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For a moment, it was suggested. And, welcomed, so long as the mess of self or cave was not offensive, is all I required. My door, as I have said, is always open. Enter or leave, do no harm, the sum cost of admission and exit toll. So it was. The visitor entered. A few notions on his mind. An ear, had I, and words from time to time. So a song was sung with neither rhythm, music, cant, or beat, merely the wagging of thoughts and beliefs through words of various timbers. Strike and parry, glancing blow and feign, together and alone, in agreement and not. On the night went.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Certainly, mostly.
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I did get the dryer sorted out, as well as I could. The outside vent downspout does not come off. It looks as if it was rolled, together with the pipe. Oh, I did... bend it all just a wee. But it fit back in place, for now. And I backed the dryer into place, and... think... it is attached. I just thought how I could check, but won't be doing that tonight. And, since I was at it, as I suggested, I put the clothes that I had been trying to dry back through for a wash, and am half done with those. More if you count by parts. The last half of a load is drying, the other part is folded or waiting to be hung, which will be done shortly. As well, I did wash the dishes and set them to another hot sudsy soak. I may yet wash those the final time, then set them to a hot rinse.
Supper was made, too. I had fish thawed, and thought quinoa would work with it tonight. My steamer basket was lost, somewhere in the wash, so I simply fried the fish in my recently cleaned cast iron skillet. That worked well. I've been working on the skillet, the last few days, getting it larded, warmed, and scraping anything that seems stuck on. Some people swear by the fond-foundered cast iron. Myself, I prefer it rather clean and clear. It depends on if you want that sort of flavor, if you work with gravies and sauces, or like me, if you prefer non-stick properties without excessive oils or fats. Use more than style based.
Medicine is going in my face, regularly, and set up well enough that I can go a month. I like to refill the medsets as soon as they run dry. If I can't, two usually sees me to reason before I run out. This last time was an exception. I would by a third, but the truth is, sometimes I will just run dry... on anything, sometimes everything. With stores in stock, I can usually survive without a trip to the store for a fairly reasonable amount of time. It isn't the best, but it is better than nothing. I have done both and much prefer the former. It isn't just foods I try to keep in stock. Toilet paper to laundry and regular soap, to... you name it. Anything I use regularly. A few months supply for the mundane, a little longer for the vital. As I have mentioned, I am, mostly, already in survival mode. It's not perfect, yet, and probably never will be. But, one item stocked, at a time, up to some reasonable point, and the easier it gets for me in the shorter term, probably in the longer term. I suppose this may bee some of my cosmic medicine? Dunno, but it's what I have, so I will take it.
Now, to see if I have enough petrol to push through the dishes and the last of the laundry. It's not all I have been doing, either. Little bits and pieces of other things are happening. I mostly, or completely, cleared the bathroom of tools, putting what I will need for the sink out there, for example. I didn't get to the sink prep today, but that is coming. Hopefully tomorrow I can clean and clear the area, and begin sorting pieces and parts and try, once again, to get that arranged. A fully functioning main kitchen faucet, thus sink, would be nice to have again. Yes, I can do without. It just isn't preferred.
Good night.
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I did get the dryer sorted out, as well as I could. The outside vent downspout does not come off. It looks as if it was rolled, together with the pipe. Oh, I did... bend it all just a wee. But it fit back in place, for now. And I backed the dryer into place, and... think... it is attached. I just thought how I could check, but won't be doing that tonight. And, since I was at it, as I suggested, I put the clothes that I had been trying to dry back through for a wash, and am half done with those. More if you count by parts. The last half of a load is drying, the other part is folded or waiting to be hung, which will be done shortly. As well, I did wash the dishes and set them to another hot sudsy soak. I may yet wash those the final time, then set them to a hot rinse.
Supper was made, too. I had fish thawed, and thought quinoa would work with it tonight. My steamer basket was lost, somewhere in the wash, so I simply fried the fish in my recently cleaned cast iron skillet. That worked well. I've been working on the skillet, the last few days, getting it larded, warmed, and scraping anything that seems stuck on. Some people swear by the fond-foundered cast iron. Myself, I prefer it rather clean and clear. It depends on if you want that sort of flavor, if you work with gravies and sauces, or like me, if you prefer non-stick properties without excessive oils or fats. Use more than style based.
Medicine is going in my face, regularly, and set up well enough that I can go a month. I like to refill the medsets as soon as they run dry. If I can't, two usually sees me to reason before I run out. This last time was an exception. I would by a third, but the truth is, sometimes I will just run dry... on anything, sometimes everything. With stores in stock, I can usually survive without a trip to the store for a fairly reasonable amount of time. It isn't the best, but it is better than nothing. I have done both and much prefer the former. It isn't just foods I try to keep in stock. Toilet paper to laundry and regular soap, to... you name it. Anything I use regularly. A few months supply for the mundane, a little longer for the vital. As I have mentioned, I am, mostly, already in survival mode. It's not perfect, yet, and probably never will be. But, one item stocked, at a time, up to some reasonable point, and the easier it gets for me in the shorter term, probably in the longer term. I suppose this may bee some of my cosmic medicine? Dunno, but it's what I have, so I will take it.
Now, to see if I have enough petrol to push through the dishes and the last of the laundry. It's not all I have been doing, either. Little bits and pieces of other things are happening. I mostly, or completely, cleared the bathroom of tools, putting what I will need for the sink out there, for example. I didn't get to the sink prep today, but that is coming. Hopefully tomorrow I can clean and clear the area, and begin sorting pieces and parts and try, once again, to get that arranged. A fully functioning main kitchen faucet, thus sink, would be nice to have again. Yes, I can do without. It just isn't preferred.
Good night.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
A bit, so far.
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I have reset the dishes to a fresh soak, again. Twice today, but so be it. I also pulled the dryer out, and worked the dryer itself, and am working on the vent to the outside. I guess the project isn't what as I had hoped, as usual. I unscrewed the outside portion, which is a trick, being right in the corner, and some of it screwed to nothing but the steel siding. Still, I got it undone only to find that the vent is attached to the piping. I will have to figure that out, too. I am hoping it is just screwed in, or otherwise, non-desctructively removable. Working at nearly midnight is probably a suspicious thing for some. Hopefully, locally, I am known well enough that it causes no disturbances, if it is even noticed. I did find the crux of the problem. A bird, quite dead, mostly masticated. Yuck. It's not been there that long, just long enough. And yet, while I am at it, I would like to go ahead and clean and clear fully. One problem is that the pipe is solid, and I am not sure how to get it fully engaged with the dryer when putting the dryer back in. The washer is either very heavy or stuck to the floor. Bleh. I'll... figure it out. There is almost nothing I can't move, even if the flooring comes with it. I just gave it mild attention, so far. I am beginning to focus. Hmm... a crowbar would let me know right off.
Since I am at it, if I can get the vent detached from the pipe... well... when I get the vent off the pipe, I will add screening between the two. I will get them apart, even if it means a trip to the hardware store to replace the vent. Screening should keep critters out. For both our sakes, too. I'm not an animal lover, as a fruit type, but I am not without empathy. That would be a bad way to die. Probably just for a bit of lint for a nest. I suppose with birds that winter over, or even stay into the cooler parts of fall, a little extra warmth in the nest is a must.
After that, I am hoping to at least clear and clean a path to finish installing the faucet. With the lost piece found, if I can find it again, there is some hope of finishing that task. Then, if I have anything left, I'd like to give the dishes their first actual wash, and put them to a fresh soak. Hopefully those and the faucet can be completed tomorrow. Sunday? Is it Sunday tomorrow? Good. I should be ready for a shopping trip Monday, and maybe a tree job Tuesday or Wednesday, with another Friday if that goes well. And I should get my watering system drained and put up. I won't be doing a garden next year. Unless I have someone to do the daily, or even weekly, stuff, I can't really carry it off. If kingdom comes, I will just have to figure something else out... or take boarders for gardening.
I'll keep at it. Medicine still hasn't started messing with anything, so that is good. A few more days and I may see a bit of a crash, or not. I never do know which way it will go. I kept up a bit, though, too. So it wasn't a complete wipe, I think? Who knows. I lived in shadow there for a bit. No clue as to what was happening, how, when, or why. All I know is that I didn't die. What a gig. Later, or good night. No... definitely later. I couldn't sleep for hours even if I wanted to do so. Later.
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I have reset the dishes to a fresh soak, again. Twice today, but so be it. I also pulled the dryer out, and worked the dryer itself, and am working on the vent to the outside. I guess the project isn't what as I had hoped, as usual. I unscrewed the outside portion, which is a trick, being right in the corner, and some of it screwed to nothing but the steel siding. Still, I got it undone only to find that the vent is attached to the piping. I will have to figure that out, too. I am hoping it is just screwed in, or otherwise, non-desctructively removable. Working at nearly midnight is probably a suspicious thing for some. Hopefully, locally, I am known well enough that it causes no disturbances, if it is even noticed. I did find the crux of the problem. A bird, quite dead, mostly masticated. Yuck. It's not been there that long, just long enough. And yet, while I am at it, I would like to go ahead and clean and clear fully. One problem is that the pipe is solid, and I am not sure how to get it fully engaged with the dryer when putting the dryer back in. The washer is either very heavy or stuck to the floor. Bleh. I'll... figure it out. There is almost nothing I can't move, even if the flooring comes with it. I just gave it mild attention, so far. I am beginning to focus. Hmm... a crowbar would let me know right off.
Since I am at it, if I can get the vent detached from the pipe... well... when I get the vent off the pipe, I will add screening between the two. I will get them apart, even if it means a trip to the hardware store to replace the vent. Screening should keep critters out. For both our sakes, too. I'm not an animal lover, as a fruit type, but I am not without empathy. That would be a bad way to die. Probably just for a bit of lint for a nest. I suppose with birds that winter over, or even stay into the cooler parts of fall, a little extra warmth in the nest is a must.
