conscientious stinker, I just realize that just being a man, even simply human, and doing what I do as such and the fact that my defecation is an attack on the olfactory is a fact despite my immunity has added to the reality on the ground. Fair enough. Still, one way or another, a woman around me will become wryly humorous. Some of them grow into it more willingly, graceful, accepting it well. Some not so much. None escape the slightly dark fate. I do wonder how many realized what happened to them.
Ah, today? I have an appointment this afternoon. Late afternoon. What day is today, Tuesday? Okay. I can call my dinner folk and suggest if dinner will be earlier than to just skip me. Just... getting that sorted.
I am hoping, a little earlier than I tried it yesterday morning, to try to get going on that grill. I didn't look up construction instructions online last night. I was fading fast at my last post. I put the notion in short term memory, then linked that to my bootup runtime. I'll do that after this post. I would also like to see if the bike rack fits the Xterra and holds the bike securely. I know I will need to use bungee cords and maybe a bike lock to keep the thing secure. I hate having stuff on my vehicle when I stay at places near big cities. When people want, some people, they don't mind breaking, even unnecessarily, to get what they are probably just going to destroy or abandon at some point anyway. This is why you can't give certain people enough to ever secure their place in civility. They, in congregate, are why people like me were created. It just never really balances out. Glad I got out of the faux balancing act. Heck, most of America's leaders are busy negotiating away what made America special to try to placate the implacable, if more to gain power to become more like the horde than what they suggest they are, civil.
Anyway. While in town, charcoal or such, a few meats to go with what I have, some dry ice, and then the eye doctor visit. Hmm, I may try to locate dry ice before heading into town. Hopefully there is a place that services dry ice and regular ice needs plus offers charcoal, all in a one stop event. Actually, with the meats, I might as well pick up all that I am taking today. I'll simply split out what I am taking, mash it if needed, bag it, freeze it, and have it prepped for the ice chest in it's due. The thing with the dry ice is to use a small chest and fill the void with a few things, explore filling the space of sublimation with various things, and perhaps try various things to see what will keep the cooler itself safe from cracking. It will have to be left outside, but I can put it in shade and in my old sleeping bag. Actually I have two old bags, I will be using the lesser of these just as I will be on the trip.
Pieces and parts and things and doings. Hmm... It is going forward. The cave is even getting a lick and a spit as I am waking and rising to the demands of the events. Oh... One thing? I realized I needed an extra camera chip less than extra batteries. Bleh. A chip will hold 9,999 pictures (if I am not sure how it is set). But a battery will only offer 200-300 pictures, max. I have three batteries, but in the heat I am not positive the batteries will last as they otherwise might, either in camera or out. Still, that is, I can hope, 600 pictures. Enough, most likely. I am not even sure I will use it all that much. And it is supposed to be registered before I even use it. I will have to see if you can pre-register it or if you have to clamor for registration once there. It might be a gate thing. Bleh. With all the rules and regs, and given the nature of the event, I have to wonder if Jobs or Gates isn't somehow involved with all the legal aspects of this thing. Pirates are the most protective of their loot, and other people's (until they can raid it). Never mind.
I will be taking lots of batteries. But many of the things I will be taking eat batteries. Some batteries are exclusively rechargeable types though. With the Xt'ter there, and a minor dc to ac converter, I could do some of that. And we are in the alternative energy camp so their might be some availability for that. But it might just be use items until they drop and then go without thing. Running down the battery in the X would be unwise. Next year I hope to have various rechargeable and a solar recharger, or two, if I go.
Yeah, morning blather. I have some things to do, and waking up first. Hmm, back to looking for video instructions on putting that grill together first thing. Later.
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A few nights of pushing my bedtime and I am falling in love with a good night of sleep like that first time with lady love. No guilt involved, no complexity, just sweet bliss. I made it well into 19:00, and nigh on to 20:00. Waking at, perhaps, 1:30... after a bladder check, it was back to bed. I don't usually wake in need of going to the bathroom, even with all my seeming frailties, save when I am just restarting medicines after a long hiatus, it's the water pill that will then kick it out like a waterfall until my body is at equilibrium. My guess is as I push the envelope I am more inured to the calls of nature before bedtime. Then again, I am also not completely convinced that this is what is waking me. Anyway, getting back to sleep was simplicity itself. I woke at 4:00 give or take five or ten, depending on when I first started bubbling to the surface and when consciousness finally kissed me on the forehead with a punch. Gotta love passive-aggressive! Come to think of it... Yeah, I need a wife. Heh.
I was dreaming. Something became clear. Most of my women have had or developed a wry sense of humor. As I think back I have to suggest I played a part in that. Both in application of humor to them that they didn't necessarily always see or appreciate (sometimes at all) and the man-cowpies I would leave around our lives and home that they would find, often barefoot and unhappily, and their reactions to those, proverbially to be sure in the latter. No, I am not saying I am a conscientious stinker, I just realize that just being a man, even simply human, and doing what I do as such and the fact that my defecation is an attack on the olfactory is a fact despite my immunity has added to the reality on the ground. Fair enough. Still, one way or another, a woman around me will become wryly humorous. Some of them grow into it more willingly, graceful, accepting it well. Some not so much. None escape the slightly dark fate. I do wonder how many realized what happened to them.
Ah, today? I have an appointment this afternoon. Late afternoon. What day is today, Tuesday? Okay. I can call my dinner folk and suggest if dinner will be earlier than to just skip me. Just... getting that sorted.
