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Woke up too early. Back to bed. And with the main part of a head cold. I'll turn the furnace down this time, but keep the door open. It's still witch tit cold out there. Not that that is always bad. They can all be witches, and right definite cues for stomach turning are preferable. Never... mind. Yeah, yeah, but I don't have a choice. Sleep isn't calling, it is commanding. As two cold bumps might. Can't keep my eyes open. I have had worse. I've also had better.
I have a bit of a sense of humor about it though. Later.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Crash!
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No, I imbibed nothing last evening. Well, water, coffee, milk? Some of that for sure. I was trying to stay awake in order to do some things this morning. Nope. I didn't even see it sneaking up on me. I remember becoming really tired, then "bedtime" clicked into my mind. Without thinking, or worrying about what I wanted to do, or plans, or anything else, I up and got ready for bed. I don't think, at the point I went on auto-pilot on until I blanked into sleep, I thought about anything but going to bed. Some part of my body put psychic blinders on the 'doer' part of my mind. Kidnapped. Sleep was wonderful. No complaints. I don't like when I can't do what I had planned, but... there just wasn't a way. I'll figure something out. And, no, I wasn't able to mess with any cooking or baking last night. The cold that ripped through here recently might have had a part to roll in it, but the work I have been doing recently is another part of it.
I thought about writing about an event at the time, but decided not to do so. I will now. Have you ever been stalked? I, at least used to be, a hunter... of sorts. Sometimes the hunted, too. Not so much a hunter of game, mind you. I learned to turn on the blinkers and ears, keep the neck moving but in such a manner as to draw as little attention as possible, and to see what I wasn't looking at, sometimes what I wasn't looking for specifically, and using various means of keeping an eye on the what I was seeking in many and varied ways. Even now I am probably not the easiest of prey. Most hunters give off a psychic signature that makes all of their other efforts at masking useless, to another hunter. The best, and I would like to think myself, learned to mask that. But in masking it, a huge hole remains. Where a man should be standing, I will sense nothing with such men. And, yes, I see it. I see it, sometimes, while looking at myself in the mirror. Spooked me the first few times, until I understood. In any case, I can virtually smell a hunter.
Not so long ago, I was being hunted. She was a rank amateur. She wasn't hunting for the reasons I ever hunted, I don't think. She seemed... pleasant. I don't think it was romance, if there might have been a small, more innocent, nature of that, inciting more hunt than was intended. I can't know for sure. It was... different. A mother type, with young children, one of them still in diapers, and they were with her. Very strange doings these days. Oh, no offense, or great flattery, on my part. I don't know what it was about. Just odd. Perhaps the photos that are out are less flattering, and she wanted to make sure it was me before reporting to the anti-man sisterhood. Or maybe she liked something I wrote, or music writing mix. I get it a lot, usually in smaller doses. Something I am just trying to sort out in my mind. It seemed positive, often does. But no one ever approaches, just hunts a bit from their version of the shadows. Real life story peoples.
Today? I don't know. More crusts need to be made, for sure. A few more practice pies, perhaps. And I need to figure out how to get a quiche out earlier in the day. I woke at almost 10:00, which would be just enough time to put a pie in the oven and have it ready at the time I would like to send it out. But everything would have to be pretty much ready to go. The custard is easy to make in minutes, but anything cooked such as bacon would have to be done, any cheese or vegetables would have to be ready to go, and the crust would have to have been pre-baked. That I woke at 10:00 was an oddball thing. Gah! Trapped in a cycle loop, needing to be in a part of the cycle with which I have almost no definite access. I'm working on it.
Oh, and dreams, last night. The vagaries of life, war, love, God... it all... hmm... came into view. The music last night was a more fanciful, and only partial, version of what I saw in the dreams. So many things I see, and "know". I do have visions, dreams, and waking dreams. I do sense things in a very particular way. It's not always easy to translate, much as a child, or even mathematician or physicist, might have difficulty encapsulating the particular design of a snowflake. If what I see is even true, or even true for me, is another thing. Can't really tackle one until the other is fleshed out then checked for veracity itself. A story teller. No doubt.