After that, I am hoping to at least clear and clean a path to finish installing the faucet. With the lost piece found, if I can find it again, there is some hope of finishing that task. Then, if I have anything left, I'd like to give the dishes their first actual wash, and put them to a fresh soak. Hopefully those and the faucet can be completed tomorrow. Sunday? Is it Sunday tomorrow? Good. I should be ready for a shopping trip Monday, and maybe a tree job Tuesday or Wednesday, with another Friday if that goes well. And I should get my watering system drained and put up. I won't be doing a garden next year. Unless I have someone to do the daily, or even weekly, stuff, I can't really carry it off. If kingdom comes, I will just have to figure something else out... or take boarders for gardening.
I'll keep at it. Medicine still hasn't started messing with anything, so that is good. A few more days and I may see a bit of a crash, or not. I never do know which way it will go. I kept up a bit, though, too. So it wasn't a complete wipe, I think? Who knows. I lived in shadow there for a bit. No clue as to what was happening, how, when, or why. All I know is that I didn't die. What a gig. Later, or good night. No... definitely later. I couldn't sleep for hours even if I wanted to do so. Later.
Awake, but what to do.
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I do need to get to town. I'm simply not sure I am up to it. I reset the dishes to a fresh soak, bleeding off the dirty water, of course, beforehand. I would like to get to the dryer, first thing, then the sink. If I can knock those out of the park, then on to the dishes. If I can do those, at least to a washed stage, get a shower in, and still be able to walk, I may make it to town. If I had to guess, I would suggest that, even for normals, this is a 'probably not' or 'a distant maybe'. Regardless, getting as much of that done as possible is the plan.
Figuring out how pillows are configured was important. Sleeping off was as painful as anything else. I am never sure how the pillows go wrong, I must shuffle them in my sleep. Actually, I can handle a fairly wide range of variables with my pillows, and change them up once in a while for slight, or even no, reason. But certain angels, too high or too low, and probably some other things such as being at the wrong, or an uneven, cant, can bring pain, headaches, and poor sleep. When I am really ill, I might be getting that, but not be able to fathom the problem. As sick as I am, even now, and this summer, it simply isn't like before, even if just by inches. Those inches can mean the world. The next time you are near a busy street or highway, look at the traffic path, now look closely at the outside edge. Now look at what two, or even a single, inch can grant, or take away. These inches I have gained are not in just one area. I no longer starve and feast, I no longer miss (at least for long at all) cues that my body is in some sort of distress, and many other little things. Pulling my bacon just this side of rendering is a big thing. And, I am almost always aware of my environment. Not much, always, I can do about it. But I know... when it is rough, and how rough, and in what ways. There is life, here, in this flesh, always, now.
Sam has been let out. I know she actually prefers the outside, so long as she can come back in at her leisure. I think I have, when I keep the litter box clean daily, convinced her that digging a new scratch spot outside daily is more hassle than it is worth. And with food being so regular... No, she still, and will always, love to hunt. It isn't just the hunt. It isn't just food. It isn't just a kill. It isn't just scratching instincts. It is all of that and more. She has been hungry, very hungry. Probably more from cat food she stopped being able to tolerate, and having had kittens which have fed from her. As such, knowing she can find food, and doing it, allows her some freedom of mind, and spirit, and makes up for deprivations in the past... in a way.
I still need a bit to wake. Another cup of joe. A few hours. Then we will see what a mostly dead giant can do. Later.
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I do need to get to town. I'm simply not sure I am up to it. I reset the dishes to a fresh soak, bleeding off the dirty water, of course, beforehand. I would like to get to the dryer, first thing, then the sink. If I can knock those out of the park, then on to the dishes. If I can do those, at least to a washed stage, get a shower in, and still be able to walk, I may make it to town. If I had to guess, I would suggest that, even for normals, this is a 'probably not' or 'a distant maybe'. Regardless, getting as much of that done as possible is the plan.
Figuring out how pillows are configured was important. Sleeping off was as painful as anything else. I am never sure how the pillows go wrong, I must shuffle them in my sleep. Actually, I can handle a fairly wide range of variables with my pillows, and change them up once in a while for slight, or even no, reason. But certain angels, too high or too low, and probably some other things such as being at the wrong, or an uneven, cant, can bring pain, headaches, and poor sleep. When I am really ill, I might be getting that, but not be able to fathom the problem. As sick as I am, even now, and this summer, it simply isn't like before, even if just by inches. Those inches can mean the world. The next time you are near a busy street or highway, look at the traffic path, now look closely at the outside edge. Now look at what two, or even a single, inch can grant, or take away. These inches I have gained are not in just one area. I no longer starve and feast, I no longer miss (at least for long at all) cues that my body is in some sort of distress, and many other little things. Pulling my bacon just this side of rendering is a big thing. And, I am almost always aware of my environment. Not much, always, I can do about it. But I know... when it is rough, and how rough, and in what ways. There is life, here, in this flesh, always, now.
Sam has been let out. I know she actually prefers the outside, so long as she can come back in at her leisure. I think I have, when I keep the litter box clean daily, convinced her that digging a new scratch spot outside daily is more hassle than it is worth. And with food being so regular... No, she still, and will always, love to hunt. It isn't just the hunt. It isn't just food. It isn't just a kill. It isn't just scratching instincts. It is all of that and more. She has been hungry, very hungry. Probably more from cat food she stopped being able to tolerate, and having had kittens which have fed from her. As such, knowing she can find food, and doing it, allows her some freedom of mind, and spirit, and makes up for deprivations in the past... in a way.
I still need a bit to wake. Another cup of joe. A few hours. Then we will see what a mostly dead giant can do. Later.
A fresh breath.
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Might last for a moment, a month, or possibly longer. I never can tell. Medicine hasn't started kicking in, regularity has just been started. So that isn't it. Actually, setting up medicine in the first place was a sign of the changes. A little pain, stretch, push, and such does a body good, I suspect. Something is turning over, and it isn't me, in bed, or moving from chair to chair, if that latter is still the majority.
I was hungry tonight. Not this, not that, but something specific. I don't even terribly care for it. Something in my mind was set on it, and so it was. But first I needed to clean the kitchen a bit. And more. I didn't like anything I was seeing. It seemed too much, all of it. A piece or two, however, would be mine. Dishes first. I wasn't planning on washing them, just setting them to a soapy soak. At first it seemed that there were just a few. And there were, and a few more, and a few more, oh and... Not as much as one might expect, but quite a load is set to soak. Then recycling and trash. Lots of recycling, trash just needed sorted after last week and ongoing efforts. Finally, looking clear enough to begin a meal, I set to larding the cast iron skillet, cleaning it and letting some soak in. Finally ready, I made my tuna melt. Nothing fancy, not my favorite, but... I even through out the last bites. Canned tuna is extremely dry. Actually fresh, and fried, it can be without care while cooking. With canned, the canning solution, probably water and salt as I buy it, soak in to make the meat extremely dry. Which is why most people use mayonnaise with it. It is also another reason people can't "stomach" it. It catches in the throat. Still, that's what was wanted, that is what was had.
The hope is, tomorrow, to get to a few more chores. Oh, I did clean out the kitchen sink. Since the faucet still isn't operational, I had to bring a pan of hot soapy water, then rinse water, in. But before that, I hit the stuff with baking soda and a can of soda. I was always curious if that really worked. Well, it does work. Actually, the faucet is one of the tasks I hope to complete tomorrow. That and the clothes dryer vent. Lagging, I have been, hard. Looking for that window of opportunity. It has arrived, for now.
After those things, perhaps a mild break, with the hopes of hitting the last of the branches in the tree when I am back into the game again. And, if I can do that, perhaps working on some branches in other trees. That really was good for me, if it busted up what breath I had. I think that is necessary for me. Then again, I don't want to kill myself doing this, literally or figuratively, so I will be cautious, use ropes and tethers, and take my time. I have lots of time, might as well use it. Then again, I have a lot of work too. But so little breath. I don't think medicine is going to change that, as is. Something else has to happen.
Later, or... good... day/night. Yes, my sleeping schedule is back to days. All turned around, but sleeping days is so natural for me. Just because I can, mostly, handle the sun, doesn't mean I, or my body, prefers it.
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Might last for a moment, a month, or possibly longer. I never can tell. Medicine hasn't started kicking in, regularity has just been started. So that isn't it. Actually, setting up medicine in the first place was a sign of the changes. A little pain, stretch, push, and such does a body good, I suspect. Something is turning over, and it isn't me, in bed, or moving from chair to chair, if that latter is still the majority.
I was hungry tonight. Not this, not that, but something specific. I don't even terribly care for it. Something in my mind was set on it, and so it was. But first I needed to clean the kitchen a bit. And more. I didn't like anything I was seeing. It seemed too much, all of it. A piece or two, however, would be mine. Dishes first. I wasn't planning on washing them, just setting them to a soapy soak. At first it seemed that there were just a few. And there were, and a few more, and a few more, oh and... Not as much as one might expect, but quite a load is set to soak. Then recycling and trash. Lots of recycling, trash just needed sorted after last week and ongoing efforts. Finally, looking clear enough to begin a meal, I set to larding the cast iron skillet, cleaning it and letting some soak in. Finally ready, I made my tuna melt. Nothing fancy, not my favorite, but... I even through out the last bites. Canned tuna is extremely dry. Actually fresh, and fried, it can be without care while cooking. With canned, the canning solution, probably water and salt as I buy it, soak in to make the meat extremely dry. Which is why most people use mayonnaise with it. It is also another reason people can't "stomach" it. It catches in the throat. Still, that's what was wanted, that is what was had.
The hope is, tomorrow, to get to a few more chores. Oh, I did clean out the kitchen sink. Since the faucet still isn't operational, I had to bring a pan of hot soapy water, then rinse water, in. But before that, I hit the stuff with baking soda and a can of soda. I was always curious if that really worked. Well, it does work. Actually, the faucet is one of the tasks I hope to complete tomorrow. That and the clothes dryer vent. Lagging, I have been, hard. Looking for that window of opportunity. It has arrived, for now.