I am hoping, a little earlier than I tried it yesterday morning, to try to get going on that grill. I didn't look up construction instructions online last night. I was fading fast at my last post. I put the notion in short term memory, then linked that to my bootup runtime. I'll do that after this post. I would also like to see if the bike rack fits the Xterra and holds the bike securely. I know I will need to use bungee cords and maybe a bike lock to keep the thing secure. I hate having stuff on my vehicle when I stay at places near big cities. When people want, some people, they don't mind breaking, even unnecessarily, to get what they are probably just going to destroy or abandon at some point anyway. This is why you can't give certain people enough to ever secure their place in civility. They, in congregate, are why people like me were created. It just never really balances out. Glad I got out of the faux balancing act. Heck, most of America's leaders are busy negotiating away what made America special to try to placate the implacable, if more to gain power to become more like the horde than what they suggest they are, civil.
Anyway. While in town, charcoal or such, a few meats to go with what I have, some dry ice, and then the eye doctor visit. Hmm, I may try to locate dry ice before heading into town. Hopefully there is a place that services dry ice and regular ice needs plus offers charcoal, all in a one stop event. Actually, with the meats, I might as well pick up all that I am taking today. I'll simply split out what I am taking, mash it if needed, bag it, freeze it, and have it prepped for the ice chest in it's due. The thing with the dry ice is to use a small chest and fill the void with a few things, explore filling the space of sublimation with various things, and perhaps try various things to see what will keep the cooler itself safe from cracking. It will have to be left outside, but I can put it in shade and in my old sleeping bag. Actually I have two old bags, I will be using the lesser of these just as I will be on the trip.
Pieces and parts and things and doings. Hmm... It is going forward. The cave is even getting a lick and a spit as I am waking and rising to the demands of the events. Oh... One thing? I realized I needed an extra camera chip less than extra batteries. Bleh. A chip will hold 9,999 pictures (if I am not sure how it is set). But a battery will only offer 200-300 pictures, max. I have three batteries, but in the heat I am not positive the batteries will last as they otherwise might, either in camera or out. Still, that is, I can hope, 600 pictures. Enough, most likely. I am not even sure I will use it all that much. And it is supposed to be registered before I even use it. I will have to see if you can pre-register it or if you have to clamor for registration once there. It might be a gate thing. Bleh. With all the rules and regs, and given the nature of the event, I have to wonder if Jobs or Gates isn't somehow involved with all the legal aspects of this thing. Pirates are the most protective of their loot, and other people's (until they can raid it). Never mind.
I will be taking lots of batteries. But many of the things I will be taking eat batteries. Some batteries are exclusively rechargeable types though. With the Xt'ter there, and a minor dc to ac converter, I could do some of that. And we are in the alternative energy camp so their might be some availability for that. But it might just be use items until they drop and then go without thing. Running down the battery in the X would be unwise. Next year I hope to have various rechargeable and a solar recharger, or two, if I go.
Yeah, morning blather. I have some things to do, and waking up first. Hmm, back to looking for video instructions on putting that grill together first thing. Later.
Monday, August 5, 2013
It's a good thing I started pushing.
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My eye doctor appointment is late tomorrow afternoon. When I set an appointment, even just a month in advance, I honestly don't know if mornings or afternoons are best. Sometimes neither will work. It's like I live on a rotating shift and am given no warning. Oh, I can fight it. Sometimes I can dance around it. Sometimes I can do little, even call and rescheduling is out of my grasp. Yeah. People don't like that. Being mostly dead doesn't register in people's minds and telling them you have a bad heart doesn't make sense either. Apologizing doesn't really seem to matter.
I should make it tomorrow. I may need a nap though.
I had hoped to get to more work today. But with the road trip, the heat, and pushing my day, it's just not going to happen. I should be able to finish putting the grill together tomorrow morning, so that getting several bags of coals to test it can go forward. Actually I was thinking of getting a bigger cut of meat, like pork shoulder or brisket. Maybe not the whole thing, just a larger chunk in order to test. That and hamburger. I have hamburger, but it's pretty lean. I mix with storebought and it works better. I also have sausage thawed, and I could thaw some chicken drumsticks. Yeah, that would give me a good idea how long a bag lasts hot, how well it does at a cooler setting, and how to adjust the heat best.
Oh, I think I am going to see if YouTube has someone putting the thing together. Instructions are okay, but there are often steps later in the reading that tell you to do something they should have instructed ahead. Yeah... No fun. Yeah, sure, I could read ahead. But often instructions don't make sense until your into that part of the project, and that assumes memory will work every time. Simply, it's annoying to have to backtrack. Well, and as I suggested, the instructions aren't exactly perfect. For example, they tell me to make sure the wheels are set in a certain way compared to the front and back. However I can't tell the difference between the front and the back. Two sides of the thing have what appear to be identical hinges, or handle brackets. So, which one is the front and which is the back? The instructions offer zero help.
It's nearing bedtime. I'm just waiting for dinner. So very tired, and getting a headache. Aspirin! Good night.
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My eye doctor appointment is late tomorrow afternoon. When I set an appointment, even just a month in advance, I honestly don't know if mornings or afternoons are best. Sometimes neither will work. It's like I live on a rotating shift and am given no warning. Oh, I can fight it. Sometimes I can dance around it. Sometimes I can do little, even call and rescheduling is out of my grasp. Yeah. People don't like that. Being mostly dead doesn't register in people's minds and telling them you have a bad heart doesn't make sense either. Apologizing doesn't really seem to matter.
I should make it tomorrow. I may need a nap though.
I had hoped to get to more work today. But with the road trip, the heat, and pushing my day, it's just not going to happen. I should be able to finish putting the grill together tomorrow morning, so that getting several bags of coals to test it can go forward. Actually I was thinking of getting a bigger cut of meat, like pork shoulder or brisket. Maybe not the whole thing, just a larger chunk in order to test. That and hamburger. I have hamburger, but it's pretty lean. I mix with storebought and it works better. I also have sausage thawed, and I could thaw some chicken drumsticks. Yeah, that would give me a good idea how long a bag lasts hot, how well it does at a cooler setting, and how to adjust the heat best.