But the stories, often, come from somewhere. Sometimes they go off track, sometimes they go too far, sometimes much of what is seen is not shown. Story telling is an art, not a science. More so when it comes from a pool of what is potentially a foreign truth to many. Yes, and sometimes I purposefully misguide. I need to spit something out but many have shown that they are not ready for all that I see. Some things damage nerves and upset applecarts. Not a problem, for me. I sleep well with what I do. I suggested, before, several times, that I am indeed a seer. Or believe that. But also that I am a seer for what it is I, or something else, am, and am here to do. I see what it, or I, know, have learned, have reasoned, and believe about things to come. That aspect, knowledge, and focus, is not necessarily for you. I only write here to kick it out of my head, or put it on paper and tinker with it until what I sensed makes a more perfect sense to the rest of the "story", but it is all more for me. You just get cheap comic book entertainments. Cheap? I mean free, save for the time you invest. I do bleed for you, you know.
And, yes... women were in some dreams. No sex, though these various women and notions of women, were vaguely sexually intriguing. It was more the softer side of women that was viewed. The promise but not act of sex. When all is arranged but the time is not right. Decisions have been made. A look at them in that soft dewy place when little else matters and the hope of love, at least for moments, is tended. Women are very different from men. Some women can live in this place, without taking another step and happily, somehow. I suppose some men go through this stage. I, for my part, have never known it. But I have seen it from the outside, as I did in my dream.
Beastly cold last night. I had to open my bedroom door. The precipitous drop in temps made my room, usually frigid as I like it, too cold for even me. Not so much the body, as the nasal passages. They are still blocked up from having tried to ignore having my room go from refrigerator to freezer. I think I woke early because the temp was all the up on 70. Too warm to sleep, even with only the partial backfill an open door from the stone part to the wood part of my house allows. I will be keeping the door open for a while, but turning the temp down to the low 60's. Need my cool to sleep.
Later.
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No, I imbibed nothing last evening. Well, water, coffee, milk? Some of that for sure. I was trying to stay awake in order to do some things this morning. Nope. I didn't even see it sneaking up on me. I remember becoming really tired, then "bedtime" clicked into my mind. Without thinking, or worrying about what I wanted to do, or plans, or anything else, I up and got ready for bed. I don't think, at the point I went on auto-pilot on until I blanked into sleep, I thought about anything but going to bed. Some part of my body put psychic blinders on the 'doer' part of my mind. Kidnapped. Sleep was wonderful. No complaints. I don't like when I can't do what I had planned, but... there just wasn't a way. I'll figure something out. And, no, I wasn't able to mess with any cooking or baking last night. The cold that ripped through here recently might have had a part to roll in it, but the work I have been doing recently is another part of it.
I thought about writing about an event at the time, but decided not to do so. I will now. Have you ever been stalked? I, at least used to be, a hunter... of sorts. Sometimes the hunted, too. Not so much a hunter of game, mind you. I learned to turn on the blinkers and ears, keep the neck moving but in such a manner as to draw as little attention as possible, and to see what I wasn't looking at, sometimes what I wasn't looking for specifically, and using various means of keeping an eye on the what I was seeking in many and varied ways. Even now I am probably not the easiest of prey. Most hunters give off a psychic signature that makes all of their other efforts at masking useless, to another hunter. The best, and I would like to think myself, learned to mask that. But in masking it, a huge hole remains. Where a man should be standing, I will sense nothing with such men. And, yes, I see it. I see it, sometimes, while looking at myself in the mirror. Spooked me the first few times, until I understood. In any case, I can virtually smell a hunter.
Not so long ago, I was being hunted. She was a rank amateur. She wasn't hunting for the reasons I ever hunted, I don't think. She seemed... pleasant. I don't think it was romance, if there might have been a small, more innocent, nature of that, inciting more hunt than was intended. I can't know for sure. It was... different. A mother type, with young children, one of them still in diapers, and they were with her. Very strange doings these days. Oh, no offense, or great flattery, on my part. I don't know what it was about. Just odd. Perhaps the photos that are out are less flattering, and she wanted to make sure it was me before reporting to the anti-man sisterhood. Or maybe she liked something I wrote, or music writing mix. I get it a lot, usually in smaller doses. Something I am just trying to sort out in my mind. It seemed positive, often does. But no one ever approaches, just hunts a bit from their version of the shadows. Real life story peoples.
Today? I don't know. More crusts need to be made, for sure. A few more practice pies, perhaps. And I need to figure out how to get a quiche out earlier in the day. I woke at almost 10:00, which would be just enough time to put a pie in the oven and have it ready at the time I would like to send it out. But everything would have to be pretty much ready to go. The custard is easy to make in minutes, but anything cooked such as bacon would have to be done, any cheese or vegetables would have to be ready to go, and the crust would have to have been pre-baked. That I woke at 10:00 was an oddball thing. Gah! Trapped in a cycle loop, needing to be in a part of the cycle with which I have almost no definite access. I'm working on it.