After those things, perhaps a mild break, with the hopes of hitting the last of the branches in the tree when I am back into the game again. And, if I can do that, perhaps working on some branches in other trees. That really was good for me, if it busted up what breath I had. I think that is necessary for me. Then again, I don't want to kill myself doing this, literally or figuratively, so I will be cautious, use ropes and tethers, and take my time. I have lots of time, might as well use it. Then again, I have a lot of work too. But so little breath. I don't think medicine is going to change that, as is. Something else has to happen.
Later, or... good... day/night. Yes, my sleeping schedule is back to days. All turned around, but sleeping days is so natural for me. Just because I can, mostly, handle the sun, doesn't mean I, or my body, prefers it.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Figuring things out.
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With aches and pains fading, my pillows sorted (if they aren't right, which they haven't been, I sleep wrong and hurt more), and medicines set up and going, regularly, again, I suspect things may improve sooner rather than later. No guarantees. I got into this mess starting from perfectly good patterns. Decline will happen, of it's own accord. If you have good health, pray to God you keep it. Still, I can coast, and better, when everything is as sorted out as it can be. Technically, I am dying at an unsustainable pace, but then I have been for decades. It's an impossible situation. It is what it is. Further, I will probably live for another set of decades, and very possibly even longer if... certain events occur. Events I am... hoping will happen, even encouraging. Not for the longevity, mind you. But because a bear is always hungry, and some fruits are beyond delectable. *grin*
Medicine was set up, and started as a regularity, today. First thing. It has been on my mind, it just hasn't... worked... until today. I suspect I will have some fallout from that. Being ready, and knowing ahead of time, doesn't fix anything. It doesn't guarantee readiness. Much as knowing you will suffer does not always strengthen you against the suffering, and may actually lead you to fail against it. I never know. I do know it is worth the effort. And, I do hope it will be shorter and lesser. While I do have a intimate relationship with pain, I don't always fancy it. It is simply, while forced to dance with agony, one might as well be courteous and, perhaps, slightly romantic about it. A grin, a laugh, a tease... these things go far in courting what must be endured. If you can't leave it, learn to love it... until you can wear it out and sneak out the back door.
I need to shop, soon. Surprisingly I am out of very little. But I am nearing a dearth of various things. Cream, milk, and treats, are too low, old, or gone. Fruit would make a wonderful treat, if I could keep fresh on hand. The refrigerator isn't a good place to store fruit. Then again, neither is the table, even in a basket. Time is against it. I still haven't figured out a good snack. Hmm... there is salami and cheeses, goat cheese among my favorite. Both are rather high in salt, if I don't believe salt is a problem, there are limits even for me. Carrots last fairly well, and go good with peanut butter. But that gets old very quickly. Celery and peanut butter is grand, as well, but celery goes bad so very fast. I don't know. Chips? Bleh. Good with sour cream, and other dips, and lasts well though. And, of course, Oreos! I love those things, but only allow myself a package every other month or less. Still, shopping is on the list.
When the hog I ordered comes in, I plan on looking at their beef prices. Which is part of why I am holding off on a computer. I may just order a half, or quarter, beef. I have the room in my freezers for it and the hog, easily. Though I ought to sort things a bit. I actually did sort the hog meat last time, a bit. Last time I looked, beef was about $1k for a half. I fear it is at least $1.5k now... I'll... be keeping that in mind. If close enough to the original price, I will punch that ticket that day. If too much more, I may just hold off until my ready reserves won't impinge my longer term saving. Still, it would be good to begin beefing up and porking out on a yearly basis. Next, to find lamb, perhaps goat, and local fowl. Goose, duck, even chicken, and ordering packets of those. Leave the store for milk, but only because local farmers have been frightened off from selling that fresh. Though cream isn't separated by dairymen, I don't think? That would be fantastic as a local fresh product. They say they fear people making cheese. Do you know how much milk it would take to make cheese? How hard that process is? You would need huge bins, and it would have to be kept exceptionally, industrially clean, with steam cleaning systems, and... Yeah, I did look at cheese production. But I knew I could not keep that level of an operation up. Just buy it at the store. Though a closer true fresh cheese monger, selling hand crafted goods, would be a wonderful thing. It doesn't exist because the demand just isn't there for it, unfortunately.
Oh, right, on to... waking... now that I have my medicines set up and taken and a fresh start to life. Oh, after the pain has eased for another day or two? I may try to get back up in the tree. Since I will be doing it solo, I may get out some of my climbing kit, and practice using some of the security measures. The tree I will be in is easy enough, but there is always risk. The thing is, it is a perfect arena to practice tree roping on a minor scale for when I truly need it in the higher, less densely branched, trees. Well, we'll see. It's a thought, for now.
Later.
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With aches and pains fading, my pillows sorted (if they aren't right, which they haven't been, I sleep wrong and hurt more), and medicines set up and going, regularly, again, I suspect things may improve sooner rather than later. No guarantees. I got into this mess starting from perfectly good patterns. Decline will happen, of it's own accord. If you have good health, pray to God you keep it. Still, I can coast, and better, when everything is as sorted out as it can be. Technically, I am dying at an unsustainable pace, but then I have been for decades. It's an impossible situation. It is what it is. Further, I will probably live for another set of decades, and very possibly even longer if... certain events occur. Events I am... hoping will happen, even encouraging. Not for the longevity, mind you. But because a bear is always hungry, and some fruits are beyond delectable. *grin*
Medicine was set up, and started as a regularity, today. First thing. It has been on my mind, it just hasn't... worked... until today. I suspect I will have some fallout from that. Being ready, and knowing ahead of time, doesn't fix anything. It doesn't guarantee readiness. Much as knowing you will suffer does not always strengthen you against the suffering, and may actually lead you to fail against it. I never know. I do know it is worth the effort. And, I do hope it will be shorter and lesser. While I do have a intimate relationship with pain, I don't always fancy it. It is simply, while forced to dance with agony, one might as well be courteous and, perhaps, slightly romantic about it. A grin, a laugh, a tease... these things go far in courting what must be endured. If you can't leave it, learn to love it... until you can wear it out and sneak out the back door.
I need to shop, soon. Surprisingly I am out of very little. But I am nearing a dearth of various things. Cream, milk, and treats, are too low, old, or gone. Fruit would make a wonderful treat, if I could keep fresh on hand. The refrigerator isn't a good place to store fruit. Then again, neither is the table, even in a basket. Time is against it. I still haven't figured out a good snack. Hmm... there is salami and cheeses, goat cheese among my favorite. Both are rather high in salt, if I don't believe salt is a problem, there are limits even for me. Carrots last fairly well, and go good with peanut butter. But that gets old very quickly. Celery and peanut butter is grand, as well, but celery goes bad so very fast. I don't know. Chips? Bleh. Good with sour cream, and other dips, and lasts well though. And, of course, Oreos! I love those things, but only allow myself a package every other month or less. Still, shopping is on the list.
When the hog I ordered comes in, I plan on looking at their beef prices. Which is part of why I am holding off on a computer. I may just order a half, or quarter, beef. I have the room in my freezers for it and the hog, easily. Though I ought to sort things a bit. I actually did sort the hog meat last time, a bit. Last time I looked, beef was about $1k for a half. I fear it is at least $1.5k now... I'll... be keeping that in mind. If close enough to the original price, I will punch that ticket that day. If too much more, I may just hold off until my ready reserves won't impinge my longer term saving. Still, it would be good to begin beefing up and porking out on a yearly basis. Next, to find lamb, perhaps goat, and local fowl. Goose, duck, even chicken, and ordering packets of those. Leave the store for milk, but only because local farmers have been frightened off from selling that fresh. Though cream isn't separated by dairymen, I don't think? That would be fantastic as a local fresh product. They say they fear people making cheese. Do you know how much milk it would take to make cheese? How hard that process is? You would need huge bins, and it would have to be kept exceptionally, industrially clean, with steam cleaning systems, and... Yeah, I did look at cheese production. But I knew I could not keep that level of an operation up. Just buy it at the store. Though a closer true fresh cheese monger, selling hand crafted goods, would be a wonderful thing. It doesn't exist because the demand just isn't there for it, unfortunately.
Oh, right, on to... waking... now that I have my medicines set up and taken and a fresh start to life. Oh, after the pain has eased for another day or two? I may try to get back up in the tree. Since I will be doing it solo, I may get out some of my climbing kit, and practice using some of the security measures. The tree I will be in is easy enough, but there is always risk. The thing is, it is a perfect arena to practice tree roping on a minor scale for when I truly need it in the higher, less densely branched, trees. Well, we'll see. It's a thought, for now.
Later.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Pretty rough.
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I beat myself up a little, but that isn't the big thing. Hit and miss on medicine is part of it, but just a smaller part. It has simply been a rough summer and it seems to be continuing. I'll keep pushing, where and when I can. But, today, I have three things weighing me down. Spirits are good, and I have a task, perhaps this afternoon and will do it. Then some down time. Considered, not accidental. I have to back off and stop pushing for a few days. I need to make sure I am getting enough sleep. At least I have been eating well enough. That will help.
I am hoping, when the leaves begin to change in earnest, to get out and look. Nothing fancy. No hikes, no overnights out, just a drive, maybe two, through the areas nearby. Why? I can't say. It is different. It is seasonal. It is something to do. It is as difficult to pay attention to such things as it is to eat, though I am sure there is a reason to do so. And, so, I give it effort, and plan for it, when I can. Thin, life is, but not gone.
Hmm... a shower, I believe. Then maybe a small bowl of beans and ham. You can overeat that. I haven't been, by volume. Though perhaps something a little different, soon, would be nice. Rice and fish if nothing else, or a tuna cheese mac. Nothing says good like simple, when food can taste like sawdust. Thankfully, I can taste most recently. Ham isn't my favorite, on it's own. Beans are rather bland. Mix the two and there is some reasonable flavor, with a little extra salt.
Yes, a shower. Later.