Oh, I think I am going to see if YouTube has someone putting the thing together. Instructions are okay, but there are often steps later in the reading that tell you to do something they should have instructed ahead. Yeah... No fun. Yeah, sure, I could read ahead. But often instructions don't make sense until your into that part of the project, and that assumes memory will work every time. Simply, it's annoying to have to backtrack. Well, and as I suggested, the instructions aren't exactly perfect. For example, they tell me to make sure the wheels are set in a certain way compared to the front and back. However I can't tell the difference between the front and the back. Two sides of the thing have what appear to be identical hinges, or handle brackets. So, which one is the front and which is the back? The instructions offer zero help.
It's nearing bedtime. I'm just waiting for dinner. So very tired, and getting a headache. Aspirin! Good night.
It's hot out there folks.
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Yes it is. Not in the extreme, but heat fatigue from a long hot summer just adds to it. It isn't severe, mind you. I am dealing with it just fine. I simply noticed. And, with my screwy hours, how I feel about things is just plain weird.
I made it on time, just a little more than an half hour early. I would have been a bit earlier yet but for highway work. You know, it's one thing to take a four lane down to a two lane, but why take a four lane down to a zero lane? both sides were driving on the shoulder for about 10 miles. It's not like they don't work that road either. Every summer they close down two lanes at a time at some point. Nope, this time they needed them all. On the way home I decided to take the long but faster way. Construction there as well, but they did give us a lane. Thanks. And a third of the overpasses were being worked. My guess is it's more stimulus money being doled out to make it look like money is flowing. They are getting desperate. Time is getting short folks.
My doctor says it is about time for them to send another insulin so he will go ahead with that. I think he suggested, from now on, I will be getting two bottles at a time. They just wanted to make sure this would work. It seems to be working, so... I told him I wouldn't be here for the diabetes clinic, this one I will make because it won't be preaching about making food that doesn't impact me. I don't, and can't make my own food regularly and I am not about to get picky about what comes in. I appreciate that food in ways you can't understand. Beggars, in my book, can't be choosers. No, this will be to teach me how to dose the insulin so as to adjust for food intake. He asked about private insurance, because the pens are better. If I did it on my own it would be $130 a month. No such luck though. They are cheaper than the bottle, with syringes, and all, but... the V.A. takes... time to catch up to the markets. Ah well, it'll happen.
I had to go to the front desk to deal with the change in schedule for the diabetic thing. It was there I learned my doc is leaving, going back East. *sigh* So, now, I get to learn a new doctor. Bleh.
On the way home I stopped at for lunch. Beef ribs, I thought. Never having even seen that as a menu item I had no idea how much would arrive. Being quite hungry, I simply ordered a full rack. Needless to say a bit more than half of it is in my refrigerator! You know, if I was 15-25 again it wouldn't have been a problem. I might have ordered a second. No more, those days are gone. Still, it was some darned good eats. I love my smoked food restaurants. Mostly beef, but you never know.
I didn't stop anywhere with traffic and such. Bummed about the change in docs to. Ah well. I have to be in Logan tomorrow for an eye appointment. I will be looking for dry ice, some meats to try on the grill, and maybe a haircut of the BMan variety. Freaky but it's the way of it. I've been working up to a mohawk for some time now. It's about time.
A quick check of most of items I ordered and all looks good. I ordered some small blacklight flashlights. At first I thought they sent the wrong items. Frustrated I put the one I opened back in it's package and in with the others and looked over the rest of the gear. One of the extra camera batteries is charging. I'll check it when done. It looks like I got exactly what I ordered, save maybe the flashlights. But... why not at least check those. Batteries in, click... Hmm, if it isn't blacklight it IS something different. Yeah, even those are probably right. I might have to tinker with some of this stuff before long. Oh, and I did order a rooftop carry bag. Not canvas, but waterproof, with a lot of sales and good reports. That simply allows for a bit more space, with the interior being limited.
Blathering. I have a bunch of packages that arrived I need to look through. I suppose I could read some of the mail that arrived to. Dunno. Later!
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Yes it is. Not in the extreme, but heat fatigue from a long hot summer just adds to it. It isn't severe, mind you. I am dealing with it just fine. I simply noticed. And, with my screwy hours, how I feel about things is just plain weird.
I made it on time, just a little more than an half hour early. I would have been a bit earlier yet but for highway work. You know, it's one thing to take a four lane down to a two lane, but why take a four lane down to a zero lane? both sides were driving on the shoulder for about 10 miles. It's not like they don't work that road either. Every summer they close down two lanes at a time at some point. Nope, this time they needed them all. On the way home I decided to take the long but faster way. Construction there as well, but they did give us a lane. Thanks. And a third of the overpasses were being worked. My guess is it's more stimulus money being doled out to make it look like money is flowing. They are getting desperate. Time is getting short folks.
My doctor says it is about time for them to send another insulin so he will go ahead with that. I think he suggested, from now on, I will be getting two bottles at a time. They just wanted to make sure this would work. It seems to be working, so... I told him I wouldn't be here for the diabetes clinic, this one I will make because it won't be preaching about making food that doesn't impact me. I don't, and can't make my own food regularly and I am not about to get picky about what comes in. I appreciate that food in ways you can't understand. Beggars, in my book, can't be choosers. No, this will be to teach me how to dose the insulin so as to adjust for food intake. He asked about private insurance, because the pens are better. If I did it on my own it would be $130 a month. No such luck though. They are cheaper than the bottle, with syringes, and all, but... the V.A. takes... time to catch up to the markets. Ah well, it'll happen.