Oh, and dreams, last night. The vagaries of life, war, love, God... it all... hmm... came into view. The music last night was a more fanciful, and only partial, version of what I saw in the dreams. So many things I see, and "know". I do have visions, dreams, and waking dreams. I do sense things in a very particular way. It's not always easy to translate, much as a child, or even mathematician or physicist, might have difficulty encapsulating the particular design of a snowflake. If what I see is even true, or even true for me, is another thing. Can't really tackle one until the other is fleshed out then checked for veracity itself. A story teller. No doubt.
But the stories, often, come from somewhere. Sometimes they go off track, sometimes they go too far, sometimes much of what is seen is not shown. Story telling is an art, not a science. More so when it comes from a pool of what is potentially a foreign truth to many. Yes, and sometimes I purposefully misguide. I need to spit something out but many have shown that they are not ready for all that I see. Some things damage nerves and upset applecarts. Not a problem, for me. I sleep well with what I do. I suggested, before, several times, that I am indeed a seer. Or believe that. But also that I am a seer for what it is I, or something else, am, and am here to do. I see what it, or I, know, have learned, have reasoned, and believe about things to come. That aspect, knowledge, and focus, is not necessarily for you. I only write here to kick it out of my head, or put it on paper and tinker with it until what I sensed makes a more perfect sense to the rest of the "story", but it is all more for me. You just get cheap comic book entertainments. Cheap? I mean free, save for the time you invest. I do bleed for you, you know.
And, yes... women were in some dreams. No sex, though these various women and notions of women, were vaguely sexually intriguing. It was more the softer side of women that was viewed. The promise but not act of sex. When all is arranged but the time is not right. Decisions have been made. A look at them in that soft dewy place when little else matters and the hope of love, at least for moments, is tended. Women are very different from men. Some women can live in this place, without taking another step and happily, somehow. I suppose some men go through this stage. I, for my part, have never known it. But I have seen it from the outside, as I did in my dream.
Beastly cold last night. I had to open my bedroom door. The precipitous drop in temps made my room, usually frigid as I like it, too cold for even me. Not so much the body, as the nasal passages. They are still blocked up from having tried to ignore having my room go from refrigerator to freezer. I think I woke early because the temp was all the up on 70. Too warm to sleep, even with only the partial backfill an open door from the stone part to the wood part of my house allows. I will be keeping the door open for a while, but turning the temp down to the low 60's. Need my cool to sleep.
Later.
New Years thoughts and concerns.
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Once it was thought that when, or if, some things were to happen was the way of things. As time seems to have happened, I realized it isn't a matter of if or when, simply when. It has clarified, if not perfectly. Yeah, it is a bit more clear. The stars will align.
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Once it was thought that when, or if, some things were to happen was the way of things. As time seems to have happened, I realized it isn't a matter of if or when, simply when. It has clarified, if not perfectly. Yeah, it is a bit more clear. The stars will align.
Pretty much as hoped.
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Sure, there was a plan as well. But plans often aren't fulfilled. This was a hope described as a plan. Dishes, the kitchen, a shower, and a trip to town. Not bad. My friend had already eaten but I ate. He got out of the house, which if not super beats staying in. It was a might crisp out there. Even for me. It reminded me of Iowa. The difference is that Iowa is like that during the day, all day, then gets cold at night. Iowa also has wind, lots of it. While chilly, this is as good as Iowa seemed to get between October 31st and April, sometimes May. I liked it, mostly. I've become a bit soft living out here. A pleasant memory in any case.
I plan on making another quiche yet tonight, then one for someone's lunch tomorrow. I think I can prebake both crusts tonight. Fresh mushrooms, a block of feta, and vine ripened tomatoes that smelled right. I sniffed a number of tomatoes and groups of tomatoes before I found one group that smelled alive. I don't know if they will be all that tasty, time will tell. I am thinking cheddar, feta, bacon, olives, and tomatoes for the one to be gifted. I might even have enough ingredients to do a trial run.
I may need a nap in there. I don't know if I can get one though. If I can't sleep at the right time, I'll have to stay up or I will miss the target. Yeah, this could mess up my sleep cycle, but it's not exactly on target anyway, so I don't care. Hmm, I might call that a Greek quiche? Yeah, the olives are the Mediterranean type. Feta and tomato, only one of which is truly Greek, seem to bring the notion to mind as well. Eggs? Pie pastry? I don't know Greek food well enough to be sure. Hmm, I could add spinach as well.