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I beat myself up a little, but that isn't the big thing. Hit and miss on medicine is part of it, but just a smaller part. It has simply been a rough summer and it seems to be continuing. I'll keep pushing, where and when I can. But, today, I have three things weighing me down. Spirits are good, and I have a task, perhaps this afternoon and will do it. Then some down time. Considered, not accidental. I have to back off and stop pushing for a few days. I need to make sure I am getting enough sleep. At least I have been eating well enough. That will help.
I am hoping, when the leaves begin to change in earnest, to get out and look. Nothing fancy. No hikes, no overnights out, just a drive, maybe two, through the areas nearby. Why? I can't say. It is different. It is seasonal. It is something to do. It is as difficult to pay attention to such things as it is to eat, though I am sure there is a reason to do so. And, so, I give it effort, and plan for it, when I can. Thin, life is, but not gone.
Hmm... a shower, I believe. Then maybe a small bowl of beans and ham. You can overeat that. I haven't been, by volume. Though perhaps something a little different, soon, would be nice. Rice and fish if nothing else, or a tuna cheese mac. Nothing says good like simple, when food can taste like sawdust. Thankfully, I can taste most recently. Ham isn't my favorite, on it's own. Beans are rather bland. Mix the two and there is some reasonable flavor, with a little extra salt.
Yes, a shower. Later.
Still pretty sore.
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And I haven't figured out my medicines yet. I am sleeping and awake more normally, but... It wasn't the simple part of the little bit of climbing, it was going over, under, and around branches, while climbing, that tested my muscles. A slow game of dodgeball, sort of. Some serious scrapes were had, as well. That bark has bite. Balancing while cutting, I would have thought, would have gotten me. But that seems not to be the case. It is all upper body soreness. It was enough of a test that my muscles were acting weird for the first day of recovery. Twitches. Muscles rarely used were exercised well. Today I get to help cart off most of the wood. I need to get a shower, then maybe lay out the wood, put some in a wheelbarrow, and set aside what I want to keep.
I am needing to sleep with the ac on. I suppose it might be cool enough that if I just open the windows, or use the fan on the device, that will work out well enough. It's just that thinking straight at bedtime is a no-starter sometimes. Not always. Gotta think about these things as I go, and sometimes ahead of time. Which... is exactly what I am doing.
Today? Other than wood work, I only hope to get my medicine on track again, again. I keep falling off, and worse, horse trading to stay on. I need to get this all set back up, and keep it there. No, it hasn't been the best summer. Spilled milk, though, as they say. Can't change that, but there is tomorrow. Today is a little rough. Tomorrow, proverbially, it is. Later.
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And I haven't figured out my medicines yet. I am sleeping and awake more normally, but... It wasn't the simple part of the little bit of climbing, it was going over, under, and around branches, while climbing, that tested my muscles. A slow game of dodgeball, sort of. Some serious scrapes were had, as well. That bark has bite. Balancing while cutting, I would have thought, would have gotten me. But that seems not to be the case. It is all upper body soreness. It was enough of a test that my muscles were acting weird for the first day of recovery. Twitches. Muscles rarely used were exercised well. Today I get to help cart off most of the wood. I need to get a shower, then maybe lay out the wood, put some in a wheelbarrow, and set aside what I want to keep.
I am needing to sleep with the ac on. I suppose it might be cool enough that if I just open the windows, or use the fan on the device, that will work out well enough. It's just that thinking straight at bedtime is a no-starter sometimes. Not always. Gotta think about these things as I go, and sometimes ahead of time. Which... is exactly what I am doing.
Today? Other than wood work, I only hope to get my medicine on track again, again. I keep falling off, and worse, horse trading to stay on. I need to get this all set back up, and keep it there. No, it hasn't been the best summer. Spilled milk, though, as they say. Can't change that, but there is tomorrow. Today is a little rough. Tomorrow, proverbially, it is. Later.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Ah-ha! That is why sleep was running short.
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I should know this by now. Then again, sometimes it is more, or less, obvious. I didn't go down until well after 6:00 this morning. Which is fine, considering I am in a rolling sleep cycle thing. Not a choice, mind you, just an application of my reality. Odd how a woman can fix that, mostly, but I don't have one in my back pocket currently. Hmm, women fixed it even without medicine. That is odd. Never mind. I woke at about 11:00 or... something not good. Oh, I can live on that little of sleep, but it will bring me down. Quickly. Then it hit me. It was just a bit too warm. I need cool to sleep, below some threshold. If it gets above, even slightly above, some number... I am not even sure if it is a fixed number or if it is related to other health issues at the moment... then I can't sleep. If it gets too high, then my sleep becomes a feverish nightmare. Trauma dreams, and hell, visit and tear into me. Sometimes I have no choice, having no options and needing sleep so badly that... I got what I got. Now I have ac. Just a window unit, but it is enough. So I turned that on, though I skipped adding the fan as well as the temps were just bordering too much and I only wanted a short bit more sleep, not a freezer coma session. There are times for that, but this wasn't it. I finished my sleep and woke pleasantly just a bit ago. A few hours ago, that is.
I added some of the freshly thawed ham slices to my pot of beans and put that on to heat. I've been tinkering with this and that as well. I've been mostly on autopilot so far, and may remain that way. Stiff and sore, with a few burning scrapes to remind me that my efforts were real. I won't be doing anything too heavy, but I would like to hit a couple of things. The dryer lint cleaning, picking up recycling and stacking or even breaking down boxes, a meal, and... something else. I think I can get to it, I don't know if I will. Just because there is enough wiggle room doesn't mean I have the wiggle to go with it. Still, a plan is in play. Oh, a shower would be good, but that wasn't the other thing...
I am holding off on the computer until the hog I ordered comes in. That is a couple, two to three, months away. At the turn of the month, I will recheck my finances, and probably buy the wheat grinder. I also need to see if I have been paying my dues for this and that, between here and then. I have been rather... asleep at the wheel. These things can sneak up on me if I am not paying attention. Doesn't matter if you have every bill but one in order, that one can chew you up. Not awake, but working on it.
Later.
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I should know this by now. Then again, sometimes it is more, or less, obvious. I didn't go down until well after 6:00 this morning. Which is fine, considering I am in a rolling sleep cycle thing. Not a choice, mind you, just an application of my reality. Odd how a woman can fix that, mostly, but I don't have one in my back pocket currently. Hmm, women fixed it even without medicine. That is odd. Never mind. I woke at about 11:00 or... something not good. Oh, I can live on that little of sleep, but it will bring me down. Quickly. Then it hit me. It was just a bit too warm. I need cool to sleep, below some threshold. If it gets above, even slightly above, some number... I am not even sure if it is a fixed number or if it is related to other health issues at the moment... then I can't sleep. If it gets too high, then my sleep becomes a feverish nightmare. Trauma dreams, and hell, visit and tear into me. Sometimes I have no choice, having no options and needing sleep so badly that... I got what I got. Now I have ac. Just a window unit, but it is enough. So I turned that on, though I skipped adding the fan as well as the temps were just bordering too much and I only wanted a short bit more sleep, not a freezer coma session. There are times for that, but this wasn't it. I finished my sleep and woke pleasantly just a bit ago. A few hours ago, that is.
I added some of the freshly thawed ham slices to my pot of beans and put that on to heat. I've been tinkering with this and that as well. I've been mostly on autopilot so far, and may remain that way. Stiff and sore, with a few burning scrapes to remind me that my efforts were real. I won't be doing anything too heavy, but I would like to hit a couple of things. The dryer lint cleaning, picking up recycling and stacking or even breaking down boxes, a meal, and... something else. I think I can get to it, I don't know if I will. Just because there is enough wiggle room doesn't mean I have the wiggle to go with it. Still, a plan is in play. Oh, a shower would be good, but that wasn't the other thing...
I am holding off on the computer until the hog I ordered comes in. That is a couple, two to three, months away. At the turn of the month, I will recheck my finances, and probably buy the wheat grinder. I also need to see if I have been paying my dues for this and that, between here and then. I have been rather... asleep at the wheel. These things can sneak up on me if I am not paying attention. Doesn't matter if you have every bill but one in order, that one can chew you up. Not awake, but working on it.
Later.
One of us was going down.
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Even if it meant both of us would go down. And, to a degree, that is exactly what happened. Oh, I helped get those branches down. And then when down, chopped up. He did a lot of the work, to be sure, half plus. But that isn't the point. I did get out, I did get up, and I did saw. Now I know I can do more. I might be hitting some of the other tree limbs, here or there. Some in the same tree. Others in different types of threes. The other trees are different, not so easy to climb, and much higher on fewer branches. A little more rope security is probably needed. And some way to leverage the cut branches. It won't be pro, mind you. Hick, with some math, hope, engineering, and prayer.
I'm a bit torn up, sore, worn out. Exactly how I like it. If I could do this every day, I would. I really do like this. Perhaps different things on different days. Enough hits, scrapes, bruises, and such, and you do harden. I am weak, scratch easily, probably bruise easily. Then again, I hit it pretty hard when I can hit it. Ah, we will be taking most of the wood cuttings to a place where they share it out to those in need. I'll keep some, just to have fresh cuttings for emergency wood stores.
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Even if it meant both of us would go down. And, to a degree, that is exactly what happened. Oh, I helped get those branches down. And then when down, chopped up. He did a lot of the work, to be sure, half plus. But that isn't the point. I did get out, I did get up, and I did saw. Now I know I can do more. I might be hitting some of the other tree limbs, here or there. Some in the same tree. Others in different types of threes. The other trees are different, not so easy to climb, and much higher on fewer branches. A little more rope security is probably needed. And some way to leverage the cut branches. It won't be pro, mind you. Hick, with some math, hope, engineering, and prayer.
I'm a bit torn up, sore, worn out. Exactly how I like it. If I could do this every day, I would. I really do like this. Perhaps different things on different days. Enough hits, scrapes, bruises, and such, and you do harden. I am weak, scratch easily, probably bruise easily. Then again, I hit it pretty hard when I can hit it. Ah, we will be taking most of the wood cuttings to a place where they share it out to those in need. I'll keep some, just to have fresh cuttings for emergency wood stores.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Ever seen a bear climb a tree?