I had to go to the front desk to deal with the change in schedule for the diabetic thing. It was there I learned my doc is leaving, going back East. *sigh* So, now, I get to learn a new doctor. Bleh.
On the way home I stopped at for lunch. Beef ribs, I thought. Never having even seen that as a menu item I had no idea how much would arrive. Being quite hungry, I simply ordered a full rack. Needless to say a bit more than half of it is in my refrigerator! You know, if I was 15-25 again it wouldn't have been a problem. I might have ordered a second. No more, those days are gone. Still, it was some darned good eats. I love my smoked food restaurants. Mostly beef, but you never know.
I didn't stop anywhere with traffic and such. Bummed about the change in docs to. Ah well. I have to be in Logan tomorrow for an eye appointment. I will be looking for dry ice, some meats to try on the grill, and maybe a haircut of the BMan variety. Freaky but it's the way of it. I've been working up to a mohawk for some time now. It's about time.
A quick check of most of items I ordered and all looks good. I ordered some small blacklight flashlights. At first I thought they sent the wrong items. Frustrated I put the one I opened back in it's package and in with the others and looked over the rest of the gear. One of the extra camera batteries is charging. I'll check it when done. It looks like I got exactly what I ordered, save maybe the flashlights. But... why not at least check those. Batteries in, click... Hmm, if it isn't blacklight it IS something different. Yeah, even those are probably right. I might have to tinker with some of this stuff before long. Oh, and I did order a rooftop carry bag. Not canvas, but waterproof, with a lot of sales and good reports. That simply allows for a bit more space, with the interior being limited.
Blathering. I have a bunch of packages that arrived I need to look through. I suppose I could read some of the mail that arrived to. Dunno. Later!
As I suggested.
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While many see China as the boogeyman in the night, sneaking up and taking over the US position as super power, the truth is quite another thing. I have mentioned this dozens of times here on this blog and in comments out there. Often I was scorned as a simpleton fool. All you have to understand is that if you give a poor man a billion dollars he will be broke before he cashes the check. A communist is not only poor, he is a fool, and there is a saying just for that regarding coin. China has been being used for it's cheap labor, and being abused for it as to the quality of their wares. All other cheap labor nations built up and became both good at manufacturing and rose above 'their stations', save those with regimes that strictly limited ascension. As ascension meets caps to success and productivity, that boat (China) is sinking. Quite literally in some cases. *grins*
No, America, even with a anti-American president, if our industrious are fleeing one way or another, is still the business capital of the world. Oh, she is floundering. Caps are being put on, as in China. Wealth is dying in groves or simply not being created. Further, wealth is being squandered supporting industries that have to be allowed to fail in order for organic economic improvement and that improvement is being hindered by regulation meant to strangle the economy. The attempt to redistribute wealth world wide is both failing and killing us right now. But unless the switch has permanently been turned (albeit a distinct possibility) there is a chance to rebuild. Of course, that won't involve simply electing Republicans, most of whom are simply Democrats with an R. No, it will require a sea change , a paradigm shift in orders of magnitude above an election cycle. I don't actually see that just happening, I am not sure there are enough who understand who also aren't bought. Time will tell.
Then again it is train wrecks and plane crashes that are the only things that lead to improvements in some cases. Not a appetizing notion to those ON the trains or planes, just the facts. Of course, how many Russians and others died to prove Stalanism wrong? Best to figure it out before we get to that point. If... at best... time is short.
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While many see China as the boogeyman in the night, sneaking up and taking over the US position as super power, the truth is quite another thing. I have mentioned this dozens of times here on this blog and in comments out there. Often I was scorned as a simpleton fool. All you have to understand is that if you give a poor man a billion dollars he will be broke before he cashes the check. A communist is not only poor, he is a fool, and there is a saying just for that regarding coin. China has been being used for it's cheap labor, and being abused for it as to the quality of their wares. All other cheap labor nations built up and became both good at manufacturing and rose above 'their stations', save those with regimes that strictly limited ascension. As ascension meets caps to success and productivity, that boat (China) is sinking. Quite literally in some cases. *grins*
No, America, even with a anti-American president, if our industrious are fleeing one way or another, is still the business capital of the world. Oh, she is floundering. Caps are being put on, as in China. Wealth is dying in groves or simply not being created. Further, wealth is being squandered supporting industries that have to be allowed to fail in order for organic economic improvement and that improvement is being hindered by regulation meant to strangle the economy. The attempt to redistribute wealth world wide is both failing and killing us right now. But unless the switch has permanently been turned (albeit a distinct possibility) there is a chance to rebuild. Of course, that won't involve simply electing Republicans, most of whom are simply Democrats with an R. No, it will require a sea change , a paradigm shift in orders of magnitude above an election cycle. I don't actually see that just happening, I am not sure there are enough who understand who also aren't bought. Time will tell.
Then again it is train wrecks and plane crashes that are the only things that lead to improvements in some cases. Not a appetizing notion to those ON the trains or planes, just the facts. Of course, how many Russians and others died to prove Stalanism wrong? Best to figure it out before we get to that point. If... at best... time is short.
Oh, heavens, sleep is grand!
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I made it to 22:00 and change before waking. I could have waken fully at that time. As I was playing bladder paddy whack I decided against that theme. Back to bed, hard. Easy. Half after 2:00 and again my eyes fluttered. It's been a while since I woke in the dark. Beautiful. There is something about waking in a room that doesn't immediately flood the senses.