Oh, I did find frozen cherries, no sugar added, for a pie. I will have to make more pie dough, though, for that. Yes, yes, a bit of cooking. But it's entertaining for the moment. Yes, I am taking snappies, which I will eventually render and deposit for perusal. Perhaps over the weekend. No real photographic 'how too', just some of the results, perhaps various stages of the setup and work. We'll see. Hmm, I also bought frozen pizza. I had a small dinner, and thought that would be good. I was already hungry by the time I got home, so... Later.
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Sure, there was a plan as well. But plans often aren't fulfilled. This was a hope described as a plan. Dishes, the kitchen, a shower, and a trip to town. Not bad. My friend had already eaten but I ate. He got out of the house, which if not super beats staying in. It was a might crisp out there. Even for me. It reminded me of Iowa. The difference is that Iowa is like that during the day, all day, then gets cold at night. Iowa also has wind, lots of it. While chilly, this is as good as Iowa seemed to get between October 31st and April, sometimes May. I liked it, mostly. I've become a bit soft living out here. A pleasant memory in any case.
I plan on making another quiche yet tonight, then one for someone's lunch tomorrow. I think I can prebake both crusts tonight. Fresh mushrooms, a block of feta, and vine ripened tomatoes that smelled right. I sniffed a number of tomatoes and groups of tomatoes before I found one group that smelled alive. I don't know if they will be all that tasty, time will tell. I am thinking cheddar, feta, bacon, olives, and tomatoes for the one to be gifted. I might even have enough ingredients to do a trial run.
I may need a nap in there. I don't know if I can get one though. If I can't sleep at the right time, I'll have to stay up or I will miss the target. Yeah, this could mess up my sleep cycle, but it's not exactly on target anyway, so I don't care. Hmm, I might call that a Greek quiche? Yeah, the olives are the Mediterranean type. Feta and tomato, only one of which is truly Greek, seem to bring the notion to mind as well. Eggs? Pie pastry? I don't know Greek food well enough to be sure. Hmm, I could add spinach as well.
Oh, I did find frozen cherries, no sugar added, for a pie. I will have to make more pie dough, though, for that. Yes, yes, a bit of cooking. But it's entertaining for the moment. Yes, I am taking snappies, which I will eventually render and deposit for perusal. Perhaps over the weekend. No real photographic 'how too', just some of the results, perhaps various stages of the setup and work. We'll see. Hmm, I also bought frozen pizza. I had a small dinner, and thought that would be good. I was already hungry by the time I got home, so... Later.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Surprised.
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I didn't think it was going to happen. Just doing the dishes, my way, takes a lot of time. Toss in cleaning the kitchen and, as late as it was before I could get to anything, I was sure it wouldn't be finished until tomorrow. As it turns out, I have it done. There might even be time to squeeze in a shower and get to town. I won't promise that will happen, but it might. Just grocery shopping and maybe grabbing a bite to eat, seeing if my friend wants to go along. Yes, doing better after that little vacation.
I don't think the microwave works well at warming quiche. I think the oven is what will be required. Which is sort of a pain. But the microwave destroys it. Perhaps on a lower setting. I don't use the microwave for much, and just prefer it for speed. Tinkering with it just doesn't sound fun. Besides, I honestly don't trust the devices. Perfectly safe, they suggest, while hiding all the caveats. How long do the built in protections last on those machines? Does anybody know? Well, and they are sort of an ugly modernism. So, oven it will have to be. I really don't care too much for cold anything, not even pizza. Cold fried chicken, if it didn't dry out... there is that.
Well... I may go ahead and try to push my way into town. I am hungry for something different, perhaps pizza from one of the better joints. Who knows though. Later.
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I didn't think it was going to happen. Just doing the dishes, my way, takes a lot of time. Toss in cleaning the kitchen and, as late as it was before I could get to anything, I was sure it wouldn't be finished until tomorrow. As it turns out, I have it done. There might even be time to squeeze in a shower and get to town. I won't promise that will happen, but it might. Just grocery shopping and maybe grabbing a bite to eat, seeing if my friend wants to go along. Yes, doing better after that little vacation.
I don't think the microwave works well at warming quiche. I think the oven is what will be required. Which is sort of a pain. But the microwave destroys it. Perhaps on a lower setting. I don't use the microwave for much, and just prefer it for speed. Tinkering with it just doesn't sound fun. Besides, I honestly don't trust the devices. Perfectly safe, they suggest, while hiding all the caveats. How long do the built in protections last on those machines? Does anybody know? Well, and they are sort of an ugly modernism. So, oven it will have to be. I really don't care too much for cold anything, not even pizza. Cold fried chicken, if it didn't dry out... there is that.