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I did, I did! Well, it was me, but that counts. I wasn't sure how to quite do it. My neighbor, the other neighbor, showed up. He looks like he had already wrestled a bear, a greasy one, like an engine. I felt bad making him do more work, so I tried to do my part. The ladder got us to the lower branches. From there on, it was old fashioned tree climbing. Sticky, scratchy, pokey, and a bit... demanding in a way. Keeping balance on twigs, lifting the next foot, grabbing that other branch. But, slowly, we climbed. No more than thirty or forty feet perhaps, but enough to know the ground was a long hard fall away. The chainsaw went with, hopscotching between carriers and branch cradles.
I was... impressed. Seriously, how many heart transplant potentiates do you see climbing trees, helping hoist a serious chainsaw, then cutting branches while perched precariously in the green and brown? The kid was tired and sore from a day of work, but he did it without effort. Or so it seemed. To be young is to... I don't know... have more than even you think? Something. A good dozen dead branches came down. It looks good. There were some, as noted at the end, much higher. But I didn't think I could squeeze through the branches to get to them, and thought what was done was enough. In the future I may, now that I know I can, shimmy my way up when I have a bit more breath. I won't be worn by lower branch work, and there are only a few. Perhaps with a rested demeanor, the squeeze won't look so tight.
And, it seems as if I was wrong. The wife didn't say no. These women, and men, are changing up and getting tricky on me, by doing pretty much what they seem to be thinking of doing! How can I go get suspicious if people do what they say?!? Ah well, at least I can still be paranoid. I don't put much faith in that, or much else of flesh. I'm just a hobbyist, at it, anymore, I suppose. But iffin you ever needs some tips, you know who to visit.
Supper arrived. It sounds good. I am hungry, and thirsty. Even with beans and ham for lunch. Boy I like to work. I'm going to really have to try to get out there again. I liked that. Risky, too! Later.
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I did, I did! Well, it was me, but that counts. I wasn't sure how to quite do it. My neighbor, the other neighbor, showed up. He looks like he had already wrestled a bear, a greasy one, like an engine. I felt bad making him do more work, so I tried to do my part. The ladder got us to the lower branches. From there on, it was old fashioned tree climbing. Sticky, scratchy, pokey, and a bit... demanding in a way. Keeping balance on twigs, lifting the next foot, grabbing that other branch. But, slowly, we climbed. No more than thirty or forty feet perhaps, but enough to know the ground was a long hard fall away. The chainsaw went with, hopscotching between carriers and branch cradles.
I was... impressed. Seriously, how many heart transplant potentiates do you see climbing trees, helping hoist a serious chainsaw, then cutting branches while perched precariously in the green and brown? The kid was tired and sore from a day of work, but he did it without effort. Or so it seemed. To be young is to... I don't know... have more than even you think? Something. A good dozen dead branches came down. It looks good. There were some, as noted at the end, much higher. But I didn't think I could squeeze through the branches to get to them, and thought what was done was enough. In the future I may, now that I know I can, shimmy my way up when I have a bit more breath. I won't be worn by lower branch work, and there are only a few. Perhaps with a rested demeanor, the squeeze won't look so tight.
And, it seems as if I was wrong. The wife didn't say no. These women, and men, are changing up and getting tricky on me, by doing pretty much what they seem to be thinking of doing! How can I go get suspicious if people do what they say?!? Ah well, at least I can still be paranoid. I don't put much faith in that, or much else of flesh. I'm just a hobbyist, at it, anymore, I suppose. But iffin you ever needs some tips, you know who to visit.
Supper arrived. It sounds good. I am hungry, and thirsty. Even with beans and ham for lunch. Boy I like to work. I'm going to really have to try to get out there again. I liked that. Risky, too! Later.
Decided.
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I believe I am going to upgrade my downgrade and just build one machine. The main reason for a first machine was trying to be cheap. Though it would have been nice to have a dedicated, off-line, gaming rig... I don't have that kind of money. My previous attempts at building a gaming rig were proving far too expensive. I kept hitting, I think, right at $2.5k. Too much. Even when I have it, I just won't do it. Even though I play, and compute, and blog, and browse, much of my time, I just... can't go over some points. When I was young and sure to be dead imminently, it didn't matter. My machines were $3.5k monsters, for their time. No more. A third of that makes me flinch.
With this machine, if it proves a bit weak in the near future, I have some upgrade capacity. Adding a second graphics board, RAM, even cooling, would be a snap, and rather affordable by that time. It won't beat top, or even serious second tier machines. But I don't need it to do so. Compared to even a new console, it cooks that. Plus, if I want to mess with mods, I can. Computer gaming is simply much better than console gaming. And it doesn't eat my television. I ought to get rid of that dinosaur. Then again, maybe I can figure out how to hook my television and computer up, so that I can... ruin the television this way! :) Damn kids.
I'll keep saving. The hope, after the fixes and upgrades on my home are done, is to get into solar power. Enough to run some lights and the computer. While the world burns, I can just... keep playing. With a minor refrigerator/freezer, enough stocks in this and that, a few firearms for those who might wish for what they could have but didn't choose and communal security, and popcorn. I really ought to get some more of that stocked up. Never mind, just some thoughts.
Doesn't look like the tree trimming will get done today. I'll have to try to do that on my own. I had asked him something. He was going to ask the wife. I was pretty sure what that meant, but... now I know. Don't worry. I knew that gig. It's, when I have had women, how I used to say "No.", without saying it, too. :) Dang kids. Think I don't know the score. Ha!
Later.
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I believe I am going to upgrade my downgrade and just build one machine. The main reason for a first machine was trying to be cheap. Though it would have been nice to have a dedicated, off-line, gaming rig... I don't have that kind of money. My previous attempts at building a gaming rig were proving far too expensive. I kept hitting, I think, right at $2.5k. Too much. Even when I have it, I just won't do it. Even though I play, and compute, and blog, and browse, much of my time, I just... can't go over some points. When I was young and sure to be dead imminently, it didn't matter. My machines were $3.5k monsters, for their time. No more. A third of that makes me flinch.
With this machine, if it proves a bit weak in the near future, I have some upgrade capacity. Adding a second graphics board, RAM, even cooling, would be a snap, and rather affordable by that time. It won't beat top, or even serious second tier machines. But I don't need it to do so. Compared to even a new console, it cooks that. Plus, if I want to mess with mods, I can. Computer gaming is simply much better than console gaming. And it doesn't eat my television. I ought to get rid of that dinosaur. Then again, maybe I can figure out how to hook my television and computer up, so that I can... ruin the television this way! :) Damn kids.
I'll keep saving. The hope, after the fixes and upgrades on my home are done, is to get into solar power. Enough to run some lights and the computer. While the world burns, I can just... keep playing. With a minor refrigerator/freezer, enough stocks in this and that, a few firearms for those who might wish for what they could have but didn't choose and communal security, and popcorn. I really ought to get some more of that stocked up. Never mind, just some thoughts.
Doesn't look like the tree trimming will get done today. I'll have to try to do that on my own. I had asked him something. He was going to ask the wife. I was pretty sure what that meant, but... now I know. Don't worry. I knew that gig. It's, when I have had women, how I used to say "No.", without saying it, too. :) Dang kids. Think I don't know the score. Ha!
Later.
A laptop?
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Well, it was a thought. Then I thought again. If I am going to build a desktop in the future, a higher tier one... and I hate laptops and would just be using it as a desktop... why... buy a laptop? Silly me. I guess it just seemed easy. After a bit of thinking, I believe I am simply going to buy, and build, a desktop, but a lessor one. I keep trying to pare, but every time I cut something back, I remember something else. I am overdoing my build, for what I want. And it will, even if I dump to just a dual core, be killer compared to this pentium IV. I think I only have a gig and an half of RAM. Bleh.
Yes, build my own. I don't want, nor need, nor like, laptops. Their keyboards are small and have no tactile grip, the monitors suck, and in all ways save portability, they are inferior to desktops. They are the McDonalds of the computer world. On the other hand, I prefer the real deal to the electronic, by far. A slider and fries, hold the laptop? Yeah. Plus, it will be good practice. So far, I have optimized down to $1k. But I want it lower. This will just be an internet tool, not a gaming platform. And yet I would like to, maybe, do a bit of gaming. Just to tinker. Maybe, if I optimize correctly, I will never build that massive machine, merely adding bits to this build.
So... I am looking at ways of not having to backtrack. Some of it will have to come and then go. RAM, for example. I need, currently, to buy 8 gigs, in a 2x4 configuration. But with a gaming rig, I would want, at least to start out, with 16 gigs in a 2x8 configuration. That will simply have to come and go. The motherboard is a thing of contention. Buying a very good board now, even if with a much lessor chip, might be best. Not quite, but nearing, the top of the line will allow for almost any upgrades I could want. As far as the case goes, I won't be doing triple or quad, but might do double graphics cards, into crossfire or sli configuration. The simple cost of triple or quad makes me not want to play. That is simply too much money, time, and effort tied up into a machine. I think I can go rather tame on the case. I really wanted a full size tower, but I won't be overclocking, at least not in a large way. Probably not at all with this first setup. And I won't be putting in six hard drives, two flash drives, and three blue-ray/dvd readers or read/writes. So a smaller case should do just fine. The only problem might be if, as I add things, heat becomes an issue. A smaller case can only do just so much. The problem is price. The case for the smaller build is more like $60, for a gaming rig, I'm looking at, starting, around $130 on up to $200. Then again, perhaps I could go skin on some of it, pricey on some, and mix and match in the future, to still have two complete machines. But transferring chips and motherboards and such gets ugly, fast. Though the graphics board and memory would be easy to switch.
The thing is, I had set an outside dollar marker at about $600-$800 for a laptop, in my previous thinking. I would like to hold to that as much as possible. I just have to think through components, what could be transfered, what will be cheaper, and much cheaper, in the near future. The choice is a gaming machine or a new console. The console would be cheaper, but it isn't upgradable, it is very expensive for what it offers, the gaming experience is sometimes limited by both the game maker and Sony (or Microsoft if you are a total sucker), and I think they are changing the rules, again, to favor themselves over my wants. Hey, I'm a gamer. It's part of what I do in life. I simply have to deal with it.