My medicine has been, at best sporadically being taken. Blood pressure is a little elevated but blood sugar is down to 129! That is the lowest I have seen it in... two years? Essentially without the shots for the last week. Yeah, they don't know. I think the insulin headed it down. But daily dosing will become a problem. Dosing before carbs might still be a good plan, to prevent spikes, but I'll have to check on that. Some things just don't add up. As I said, I think I have diabetes because my heart simply isn't sharing enough blood to all my organs, and things get hairy in there. As my heart improves, and with just a bit of attention for the spikes, that should be good. Daily doses will, again, drive my blood sugar to below sixty and I am simply not always able to be aware enough to see that coming and prevent it. As I have said, a below 60 blood sugar is the closest thing I have seen to death since the last time I died. I have a nose for these things these days. Prefer not to go there. Still, seeing my doc so we will discuss this.
My fear from personal experience is greater than my trust in his knowledge... too many doctors have suggested the wrong things too many times, based on "science". Still, I like him enough to trust to tell him and work out a plan rather than just using him for medicines and figuring it out solo. A vast improvement. I do the same with my heart docs, if a little more gingerly and sparingly for them. Honesty is paying dividends, but then it has been earned on their part. I'll give them that. And I have been trying to play my part, so long as any doctor order is seen as a "try everything on your plate, if you can't, we renegotiate", not a strict do or die thing. Simply, I won't allow myself too close to death or medicinal crippling.
I will probably do a quick hot rinse of the dishes rinsing, take a shower, and put the last few dishes to soak, pull the load of laundry out of the dryer and mess with those, then see if the headlamp and a lantern provides enough light to tinker with the grill. Okay, maybe not in that order but somewhere along those lines. I almost had a breakfast. Instead, a pot of coffee went on. It seems that I can have either water or black coffee. Neither is all that appealing but being that those are my choices I choose a rich, strong, coffee.
Ah, but a touch of music to light the fires... Oh, and a cup of joe. Later.
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I made it to 22:00 and change before waking. I could have waken fully at that time. As I was playing bladder paddy whack I decided against that theme. Back to bed, hard. Easy. Half after 2:00 and again my eyes fluttered. It's been a while since I woke in the dark. Beautiful. There is something about waking in a room that doesn't immediately flood the senses.
My medicine has been, at best sporadically being taken. Blood pressure is a little elevated but blood sugar is down to 129! That is the lowest I have seen it in... two years? Essentially without the shots for the last week. Yeah, they don't know. I think the insulin headed it down. But daily dosing will become a problem. Dosing before carbs might still be a good plan, to prevent spikes, but I'll have to check on that. Some things just don't add up. As I said, I think I have diabetes because my heart simply isn't sharing enough blood to all my organs, and things get hairy in there. As my heart improves, and with just a bit of attention for the spikes, that should be good. Daily doses will, again, drive my blood sugar to below sixty and I am simply not always able to be aware enough to see that coming and prevent it. As I have said, a below 60 blood sugar is the closest thing I have seen to death since the last time I died. I have a nose for these things these days. Prefer not to go there. Still, seeing my doc so we will discuss this.
My fear from personal experience is greater than my trust in his knowledge... too many doctors have suggested the wrong things too many times, based on "science". Still, I like him enough to trust to tell him and work out a plan rather than just using him for medicines and figuring it out solo. A vast improvement. I do the same with my heart docs, if a little more gingerly and sparingly for them. Honesty is paying dividends, but then it has been earned on their part. I'll give them that. And I have been trying to play my part, so long as any doctor order is seen as a "try everything on your plate, if you can't, we renegotiate", not a strict do or die thing. Simply, I won't allow myself too close to death or medicinal crippling.
I will probably do a quick hot rinse of the dishes rinsing, take a shower, and put the last few dishes to soak, pull the load of laundry out of the dryer and mess with those, then see if the headlamp and a lantern provides enough light to tinker with the grill. Okay, maybe not in that order but somewhere along those lines. I almost had a breakfast. Instead, a pot of coffee went on. It seems that I can have either water or black coffee. Neither is all that appealing but being that those are my choices I choose a rich, strong, coffee.
Ah, but a touch of music to light the fires... Oh, and a cup of joe. Later.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Oh, ouch, Yikes. And three other such.
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No, I didn't drop something on my foot, nearly cut off a finger, or any such. It's just that I am still awake and it is hitting 16:30. Pushing that envelope is simply painful. Supper came early, so I can go to bed at any time I like. Work stopped some time ago, no focus. The stuff on the line should be dry, as with the clothes in the dryer, when I wake. The dishes are in a final rinse soak. If I do get them done this evening/night when I wake, they will be fine. It's just when I leave them in that "final" rinse for a few days that the water gets yucky and I have to redo everything. Bleh. So, yeah, I'll get them done. Plus, I didn't get a shower today and want one. It's only been a day or two, but it is summer.
I have an appointment tomorrow morning, including a bit of a drive. And I have to remember not to eat or drink anything after midnight. It's difficult to know what time I will wake. The goal is 1:00, but midnight to even 3:00 is fine. That should put me in good humors and on track for the appointment. What IS early, what IS late, when you don't have a schedule, you don't sleep regular periods, you don't stay awake similar times every "day"? Crazy, I tell you.
Oh, yes. Bedtime. This pain must stop. Good... well yeah... good night.
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No, I didn't drop something on my foot, nearly cut off a finger, or any such. It's just that I am still awake and it is hitting 16:30. Pushing that envelope is simply painful. Supper came early, so I can go to bed at any time I like. Work stopped some time ago, no focus. The stuff on the line should be dry, as with the clothes in the dryer, when I wake. The dishes are in a final rinse soak. If I do get them done this evening/night when I wake, they will be fine. It's just when I leave them in that "final" rinse for a few days that the water gets yucky and I have to redo everything. Bleh. So, yeah, I'll get them done. Plus, I didn't get a shower today and want one. It's only been a day or two, but it is summer.