Well... I may go ahead and try to push my way into town. I am hungry for something different, perhaps pizza from one of the better joints. Who knows though. Later.
As it stands.
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My days are a bit tilted. Waking shortly after 13:00 has become the usual. It seems to be stabilizing at that point. Which means, if I wish to attempt to get back to full days, I will have to push. I have a few things to do, so that might not be happening right now. I may need to push, for a very temporary goal, but not for keeps, not quite yet. I have a few things I am wanting to do first.
The kitchen needs cleaned, along with a bunch of dishes. Then, if I can, a trip to town. Groceries, mostly. Some of the ongoing culinary experiments, some for standard perishables. I would like to consider regular pie. Apple would be preferred, but it may be a bit before I get into that much work. Peeling, slicing, making sure I have the right spices... it's too much with what else I already have going. Maybe next month. However, I could buy frozen cherries. That is, of course, assuming I can kick out cleaning the kitchen, doing the dishes, taking a shower, and still have the energy to make a store run. Plus, if I make it to town, I'll get my friend out if he wants to go to dinner, or just go along for the ride.
The first watch showed up today. I don't always like watches, but this one seems okay. It doesn't have a long life, though having a small collection of watches might extend their lives. As well, finally, a flashlight I am hoping can be trusted. Sure, they make good, bright, flashlights these days. Many of them seem to have serious flaws and short lives. I liked the little flashlight I purchased about a year ago, but it has already died. This one is quite a bit bigger, if it is still considered small for the light it can put out. Who knows if it will last. As with watches, I have decided to purchase a small selection of flashlights. I use those things. They help in my day to day, and allow me to live a little more... quietly and surely. It may not make sense to others, but my life tactics exist for a reason. Few soldiers, warriors, or fighters, have ever been so... enclosed, and alone, in their... ways. What I do, and how I do it, is all for very specific reasons. Even my tastes are influenced by my nature, experience, and sensibilities. Since I can't, currently, afford what is more absolute, I will use backups and multiples. I am looking for better, but that takes time, money, and experience in areas that all seem brand new or fallen.
Hmm... well... I suppose I should hit the kitchen, spot wash then reset the soapy soak in the dishes, then finish another episode while I rest before a rinse, a shower, and possibly a run to town. Good day.
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My days are a bit tilted. Waking shortly after 13:00 has become the usual. It seems to be stabilizing at that point. Which means, if I wish to attempt to get back to full days, I will have to push. I have a few things to do, so that might not be happening right now. I may need to push, for a very temporary goal, but not for keeps, not quite yet. I have a few things I am wanting to do first.
The kitchen needs cleaned, along with a bunch of dishes. Then, if I can, a trip to town. Groceries, mostly. Some of the ongoing culinary experiments, some for standard perishables. I would like to consider regular pie. Apple would be preferred, but it may be a bit before I get into that much work. Peeling, slicing, making sure I have the right spices... it's too much with what else I already have going. Maybe next month. However, I could buy frozen cherries. That is, of course, assuming I can kick out cleaning the kitchen, doing the dishes, taking a shower, and still have the energy to make a store run. Plus, if I make it to town, I'll get my friend out if he wants to go to dinner, or just go along for the ride.
The first watch showed up today. I don't always like watches, but this one seems okay. It doesn't have a long life, though having a small collection of watches might extend their lives. As well, finally, a flashlight I am hoping can be trusted. Sure, they make good, bright, flashlights these days. Many of them seem to have serious flaws and short lives. I liked the little flashlight I purchased about a year ago, but it has already died. This one is quite a bit bigger, if it is still considered small for the light it can put out. Who knows if it will last. As with watches, I have decided to purchase a small selection of flashlights. I use those things. They help in my day to day, and allow me to live a little more... quietly and surely. It may not make sense to others, but my life tactics exist for a reason. Few soldiers, warriors, or fighters, have ever been so... enclosed, and alone, in their... ways. What I do, and how I do it, is all for very specific reasons. Even my tastes are influenced by my nature, experience, and sensibilities. Since I can't, currently, afford what is more absolute, I will use backups and multiples. I am looking for better, but that takes time, money, and experience in areas that all seem brand new or fallen.
Hmm... well... I suppose I should hit the kitchen, spot wash then reset the soapy soak in the dishes, then finish another episode while I rest before a rinse, a shower, and possibly a run to town. Good day.
Quiche.