I'm thinking... I'm thinking... But I do know I will roll my own, get back into the tech field, and see where that leads. I almost am considering AMD, but I simply don't know where to even begin with that. While it would be less expensive, how much quality would be lost I don't know. Cheap comes with it's own costs. Bleh. Later.
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Well, it was a thought. Then I thought again. If I am going to build a desktop in the future, a higher tier one... and I hate laptops and would just be using it as a desktop... why... buy a laptop? Silly me. I guess it just seemed easy. After a bit of thinking, I believe I am simply going to buy, and build, a desktop, but a lessor one. I keep trying to pare, but every time I cut something back, I remember something else. I am overdoing my build, for what I want. And it will, even if I dump to just a dual core, be killer compared to this pentium IV. I think I only have a gig and an half of RAM. Bleh.
Yes, build my own. I don't want, nor need, nor like, laptops. Their keyboards are small and have no tactile grip, the monitors suck, and in all ways save portability, they are inferior to desktops. They are the McDonalds of the computer world. On the other hand, I prefer the real deal to the electronic, by far. A slider and fries, hold the laptop? Yeah. Plus, it will be good practice. So far, I have optimized down to $1k. But I want it lower. This will just be an internet tool, not a gaming platform. And yet I would like to, maybe, do a bit of gaming. Just to tinker. Maybe, if I optimize correctly, I will never build that massive machine, merely adding bits to this build.
So... I am looking at ways of not having to backtrack. Some of it will have to come and then go. RAM, for example. I need, currently, to buy 8 gigs, in a 2x4 configuration. But with a gaming rig, I would want, at least to start out, with 16 gigs in a 2x8 configuration. That will simply have to come and go. The motherboard is a thing of contention. Buying a very good board now, even if with a much lessor chip, might be best. Not quite, but nearing, the top of the line will allow for almost any upgrades I could want. As far as the case goes, I won't be doing triple or quad, but might do double graphics cards, into crossfire or sli configuration. The simple cost of triple or quad makes me not want to play. That is simply too much money, time, and effort tied up into a machine. I think I can go rather tame on the case. I really wanted a full size tower, but I won't be overclocking, at least not in a large way. Probably not at all with this first setup. And I won't be putting in six hard drives, two flash drives, and three blue-ray/dvd readers or read/writes. So a smaller case should do just fine. The only problem might be if, as I add things, heat becomes an issue. A smaller case can only do just so much. The problem is price. The case for the smaller build is more like $60, for a gaming rig, I'm looking at, starting, around $130 on up to $200. Then again, perhaps I could go skin on some of it, pricey on some, and mix and match in the future, to still have two complete machines. But transferring chips and motherboards and such gets ugly, fast. Though the graphics board and memory would be easy to switch.
The thing is, I had set an outside dollar marker at about $600-$800 for a laptop, in my previous thinking. I would like to hold to that as much as possible. I just have to think through components, what could be transfered, what will be cheaper, and much cheaper, in the near future. The choice is a gaming machine or a new console. The console would be cheaper, but it isn't upgradable, it is very expensive for what it offers, the gaming experience is sometimes limited by both the game maker and Sony (or Microsoft if you are a total sucker), and I think they are changing the rules, again, to favor themselves over my wants. Hey, I'm a gamer. It's part of what I do in life. I simply have to deal with it.
I'm thinking... I'm thinking... But I do know I will roll my own, get back into the tech field, and see where that leads. I almost am considering AMD, but I simply don't know where to even begin with that. While it would be less expensive, how much quality would be lost I don't know. Cheap comes with it's own costs. Bleh. Later.
I had forgotten I had a plan in play.
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I love it when I am doing for myself in spite of not knowing it. I put beans on to soak last night, or this morning, technically. Black beans, my favorite. I had ham slices out and ready, and have thawed more. The mixtures is just about perfect. I actually think adding kale might not be a bad touch. It's a matter of not knowing when I will be cooking, and even so, being to the store in such a way as to have fresh. Usually, even with onions and potatoes, when I remember and go to use them... it's a little... hrmm... late. Still, if I happen to get out in the next few days, I may see about buying a lot of the green leafy. I probably hated kale when I was a kid, even a younger man. Now? Now the stuff is almost as good as!?! Cabbage! Yeah! Shoot me now, I have become my grandfather! Then again, I don't think he was born that way either. :)
Don't know. Feeling pretty good. I have some things I want to do, and am a bit stuck, but I do have some things on schedule and a hope to a revitalization. It's not always fair, or fun, but then for folk like myself, that isn't part of the planning. I expect it to be harder unfairly just because of who I am, I expect enemies to attempt to trip me up even to my death if they can, I expect the worst and I still am pretty sure I will do more than what is possible. It isn't just people, but the environment, and my own flesh at times, that are against me. Remember... life is an anomaly, one the universe if it weren't for God, would seek to eliminate. Of all the matter that exists, such a vast minority of it is living, and an even vaster minority of that sentient, and an even smaller lot than that which chooses good over evil, that... we are miracles. I wish you could see these things as I have seen them. A saved soul is worth more than all the gold, gems, buildings, patents, that man can ever dream of having. Even so, do not expect the world or others to like, or treat you fairly, or such. Get on with it, and do what is right. Don't worry about that. Expect it. If it isn't fatal, file and forget. If there is a change of heart, forgive.
Oh, on to... more waking, then setting up medicine. Yes, yes. I think so. "Not fair!" Cool... Hehe. Later.
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I love it when I am doing for myself in spite of not knowing it. I put beans on to soak last night, or this morning, technically. Black beans, my favorite. I had ham slices out and ready, and have thawed more. The mixtures is just about perfect. I actually think adding kale might not be a bad touch. It's a matter of not knowing when I will be cooking, and even so, being to the store in such a way as to have fresh. Usually, even with onions and potatoes, when I remember and go to use them... it's a little... hrmm... late. Still, if I happen to get out in the next few days, I may see about buying a lot of the green leafy. I probably hated kale when I was a kid, even a younger man. Now? Now the stuff is almost as good as!?! Cabbage! Yeah! Shoot me now, I have become my grandfather! Then again, I don't think he was born that way either. :)
Don't know. Feeling pretty good. I have some things I want to do, and am a bit stuck, but I do have some things on schedule and a hope to a revitalization. It's not always fair, or fun, but then for folk like myself, that isn't part of the planning. I expect it to be harder unfairly just because of who I am, I expect enemies to attempt to trip me up even to my death if they can, I expect the worst and I still am pretty sure I will do more than what is possible. It isn't just people, but the environment, and my own flesh at times, that are against me. Remember... life is an anomaly, one the universe if it weren't for God, would seek to eliminate. Of all the matter that exists, such a vast minority of it is living, and an even vaster minority of that sentient, and an even smaller lot than that which chooses good over evil, that... we are miracles. I wish you could see these things as I have seen them. A saved soul is worth more than all the gold, gems, buildings, patents, that man can ever dream of having. Even so, do not expect the world or others to like, or treat you fairly, or such. Get on with it, and do what is right. Don't worry about that. Expect it. If it isn't fatal, file and forget. If there is a change of heart, forgive.
Oh, on to... more waking, then setting up medicine. Yes, yes. I think so. "Not fair!" Cool... Hehe. Later.
Awake, and before noon.
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Yeah, my cycles are pretty off. Oh well. I'll have to get this fixed as soon as possible. It won't be soon, and it isn't possible, but it may become such. I just have to grab the horns and guide them through windows as they appear. I do some interesting things sometimes, but understand, I do them blindly even so. Some think I am a simple normal. Take away the ability to hear, see, comprehend, or think... in the world... and, then you begin to understand. So if you see me out there, understand, it's not what it appears. But, do not worry. If such were going to be my end, even doing... unlikely things... such as white-water rafting... it would have happened long ago. What I can't avoid I seem imminently able to live through. And great fun is had, soon or late, from such events.
Still, I am awake, so I need to begin figuring out my day. Tree trimming, later. Perhaps another shower, tinkering on a project or two, oh and setting up and taking medicine. Hmm, that last first, I do believe, as soon as I am more than cognitively bordering on flatlining. Nothing is going on upstairs until the bypass circuitry is engaged, and the delays are overcome. Being mostly dead means conscious function takes time. Unconscious function can happen while rousted from sleep. Some things I know how to do better than a man should. Don't test that. It's possible why I don't remember some conflict. I wasn't even awake. Body did it's thing, sent me a memo. A God thing these days. Though, even when a free agent... I didn't stray from form, only... from capacity to understand it all while holding on to objective Truth. Faith was blind while actions were still sound, so it goes in the depths of bowels of hard realities, from time to time.
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Yeah, my cycles are pretty off. Oh well. I'll have to get this fixed as soon as possible. It won't be soon, and it isn't possible, but it may become such. I just have to grab the horns and guide them through windows as they appear. I do some interesting things sometimes, but understand, I do them blindly even so. Some think I am a simple normal. Take away the ability to hear, see, comprehend, or think... in the world... and, then you begin to understand. So if you see me out there, understand, it's not what it appears. But, do not worry. If such were going to be my end, even doing... unlikely things... such as white-water rafting... it would have happened long ago. What I can't avoid I seem imminently able to live through. And great fun is had, soon or late, from such events.
Still, I am awake, so I need to begin figuring out my day. Tree trimming, later. Perhaps another shower, tinkering on a project or two, oh and setting up and taking medicine. Hmm, that last first, I do believe, as soon as I am more than cognitively bordering on flatlining. Nothing is going on upstairs until the bypass circuitry is engaged, and the delays are overcome. Being mostly dead means conscious function takes time. Unconscious function can happen while rousted from sleep. Some things I know how to do better than a man should. Don't test that. It's possible why I don't remember some conflict. I wasn't even awake. Body did it's thing, sent me a memo. A God thing these days. Though, even when a free agent... I didn't stray from form, only... from capacity to understand it all while holding on to objective Truth. Faith was blind while actions were still sound, so it goes in the depths of bowels of hard realities, from time to time.