I have an appointment tomorrow morning, including a bit of a drive. And I have to remember not to eat or drink anything after midnight. It's difficult to know what time I will wake. The goal is 1:00, but midnight to even 3:00 is fine. That should put me in good humors and on track for the appointment. What IS early, what IS late, when you don't have a schedule, you don't sleep regular periods, you don't stay awake similar times every "day"? Crazy, I tell you.
Oh, yes. Bedtime. This pain must stop. Good... well yeah... good night.
Hmm, more to the old goat than I thought.
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The final load is in the wash, though I have one load of wash waiting on the dryer as I forgot to start that load. Odd. Just that, even for me, that is an extremely rare occurrence. Clothes are being sorted, folded, stored, as I go. Even some previously cleaned but untended clothing and sundry are now being tended. At least most of them were neatened so as to not have wrinkles. I plan on hitting the dishes before too long, then a shower before soaking the last little bit of them. Further, I am in the middle of setting up the grill. I had to flee the sun, it was just too bright this morning and shown directly on the only place I had to work.
Fine, I'll get to it in the early afternoon. My goal is to be up until supper arrives anyway. I am officially restarting days as the norm again. I will be working and tinkering off and on all day. I do take long rests. To blog, read other blogs, listen to music, or game. I don't quite understand just sitting still and quiet, save for prayer but that isn't the majority of my day. Well, and even that is active save for the part when I just open myself up to anything God wishes to... imbue, speak, teach. Yes, yes, I do that. I ask that I be His agent as I may and as He wills it. Listening is a part of that. I try to do bits of that during the day as well, but... well... I do try to remember and do succeed from time to time. Still, I hear Him even when active occasionally. Never mind.
Life is pretty good today. I can't say what flipped the switch. I could say it was restarting medicine. But I actually think that is only the half of it. Stopping medicine in the first place was the thing. This time there were no side effects. I guess I was deep enough in my funk that nothing mattered. But the stoppage and restart seemed to be drawing me out of the funk. All else remains equal. Good timing to. I am hoping to have my home in order, everything chosen to go either packed or ready, and even perhaps a dry pack to see how to fit things and if everything will fit. I don't know if I can afford it, but I would love to get a canvas bag, a big one, for the roof. Something that would hold at least the water jugs I intend to take. I don't think the roof would hold that much water weight (positively not) but it would hold the empty jugs and some other stuff easily. I'll look into that while I'm on my break, or next one?
Later.
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The final load is in the wash, though I have one load of wash waiting on the dryer as I forgot to start that load. Odd. Just that, even for me, that is an extremely rare occurrence. Clothes are being sorted, folded, stored, as I go. Even some previously cleaned but untended clothing and sundry are now being tended. At least most of them were neatened so as to not have wrinkles. I plan on hitting the dishes before too long, then a shower before soaking the last little bit of them. Further, I am in the middle of setting up the grill. I had to flee the sun, it was just too bright this morning and shown directly on the only place I had to work.
Fine, I'll get to it in the early afternoon. My goal is to be up until supper arrives anyway. I am officially restarting days as the norm again. I will be working and tinkering off and on all day. I do take long rests. To blog, read other blogs, listen to music, or game. I don't quite understand just sitting still and quiet, save for prayer but that isn't the majority of my day. Well, and even that is active save for the part when I just open myself up to anything God wishes to... imbue, speak, teach. Yes, yes, I do that. I ask that I be His agent as I may and as He wills it. Listening is a part of that. I try to do bits of that during the day as well, but... well... I do try to remember and do succeed from time to time. Still, I hear Him even when active occasionally. Never mind.
Life is pretty good today. I can't say what flipped the switch. I could say it was restarting medicine. But I actually think that is only the half of it. Stopping medicine in the first place was the thing. This time there were no side effects. I guess I was deep enough in my funk that nothing mattered. But the stoppage and restart seemed to be drawing me out of the funk. All else remains equal. Good timing to. I am hoping to have my home in order, everything chosen to go either packed or ready, and even perhaps a dry pack to see how to fit things and if everything will fit. I don't know if I can afford it, but I would love to get a canvas bag, a big one, for the roof. Something that would hold at least the water jugs I intend to take. I don't think the roof would hold that much water weight (positively not) but it would hold the empty jugs and some other stuff easily. I'll look into that while I'm on my break, or next one?
Later.
All of it?
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Maybe not.
I have one load of laundry dried and put up, another partially drying in the dryer but with the sun up I wanted to put pants and towels out on the line, and another load going. The dishes, which have been soaked twice were good enough to scrub what had been scale off and set to one last soak. Simply, I washed everything again before putting back in another soak. The dishwater was too "meh" for my tastes. I'll have those cleaned and dried before I go to bed. To handle some questions D.C. had about my towing kit, I went out with a tape measure, to be sure, and then checked the wiring connection. Yes, 2"x2" and 7-pin. I found pictures of what I saw and sent those as well.
The grill? I don't know. If I finish the dishes before I go to bed I may try to sneak a shower in before setting the last dozen pieces of dirty cooking and eating ware in for a soak. The grill? Yeah, I said it before. I really want to do it. It should be easy. But when a mind gets weary little tricks that are common knowledge or well known dissipate into the fog and I can become like a child mechanically. Still, the grill? Ha!