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I kicked out three crusts before my food processor seemed to be overheating. I let those refrigerate for the four hours. I shredded cheese, fried bacon then diced it when it was cool, and pretty much had everything ready. After the four hours I went ahead and rolled one of the crusts out. Partially baking it, while mixing the custard. When it was mostly finished, I set it to cool just a bit, then added some of the shredded cheese and bacon bits, then let it all cool a while longer. Finally I put it all together and baked it. It took a bit longer than the recipe I had suggested, by at least fifteen minutes. Higher elevation, dryer climate, or some other thing. Probably a bit of everything. It was good.
This one was made with cheddar, bacon, goat cheese, and spinach. I had a couple of pieces while it was still warm. The crust was very good. The quiche was fine. To be honest, I don't think I care all that much for quiche. It wasn't a terrible thing. And it was fun to make. It just... probably is something I would only make upon request, if I had someone to request it. I am still going to make several more practice, then several more for giving to others. Besides, I need the practice with the camera. I may take a picture of the egg-goo-pie. Really? The quality is what I would expect in a good restaurant. So, yes, I am pleased.
On the other side of things, I am so pleased with the crust, I will be making more of that, for other things. Regular old pie, mostly, from time to time. Pumpkin, cherry, apple. But too, I think I may experiment with making my own hot pockets, and freezing them. Chicken or beef, perhaps mushroom. The crust was as good as I have ever done. Now to toy with that, if more into my areas. Eggs just aren't my favorites. Then again, perhaps I could experiment with herbs and spices, trying to find my preferred flavor profiles. Then again, for a while now, nothing has tasted really good. Might just be a phase. I'll try it when I wake. Though I have heard that some thing cooled quiche is awful.
I have enough cheese grated for several more runs. Bacon is cooked as well. The ham I have is ready, it simply needs to be diced. I made a lot of dirty dishes, bowls, spoons, and such. And I will need to clean the kitchen. But probably not tonight. A task for tomorrow. I also need to get to the store tomorrow. I think mushrooms would be fantastic in there, but they like the bacon need to be cooked first. All good. Good night.
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I kicked out three crusts before my food processor seemed to be overheating. I let those refrigerate for the four hours. I shredded cheese, fried bacon then diced it when it was cool, and pretty much had everything ready. After the four hours I went ahead and rolled one of the crusts out. Partially baking it, while mixing the custard. When it was mostly finished, I set it to cool just a bit, then added some of the shredded cheese and bacon bits, then let it all cool a while longer. Finally I put it all together and baked it. It took a bit longer than the recipe I had suggested, by at least fifteen minutes. Higher elevation, dryer climate, or some other thing. Probably a bit of everything. It was good.
This one was made with cheddar, bacon, goat cheese, and spinach. I had a couple of pieces while it was still warm. The crust was very good. The quiche was fine. To be honest, I don't think I care all that much for quiche. It wasn't a terrible thing. And it was fun to make. It just... probably is something I would only make upon request, if I had someone to request it. I am still going to make several more practice, then several more for giving to others. Besides, I need the practice with the camera. I may take a picture of the egg-goo-pie. Really? The quality is what I would expect in a good restaurant. So, yes, I am pleased.
On the other side of things, I am so pleased with the crust, I will be making more of that, for other things. Regular old pie, mostly, from time to time. Pumpkin, cherry, apple. But too, I think I may experiment with making my own hot pockets, and freezing them. Chicken or beef, perhaps mushroom. The crust was as good as I have ever done. Now to toy with that, if more into my areas. Eggs just aren't my favorites. Then again, perhaps I could experiment with herbs and spices, trying to find my preferred flavor profiles. Then again, for a while now, nothing has tasted really good. Might just be a phase. I'll try it when I wake. Though I have heard that some thing cooled quiche is awful.
I have enough cheese grated for several more runs. Bacon is cooked as well. The ham I have is ready, it simply needs to be diced. I made a lot of dirty dishes, bowls, spoons, and such. And I will need to clean the kitchen. But probably not tonight. A task for tomorrow. I also need to get to the store tomorrow. I think mushrooms would be fantastic in there, but they like the bacon need to be cooked first. All good. Good night.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Pie crusts, finally.
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I finished my first. It is wrapped and refrigerated. I will probably make five more. Dinner will be arriving shortly, so I'll stop for the moment. I have a pretty good system down. The crusts need to refrigerate for at least four hours. Which will make it just about perfect for a late dinner or breakfast. I'll at least taste my first ones. If they seem to do well, I will be able to simple hand out some whole ones. I'll use any questionable ingredients for my own, probably waiting until I can get out before making one for other folk. So... Thursday, right? Yes. One for lunch for some folk, and a couple for a dinner. If I make a practice one or two I really like, I can keep them around for... a while, for myself.