Dreams?
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Probably. Good omens, odd portents, strange things, in life. No reason not to see them displayed while I sleep. Though, good is not always what it seem, or without cost. And portents... well... a man does not become strong in order to live a mild life. If you can, then you must when called upon to do what is right. No gift comes without dues. How the dreams might, or might, feed upon knowledge, sight, or happenstance is not for any to know.
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Probably. Good omens, odd portents, strange things, in life. No reason not to see them displayed while I sleep. Though, good is not always what it seem, or without cost. And portents... well... a man does not become strong in order to live a mild life. If you can, then you must when called upon to do what is right. No gift comes without dues. How the dreams might, or might, feed upon knowledge, sight, or happenstance is not for any to know.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Careful with that shard.
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It was once a lordly, perhaps divine, weapon. As with all things, time and use eventually cost wholeness so that only parts remain. The once solid blade now resides as chunks of metal, wood, and adornments. Aye, but some of those pieces maintain an unearthly sharpness. Tend them in the name of nostalgia, in honor of their deeds, or for whatever reasons are found to be noble, but with care. The will, of course, isn't in the pieces or memory, but in the care tendered, and those who do so.
Dreams of a beautiful death denied, and end of an era personally, professionally, and politically. Another world and time, when men did what they should, and when leaders were sane enough to know good from evil. Those leaders who believed in good defeated those who were weaker forms of evil. It wasn't simple, even in those days. Some evil had to be simply watched, for going after all evil can blind a good eye and turn it to just another form of evil. So it is in life, it is in war and politics, even in love.
Slated to die, an assumption already made. Of the many swords sent out to never return, a standard issue of my sort. The only one of my lot that did return, but not whole. Encased in glass, held as honorable, but with no interest in such for most of my time. I have done what I could to return to be with the other lost weapons. Failing that, I have surrendered to existing as is. But, I have done what I may to ensure I am not... loved for what I am not. Yes, that is why, with the stories of gore and glory, I also make sure to add the human, the mistaken, the wrong. False idols, false flags, I will have none of it. Even if I must make you choke on thoughts you would rather not consider. A weapon, indeed. And to this day. Be careful. Just let me be. No dues are owed that have not been paid in full, and then some. A shame to my nature. With the givens, it is what must be.
And yet, I do dream of that beautiful death. I did find it, you know. Not just a combat death, but an artistic and tragic one. Not alone in it. I shared with the taker of my life the loss of his life and his brothers as well. Whether he was cheated, as I was, I do not know. But I remember the look on his face as we parted, both to go to our deaths after sharing our beautiful moment. A pained look, an ashen face, a blur, and we danced no more together. Russian, most likely. When I woke from the remnants of his death gift, things changed. It is a new world when you go and come back. And so it was, and the beginning of the shattering of the blade I once was.
Good day.
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It was once a lordly, perhaps divine, weapon. As with all things, time and use eventually cost wholeness so that only parts remain. The once solid blade now resides as chunks of metal, wood, and adornments. Aye, but some of those pieces maintain an unearthly sharpness. Tend them in the name of nostalgia, in honor of their deeds, or for whatever reasons are found to be noble, but with care. The will, of course, isn't in the pieces or memory, but in the care tendered, and those who do so.
Dreams of a beautiful death denied, and end of an era personally, professionally, and politically. Another world and time, when men did what they should, and when leaders were sane enough to know good from evil. Those leaders who believed in good defeated those who were weaker forms of evil. It wasn't simple, even in those days. Some evil had to be simply watched, for going after all evil can blind a good eye and turn it to just another form of evil. So it is in life, it is in war and politics, even in love.
Slated to die, an assumption already made. Of the many swords sent out to never return, a standard issue of my sort. The only one of my lot that did return, but not whole. Encased in glass, held as honorable, but with no interest in such for most of my time. I have done what I could to return to be with the other lost weapons. Failing that, I have surrendered to existing as is. But, I have done what I may to ensure I am not... loved for what I am not. Yes, that is why, with the stories of gore and glory, I also make sure to add the human, the mistaken, the wrong. False idols, false flags, I will have none of it. Even if I must make you choke on thoughts you would rather not consider. A weapon, indeed. And to this day. Be careful. Just let me be. No dues are owed that have not been paid in full, and then some. A shame to my nature. With the givens, it is what must be.
And yet, I do dream of that beautiful death. I did find it, you know. Not just a combat death, but an artistic and tragic one. Not alone in it. I shared with the taker of my life the loss of his life and his brothers as well. Whether he was cheated, as I was, I do not know. But I remember the look on his face as we parted, both to go to our deaths after sharing our beautiful moment. A pained look, an ashen face, a blur, and we danced no more together. Russian, most likely. When I woke from the remnants of his death gift, things changed. It is a new world when you go and come back. And so it was, and the beginning of the shattering of the blade I once was.
Good day.
Well, it was a thought.
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I'm still not sure which day I received the call that let me know I had an appointment tomorrow. Wednesday, most likely. I called back right that day but the phone centers were down. I fumbled the rest of the week, somehow thinking it was Saturday both Thursday and Friday... somehow. Oh well. I meant, then, to make it to the post box over the real weekend, but wasn't able to get my act together. I will try to do that next last best thing, call in the morning to let them know I won't be in, and reschedule. Crazy, but it's what happens when life is so sketchy, medicines become hit and miss, and all else seems to have misfired that can.
I checked my wallet. It looks fat. A good time to... wait. Next month I will go ahead and order the wheat grinder. After that, I'll store up for some work on the cave. I am sure thinking about purchasing a new computer. Probably a laptop of some sort. Just something inexpensive, but new enough that it will work for years, preferably in win 7. Something for internet and such. As well, I will begin looking at components to build a gaming computer next spring, perhaps. It won't see the internet. It won't get updates the bugger things up, it won't receive anything online. I may epoxy the internet connection from the motherboard. All updates will be obtained on the laptop, checked for viruses and such, and then applied via thumb drives. From updates messing with things, to hackers, to everything else, a machine off the grid is the way to go these days. Hmm, I may look to see if win 7 can still be obtained somehow. I won't need to broken patches and such, just the core.
Actually, I am not sure I will make it to morning to call. I still need to get the recycling and trash out. Not sure that will happen. Cooked, baked, fried. Not doing well. I did bother to make egg burritos again. Pretty bland, even with hot sauce... my hot sauce... habanero stuff. Bland. Though, in my current condition, a ribeye might actually seem bland. Well, I wouldn't go that far. The idea holds though. Food just doesn't taste good.
Tomorrow I will reset my medicine sets. I was taking them hopscotch from missed days. It's too easy to lose track that way though. Yeah, I'll figure it all out. Sooner or later. Gah! *zzz* Yeah, I'm not going to make it to morning, and there is no one to call now. I doubt if I'll be able to manage another hour awake. You are watching Doom doing everything he can but in an impossible situation. There is nothing to do but try to remember to call in and see who it was with, and when we can reschedule. I have another one coming up in the middle of the month. Hopefully, by then, I will be in shape to get there and do that. I do try. The docs actually have been helping. It's worth my time, if I have the choice.
Good night.
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I'm still not sure which day I received the call that let me know I had an appointment tomorrow. Wednesday, most likely. I called back right that day but the phone centers were down. I fumbled the rest of the week, somehow thinking it was Saturday both Thursday and Friday... somehow. Oh well. I meant, then, to make it to the post box over the real weekend, but wasn't able to get my act together. I will try to do that next last best thing, call in the morning to let them know I won't be in, and reschedule. Crazy, but it's what happens when life is so sketchy, medicines become hit and miss, and all else seems to have misfired that can.
I checked my wallet. It looks fat. A good time to... wait. Next month I will go ahead and order the wheat grinder. After that, I'll store up for some work on the cave. I am sure thinking about purchasing a new computer. Probably a laptop of some sort. Just something inexpensive, but new enough that it will work for years, preferably in win 7. Something for internet and such. As well, I will begin looking at components to build a gaming computer next spring, perhaps. It won't see the internet. It won't get updates the bugger things up, it won't receive anything online. I may epoxy the internet connection from the motherboard. All updates will be obtained on the laptop, checked for viruses and such, and then applied via thumb drives. From updates messing with things, to hackers, to everything else, a machine off the grid is the way to go these days. Hmm, I may look to see if win 7 can still be obtained somehow. I won't need to broken patches and such, just the core.
Actually, I am not sure I will make it to morning to call. I still need to get the recycling and trash out. Not sure that will happen. Cooked, baked, fried. Not doing well. I did bother to make egg burritos again. Pretty bland, even with hot sauce... my hot sauce... habanero stuff. Bland. Though, in my current condition, a ribeye might actually seem bland. Well, I wouldn't go that far. The idea holds though. Food just doesn't taste good.
Tomorrow I will reset my medicine sets. I was taking them hopscotch from missed days. It's too easy to lose track that way though. Yeah, I'll figure it all out. Sooner or later. Gah! *zzz* Yeah, I'm not going to make it to morning, and there is no one to call now. I doubt if I'll be able to manage another hour awake. You are watching Doom doing everything he can but in an impossible situation. There is nothing to do but try to remember to call in and see who it was with, and when we can reschedule. I have another one coming up in the middle of the month. Hopefully, by then, I will be in shape to get there and do that. I do try. The docs actually have been helping. It's worth my time, if I have the choice.
Good night.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Odd dreams, weird sleep, and surprises.
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No idea what all happened. Sleep was like a surfing trip gone the way of noobs on the waves. When I wasn't seemingly spinning out of control, left to right or head over heels, I was upside down or under water. Hey, no complaints. That's my gig. It's what I do, loved to do anyway, until I broke. Lord knows, unless you have rocks for bones, a thick skull, an cast iron stomach, and balls of various metals, you shouldn't go out and play with Doom. Friend or foe matters little. I play hard. I'm still amazed just play didn't kill me. Work was worse, but I was serious about it, mostly. "Get that damn smirk off your face, Doom! That coulda been a career ender! ~ "I know!" *grins* Ah well.