As I do the laundry I am picking out this and that to wear for the trip. The trick is I need clothes for heat and clothes for serious cool. Shorts, of course. But pants of several sorts. Shirts, hopefully to layer. Longjohns, actually, as well. The trick is to look for pieces that can layer. I can easily handle 40 degree whether. I literally often sleep with the windows wide open in the winter, when it gets down to -20 commonly this last winter. The thing is, going from 110 down to 40 is a new experience, one I will have to test a bit. It does go from the mid 90's to the 50's here currently, but I am not out in it. Still, I am getting a bit of a taste. I want to be prepared to not be too cold. I will be too hot, from time to time. That is the way of this thing, the desert.
I did order a couple of things for the heat. One was in accord with D.C.'s recent experiment, the other was on my own impetus. A soak cooling vest and a water fan/ac. Those should be in quite soon, I will test them post haste. The fan will work, I suppose. But I had hoped to wear it under my ghast gillie suit. It would have been perfect under it. It should suffice anyway, just not probably as good. Time will tell all things.
Later.
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Maybe not.
I have one load of laundry dried and put up, another partially drying in the dryer but with the sun up I wanted to put pants and towels out on the line, and another load going. The dishes, which have been soaked twice were good enough to scrub what had been scale off and set to one last soak. Simply, I washed everything again before putting back in another soak. The dishwater was too "meh" for my tastes. I'll have those cleaned and dried before I go to bed. To handle some questions D.C. had about my towing kit, I went out with a tape measure, to be sure, and then checked the wiring connection. Yes, 2"x2" and 7-pin. I found pictures of what I saw and sent those as well.
The grill? I don't know. If I finish the dishes before I go to bed I may try to sneak a shower in before setting the last dozen pieces of dirty cooking and eating ware in for a soak. The grill? Yeah, I said it before. I really want to do it. It should be easy. But when a mind gets weary little tricks that are common knowledge or well known dissipate into the fog and I can become like a child mechanically. Still, the grill? Ha!
As I do the laundry I am picking out this and that to wear for the trip. The trick is I need clothes for heat and clothes for serious cool. Shorts, of course. But pants of several sorts. Shirts, hopefully to layer. Longjohns, actually, as well. The trick is to look for pieces that can layer. I can easily handle 40 degree whether. I literally often sleep with the windows wide open in the winter, when it gets down to -20 commonly this last winter. The thing is, going from 110 down to 40 is a new experience, one I will have to test a bit. It does go from the mid 90's to the 50's here currently, but I am not out in it. Still, I am getting a bit of a taste. I want to be prepared to not be too cold. I will be too hot, from time to time. That is the way of this thing, the desert.
I did order a couple of things for the heat. One was in accord with D.C.'s recent experiment, the other was on my own impetus. A soak cooling vest and a water fan/ac. Those should be in quite soon, I will test them post haste. The fan will work, I suppose. But I had hoped to wear it under my ghast gillie suit. It would have been perfect under it. It should suffice anyway, just not probably as good. Time will tell all things.
Later.
A bit more going on.
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Laundry was started, one load now in the dryer. Dishes were collected to add to the soak and a new soak was initiated. As I've been doing this and that, I've also been doing bits of that and this. Little bits and pieces of BMan kit are being noticed and collected as well. It's not like I'm burning with the flame of a workaholic but it is better than a bit ago.
Whatever else I get done today I am hoping to put the grill together. I have an appointment in several different town in the next few days. The hope is to find a bit of dry ice while I am at it, and some charcoal, along with bits of meat, so as to experiment with it all. Yum? Yes. Yum indeed. I may also set up my tent today, to measure. And while at it, check what sort of plugs I have for a trailer. I am positive it is a 7-point plug but it is best to be sure than have to drive around looking for the right item on short notice. Ugh.
The sun is coming up. I wish I didn't have so much else trying to get done right now or I would be out in the garden. Yeah, well... Okies. I have some tasks to attend. Later. Hmm... breakfast first.
Oh, best remember, I have to fast from midnight until my appointment tomorrow for blood work. Not a problem if I remember. I don't eat all that often anyway. If I am going to eat, best eat early. Right, tonight is a meal night... So, that should be good. Just no coffee or soda after midnight, save for black coffee. Yeah... maybe... Yeah, later.
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Laundry was started, one load now in the dryer. Dishes were collected to add to the soak and a new soak was initiated. As I've been doing this and that, I've also been doing bits of that and this. Little bits and pieces of BMan kit are being noticed and collected as well. It's not like I'm burning with the flame of a workaholic but it is better than a bit ago.
Whatever else I get done today I am hoping to put the grill together. I have an appointment in several different town in the next few days. The hope is to find a bit of dry ice while I am at it, and some charcoal, along with bits of meat, so as to experiment with it all. Yum? Yes. Yum indeed. I may also set up my tent today, to measure. And while at it, check what sort of plugs I have for a trailer. I am positive it is a 7-point plug but it is best to be sure than have to drive around looking for the right item on short notice. Ugh.
The sun is coming up. I wish I didn't have so much else trying to get done right now or I would be out in the garden. Yeah, well... Okies. I have some tasks to attend. Later. Hmm... breakfast first.
Oh, best remember, I have to fast from midnight until my appointment tomorrow for blood work. Not a problem if I remember. I don't eat all that often anyway. If I am going to eat, best eat early. Right, tonight is a meal night... So, that should be good. Just no coffee or soda after midnight, save for black coffee. Yeah... maybe... Yeah, later.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Well, a bit going on.