Oh, right, some pictures. I'm glad the dinner bell rang. I had forgotten to set up the camera. In the middle of things, it's a bit too messy. But having to clean up for company means I can set up the camera before getting back to it. My first will be bacon, spinach, and chevre (fresh goat cheese), perhaps with asiago or cheddar as well. Hmm... I ought to check for onion as well. I like it pretty straight, but for others I can saute onion, if I have it, before adding it to the mix. See, recipes are great. They are like learning to ride a bike with training wheels. I am advanced enough that I can just get on a new bike, taking it a bit easy. There are always things to take into consideration. For example, if I put the onions in raw, they will most like produce moisture. So... I'll cut back on the cream just a bit. The bacon could add fats, but I'll fry it first, then drain it on paper towels, let cool, and dice. Never mind. Sounds good to me.
After this, I might have to make a few real pies. Finding fresh fruit is difficult. Apples always work, and store bought, for those, is good enough. A mix, grannys, and two or three other types, plus the usual spices. I don't, as a rule, add other stuff, such as gelatin. I like it either way, but was trained the one way and switched to the other way as a favor. Now, just fruit. Hmm... cherry pie would be good. Fresh would be best, but frozen might do just fine. Hey, it's something to do. And I know a few people who wouldn't mind a winter treat or three. It's something I can do. Plus, it's pulling me in toward using my camera. It's mixing and matching hobbies. Later.
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I finished my first. It is wrapped and refrigerated. I will probably make five more. Dinner will be arriving shortly, so I'll stop for the moment. I have a pretty good system down. The crusts need to refrigerate for at least four hours. Which will make it just about perfect for a late dinner or breakfast. I'll at least taste my first ones. If they seem to do well, I will be able to simple hand out some whole ones. I'll use any questionable ingredients for my own, probably waiting until I can get out before making one for other folk. So... Thursday, right? Yes. One for lunch for some folk, and a couple for a dinner. If I make a practice one or two I really like, I can keep them around for... a while, for myself.
Oh, right, some pictures. I'm glad the dinner bell rang. I had forgotten to set up the camera. In the middle of things, it's a bit too messy. But having to clean up for company means I can set up the camera before getting back to it. My first will be bacon, spinach, and chevre (fresh goat cheese), perhaps with asiago or cheddar as well. Hmm... I ought to check for onion as well. I like it pretty straight, but for others I can saute onion, if I have it, before adding it to the mix. See, recipes are great. They are like learning to ride a bike with training wheels. I am advanced enough that I can just get on a new bike, taking it a bit easy. There are always things to take into consideration. For example, if I put the onions in raw, they will most like produce moisture. So... I'll cut back on the cream just a bit. The bacon could add fats, but I'll fry it first, then drain it on paper towels, let cool, and dice. Never mind. Sounds good to me.
After this, I might have to make a few real pies. Finding fresh fruit is difficult. Apples always work, and store bought, for those, is good enough. A mix, grannys, and two or three other types, plus the usual spices. I don't, as a rule, add other stuff, such as gelatin. I like it either way, but was trained the one way and switched to the other way as a favor. Now, just fruit. Hmm... cherry pie would be good. Fresh would be best, but frozen might do just fine. Hey, it's something to do. And I know a few people who wouldn't mind a winter treat or three. It's something I can do. Plus, it's pulling me in toward using my camera. It's mixing and matching hobbies. Later.
Late shift.
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It seems day and night are on the turntable again. I actually made it to bed before midnight last night. I simply could not sleep. So... French toast! It sounded good, and it was. I didn't do a great job with it, but not bad either. I was awake until 4:00 this morning... at least. Not a problem. I know these things will happen. I also know, almost exclusively, there is only one way back to days... the long way. As stable as I am, even through that little down time, it will be a while. I have some things I want to do. If I can't quite gear up for those, though, I'll begin pushing days and nights back around. But if I can get back to work, I will work until I can't, then begin pushing. I hate to waste good potential on shifting sleep. When I am forcing the issue, it is about all I can do.
Today? Yeah, I think I'll definitely make the crusts. If I do that, pack them up and get them in the refrigerator, and then clean up, I will then take stock of my fixings. Some of it will still be good, some of it not so much. If all that goes forward, and there is still time to make it to the real store (not Walmart), I might even get in yet tonight and get fresh fixings along with a few other items. Plus it would be good to get out. And, should I make it out, I may call my friend. Today or tomorrow, I am almost sure of it.