I dreamed all throughout, it seemed. The only thing I recall was backhanding folk. I have used it, in serious situations, about nine times, or so the dream told me. Mostly against surprise attacks. It is a beautiful, elegant, and swift manner of dealing with, essentially, a bum's rush. I breaks the lead or leads, stuns the assailant(s), and allows time to grab a defensive or offensive stance, depending on what looks most likely to succeed. No time to consider which, instinct and experience will guide the thing. As well, the backhand can be happily used on friends who have gone way over the line. No real harm or foul, but a definite indication of limits. Hmm, I guess I didn't dream about the two times I have received such. It 'do' tend to get ones attention and cause one to... retool... rethink what one was doing or saying. *bam!* If done by someone respected, it is accepted. Grudgingly, perhaps, at first. But time allows wisdom, well, and the reset counter. *BAM!* Like I said, it doesn't hurt, not all that much. It's the... notion of the thing. Actually, the bible discusses when and how to deal with some people and situations using just such. Oh? Don't believe your friendly Doom? Go, see, and be humbled. *Bam!* :)
I kept trying to wake, but it seemed so dark, so late, that I became... chagrined. I didn't want to look at the time. It seemed that it must be either way past afternoon and into early twilight, or overcast. Neither of which was I prepared to handle. So, back to sleep. Two or three pseudo wakings, like the groundhog, but seeing it's shadow so scurrying back to slumbering. There was some forms of guilt and shame, and sleep, it seemed, allowed me some temporary cover. I knew it could not last, so started steeling myself for the eventual rise and price. Even so, it took to rounds before I finally accepted fate. I went to bed around... 3:30, 4:00, give or take.
Finally, I was... set to just take what of the day was to be had, consequences, the reasonable, the unreasonable. At first I walked out into my cave world and... couldn't get a fix on what, exactly, this life stuff is all about. What, exactly, is it, that I am supposed to do? Bathroom, of course. That's always a good place to... get a handle on things. Sorry ladies, just a man's thing in this instance. While in there, since flow is limited, there is time to gather wits and dispel gloom? Something like that. I still simply returned to the bedroom to try to find my cause célèbre(s) du jour. It, or they, weren't there. But I didn't notice the clock. Just a wee after noon?
Gah! I had spent the last half of my sleep long in the mouth because I thought I had missed some things and blown a day! And, after it all, I was awake about exactly when I thought I should have been. Never mind. Foolishness. I'll figure it out before long. Though, truth be told, until the day I die I will stumble blindly on nothing, from time to time. And, for more truth be told, I sort of... enjoy it now and again. Keeps me humble. And the Lord knows I need that.
Well, on to... something. Later.
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No idea what all happened. Sleep was like a surfing trip gone the way of noobs on the waves. When I wasn't seemingly spinning out of control, left to right or head over heels, I was upside down or under water. Hey, no complaints. That's my gig. It's what I do, loved to do anyway, until I broke. Lord knows, unless you have rocks for bones, a thick skull, an cast iron stomach, and balls of various metals, you shouldn't go out and play with Doom. Friend or foe matters little. I play hard. I'm still amazed just play didn't kill me. Work was worse, but I was serious about it, mostly. "Get that damn smirk off your face, Doom! That coulda been a career ender! ~ "I know!" *grins* Ah well.
I dreamed all throughout, it seemed. The only thing I recall was backhanding folk. I have used it, in serious situations, about nine times, or so the dream told me. Mostly against surprise attacks. It is a beautiful, elegant, and swift manner of dealing with, essentially, a bum's rush. I breaks the lead or leads, stuns the assailant(s), and allows time to grab a defensive or offensive stance, depending on what looks most likely to succeed. No time to consider which, instinct and experience will guide the thing. As well, the backhand can be happily used on friends who have gone way over the line. No real harm or foul, but a definite indication of limits. Hmm, I guess I didn't dream about the two times I have received such. It 'do' tend to get ones attention and cause one to... retool... rethink what one was doing or saying. *bam!* If done by someone respected, it is accepted. Grudgingly, perhaps, at first. But time allows wisdom, well, and the reset counter. *BAM!* Like I said, it doesn't hurt, not all that much. It's the... notion of the thing. Actually, the bible discusses when and how to deal with some people and situations using just such. Oh? Don't believe your friendly Doom? Go, see, and be humbled. *Bam!* :)
I kept trying to wake, but it seemed so dark, so late, that I became... chagrined. I didn't want to look at the time. It seemed that it must be either way past afternoon and into early twilight, or overcast. Neither of which was I prepared to handle. So, back to sleep. Two or three pseudo wakings, like the groundhog, but seeing it's shadow so scurrying back to slumbering. There was some forms of guilt and shame, and sleep, it seemed, allowed me some temporary cover. I knew it could not last, so started steeling myself for the eventual rise and price. Even so, it took to rounds before I finally accepted fate. I went to bed around... 3:30, 4:00, give or take.
Finally, I was... set to just take what of the day was to be had, consequences, the reasonable, the unreasonable. At first I walked out into my cave world and... couldn't get a fix on what, exactly, this life stuff is all about. What, exactly, is it, that I am supposed to do? Bathroom, of course. That's always a good place to... get a handle on things. Sorry ladies, just a man's thing in this instance. While in there, since flow is limited, there is time to gather wits and dispel gloom? Something like that. I still simply returned to the bedroom to try to find my cause célèbre(s) du jour. It, or they, weren't there. But I didn't notice the clock. Just a wee after noon?
Gah! I had spent the last half of my sleep long in the mouth because I thought I had missed some things and blown a day! And, after it all, I was awake about exactly when I thought I should have been. Never mind. Foolishness. I'll figure it out before long. Though, truth be told, until the day I die I will stumble blindly on nothing, from time to time. And, for more truth be told, I sort of... enjoy it now and again. Keeps me humble. And the Lord knows I need that.
Well, on to... something. Later.
Breakfast burritos at midnight and bedtime.
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Sleep is just off. I guess, whatever. Being hungry though, needed an answer. Some bacon, then eggs scrambled in the pan, a few tortillas, and a glass of milk. Oh, I had just a bit of cheese left, which always adds to the meal. I wish I could keep onions in stock. Fresh diced onions add a ton of flavor and texture. Still, no complaints. Well... maybe that I ate just a bit too much. But from where I am standing, that isn't, technically, a complaint! Rarely do I get the chance to overeat. Either I can't, or it isn't available. When all food tastes like sawdust... And yet I do try to eat, when it is available.
The shower has made me famously popular with the girls. Cats, that is. They love it when I shower. Heck, they were fighting over who got to set on the back of my chair. Sassy actually has snuggled in, and simply "forgot" Sam might want a shot at the old man. I love having petable neckwarmers. A few pets and they turn into purring muscle relaxing vibrators. My girls purr like boat motor engines! Sassy, I just found out tonight, and oddly... snores! I had to laugh. I tried, and succeeded, in not waking her while laughing. But... it caught me so off-guard. Cats snore? Wow. Now, on the rare occasions I do so, I won't feel so badly.
Weird. Saturday, now Sunday? It... feels like I am into the week. My sleep is sort of normal, mostly. Staying awake a bit longer, I think, but sleeping, mostly, about eight hours a sleep cycle. And, yet, each day feels like two. I lose, or add, days in there. This last week has seemed like three weeks, somehow. Never mind, I'll get it back in order as soon as I can. I am still working on prepping to finish the game. I could just go on, but I am trying to have everything I will need for the next playthrough, and not have to mess with the tedious when difficulty is ramped up. It is sort of annoying. I guess I never considered myself to be detail oriented, but when it comes right down to it, I am. When I tell others to just do it, I have often forgotten just how much I did to get to the point where I seemingly "just do it". Oh well.
Good night. Yeah, it's still night, just at 3:46, so... Too late for early, not morning to be sure. No other way to put it. *zzz*
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Sleep is just off. I guess, whatever. Being hungry though, needed an answer. Some bacon, then eggs scrambled in the pan, a few tortillas, and a glass of milk. Oh, I had just a bit of cheese left, which always adds to the meal. I wish I could keep onions in stock. Fresh diced onions add a ton of flavor and texture. Still, no complaints. Well... maybe that I ate just a bit too much. But from where I am standing, that isn't, technically, a complaint! Rarely do I get the chance to overeat. Either I can't, or it isn't available. When all food tastes like sawdust... And yet I do try to eat, when it is available.
The shower has made me famously popular with the girls. Cats, that is. They love it when I shower. Heck, they were fighting over who got to set on the back of my chair. Sassy actually has snuggled in, and simply "forgot" Sam might want a shot at the old man. I love having petable neckwarmers. A few pets and they turn into purring muscle relaxing vibrators. My girls purr like boat motor engines! Sassy, I just found out tonight, and oddly... snores! I had to laugh. I tried, and succeeded, in not waking her while laughing. But... it caught me so off-guard. Cats snore? Wow. Now, on the rare occasions I do so, I won't feel so badly.
Weird. Saturday, now Sunday? It... feels like I am into the week. My sleep is sort of normal, mostly. Staying awake a bit longer, I think, but sleeping, mostly, about eight hours a sleep cycle. And, yet, each day feels like two. I lose, or add, days in there. This last week has seemed like three weeks, somehow. Never mind, I'll get it back in order as soon as I can. I am still working on prepping to finish the game. I could just go on, but I am trying to have everything I will need for the next playthrough, and not have to mess with the tedious when difficulty is ramped up. It is sort of annoying. I guess I never considered myself to be detail oriented, but when it comes right down to it, I am. When I tell others to just do it, I have often forgotten just how much I did to get to the point where I seemingly "just do it". Oh well.
Good night. Yeah, it's still night, just at 3:46, so... Too late for early, not morning to be sure. No other way to put it. *zzz*
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