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I will start laundry shortly, and consider setting a new soak on the pots, pans, and dishes I soaked last night. When stuff dries on it takes a bit to undo that. Hmm, I might gather a few more things for this soak as well, smaller things like utensils and a few glasses. First though, a bit of a start on laundry. Small loads mean it takes longer to do the sum but in discrete packages from the drier that don't weary me too quickly. Well, and I can also be a bit more specific regarding what is washed together. Unlike most, I like a bit of a mix of types of clothing and materials, so that I get outfits out of the drier, not just shirts or pants/shorts or underwear. No choice with some whites, I just don't have much of those. Oh, come now. If you change your breeches daily they are in no worse condition than the rest. Urhm, you... you do change your shorts daily, at the least, right? *cough*
I did set up a stop on the way to D.C.'s abode. He suggested another place but that would have stretched a thirteen and a half hour drive at least another hour, plus the prices I could find at the place he suggested took the price up 150%, at the least. There was one lodge I could not find a price for, but with a street number of 666. Yeah... I think I'll stay where I am staying and just drive a bit more in the early dark if need be. I also looked into insulin. That travels fine, generally without cooling. Being that the temps will be up to 110 in the day, I do believe I will attempt to get my doctor to fill a script for two bottles, one completely on backup. The one I have is getting down and I really want one for backup. I've been using it rightly, save for the last three days. I don't know that it's working, but I have been using it. My urine isn't foaming, so I suspect it is doing something to the positive. Even the other medicine wasn't helping with that, though it has been better before. I just know it has something to do with sugar levels somehow, from comparing consumption and daily readings and over time. I will be seeing him soon, and the eye doctor the day after... where I will be asking about scripts for contacts and maybe a short supply of those, say a month of disposables to experiment with in the desert. Oh, I will certainly have glasses for backup and the long drives. Otherwise I need huge, oversized, goggles, which are both spendy and ugly (in my opinion).
Trash and cans of various sorts were cleared yesterday. If I get going on the other things, I may do floors today, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming. I might even get to steam cleaning a couple of spots. That and looking for hidden cat "presents". I've been remiss on that a bit. I air out the cave every night, so if I get some of that tended, I should be back to a bit of trim before too long. Yeah... Being in trim makes the road smoother, somehow.
It's the little things. But there are so many of them. It is nearly impossible to do alone, and it is something that women are far better at. They carry less bulk, so doing little things isn't as much of a physical chore. Which would get me to doing tree trimming if these things were tended. Then again, these tasks give me something small to work my way out of my funks. Lending a hand would get things done more quickly though, so there is that. I never considered that I owned the women I have been with, if they have. Not that they own me, mostly, but they assumed I owned them. And, for their part, I did. It was my mistake, part of my misunderstanding, wrong interpretations of life with women. Even my feminists and other odd sorts, when in with me, bowed. Odd.
One other thing I have been ruminating about regarding women is the notion most women have hit me with, hard or light but almost universally. That notion being a lack of understanding why I wouldn't rotate around them, why their call to me was so weak and dealt mostly with sex or food, and more at my interest level, not their own. Ah, that... Little Ones, I have contemplated long and hard on the tree of woe. I now have an answer. No woman will be enough to call me. Oh, I love their ways, or come to love a particular woman and her intricacies... if I feel or felt called to be with her. True. And I have enjoyed the carnal, social, domestic, and civil affairs with her. But... there are many women I am attracted to, who are also available. And carnal is sex, one or another, with this or that woman, trust me. No woman, to my mind, has stood out. What no woman gave me, that might have enticed me, and which causes even a rat bastard to rethink his ways, is a child... or children... and surety they were mine. Other than women who were not available for marriage, on my part, mind you.
You see, a woman isn't enough to hold a powerful man in her orbit. But if she gifts me with a child, she will have a place no other has, so long as I can be around that child. At first I will resist. The sputtering, pooping, crying... will nearly drive me away. Patience on her part, and tending those needs, and inculcating me to the merits through the price, and I will come to love this little creature like no other. That will bind the free spirit. A brood the more the more. I have seen and experienced too much to know what a woman provides can't be found easily and over there, or anywhere... save children I can call my own. Which is why when I look for a woman, a wife, I look for one who can tie those binds. Satan may have no Achilles's heel through which to find redemption, or a new start. Doom does have one. And I expose it easily. It is no less easy to hit, but it is quite easily known upon simple questioning or minor observations. Though I warn, trickery will be your folly. Good luck, ladies. *grins*
I am sure all of it will work out. Soon or late, if never quite how I might have envisioned it... if closer than most will ever see. While I don't see everything, I do see parts of possibilities and more than even I would like but definitely more than most will know. No secrets, I've spilled many of the beans, if in ways fit for company which isn't always how I see it. And yet I could tell you all and you still would not, could not, see. No worries. Either you know and do or you do not.
Later.
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I will start laundry shortly, and consider setting a new soak on the pots, pans, and dishes I soaked last night. When stuff dries on it takes a bit to undo that. Hmm, I might gather a few more things for this soak as well, smaller things like utensils and a few glasses. First though, a bit of a start on laundry. Small loads mean it takes longer to do the sum but in discrete packages from the drier that don't weary me too quickly. Well, and I can also be a bit more specific regarding what is washed together. Unlike most, I like a bit of a mix of types of clothing and materials, so that I get outfits out of the drier, not just shirts or pants/shorts or underwear. No choice with some whites, I just don't have much of those. Oh, come now. If you change your breeches daily they are in no worse condition than the rest. Urhm, you... you do change your shorts daily, at the least, right? *cough*
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| road weary |
Trash and cans of various sorts were cleared yesterday. If I get going on the other things, I may do floors today, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming. I might even get to steam cleaning a couple of spots. That and looking for hidden cat "presents". I've been remiss on that a bit. I air out the cave every night, so if I get some of that tended, I should be back to a bit of trim before too long. Yeah... Being in trim makes the road smoother, somehow.
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| Ain't it the truth, sister. |
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| Attractive! For a while. |
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| Dang women! |
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| Acknowledging Truth. |
Later.
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