I am tired of floating through time and space. I haven't had a wrist watch for a while now. My last one died. I am, actually, hoping to save up for a... very fine watch. Not today. It won't be a Rolex Submariner, mind you. I had one, a gift from a wealthy heiress. She... got what she wanted, and we enjoyed our time together. I had to sell it when I first became ill. I did love that watch. Still, it is a kissing cousin to that watch, the one I have my eye on. Not as a luxury item, more as a store of wealth and as a timepiece that will last. For now, I've got several watches of much lesser price, in the works. I'll be purchasing clear nail polish for the cases this time. I was having trouble with the metal on the case, against my wrist. Several watches, so I can change them from time to time. They won't last probably a full year, definitely not two. I'm a watch killer. Though perhaps with several, I won't kill them as quickly. I need a stopgap solution, and this is that.
Well... On to my day. An hour or two to wake, then on to pie crusts. I'll see what I can do after that. Ciao and blessings.
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It seems day and night are on the turntable again. I actually made it to bed before midnight last night. I simply could not sleep. So... French toast! It sounded good, and it was. I didn't do a great job with it, but not bad either. I was awake until 4:00 this morning... at least. Not a problem. I know these things will happen. I also know, almost exclusively, there is only one way back to days... the long way. As stable as I am, even through that little down time, it will be a while. I have some things I want to do. If I can't quite gear up for those, though, I'll begin pushing days and nights back around. But if I can get back to work, I will work until I can't, then begin pushing. I hate to waste good potential on shifting sleep. When I am forcing the issue, it is about all I can do.
Today? Yeah, I think I'll definitely make the crusts. If I do that, pack them up and get them in the refrigerator, and then clean up, I will then take stock of my fixings. Some of it will still be good, some of it not so much. If all that goes forward, and there is still time to make it to the real store (not Walmart), I might even get in yet tonight and get fresh fixings along with a few other items. Plus it would be good to get out. And, should I make it out, I may call my friend. Today or tomorrow, I am almost sure of it.
I am tired of floating through time and space. I haven't had a wrist watch for a while now. My last one died. I am, actually, hoping to save up for a... very fine watch. Not today. It won't be a Rolex Submariner, mind you. I had one, a gift from a wealthy heiress. She... got what she wanted, and we enjoyed our time together. I had to sell it when I first became ill. I did love that watch. Still, it is a kissing cousin to that watch, the one I have my eye on. Not as a luxury item, more as a store of wealth and as a timepiece that will last. For now, I've got several watches of much lesser price, in the works. I'll be purchasing clear nail polish for the cases this time. I was having trouble with the metal on the case, against my wrist. Several watches, so I can change them from time to time. They won't last probably a full year, definitely not two. I'm a watch killer. Though perhaps with several, I won't kill them as quickly. I need a stopgap solution, and this is that.
Well... On to my day. An hour or two to wake, then on to pie crusts. I'll see what I can do after that. Ciao and blessings.
Monday, December 29, 2014
All in all, a bargain.
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I can't recall, exactly. I believe it was nearly 6:00 when I went to bed, or was it after 7:00? I was rather weary. I didn't bother setting the alarm. On days where I chase the clock. as a hounds chases the artificial rabbit on the track, I can't know if I will need a normal sleep, if it will run short, or if I will need twelve, fourteen, or in not so distant memory, even three days of sleep. Usually, with the last, that was after a week awake, or more. Still, there is no certainty, more so when I push. A short sleep, as it turned out. I was up at about 13:00.
Sleep was sound, good, wonderful actually. No dreams, no sore throat from snoring that sometimes happen when I push. Then again, yesterday wasn't a push. It was a natural flow, it seems. I even let the girls sleep in with me. They may have helped me wake early. Not so much by fussing, more by their presence as I woke, somehow. Since they were kindly about letting me sleep in, I fed them right away. That would, when I wake at 8:00 or so (my usual time), be their normal lunchtime... actually that would be a late lunch.
After feeding them, I went on to make myself breakfast. Hashed browns, eggs, and mushrooms. I thought about doing an omelet, but that would have required grating cheese, and I just wasn't quite in that mood yet. I note that everything is cleared, cleaned, and set up for making pie crusts. But that probably won't happen for a while. Whatever else is going on, I don't seem to be able to begin working until later in my wake cycle. I would love to start earlier, like right now. I just, simply, honestly, can't.
Yeah, I've been going through something. Paranoid, perhaps. Or... I just pick up on the hubbub of the typical Christmas season. Oh, I know. It is a season of great hope. It is also a time where people, families, friends, are all pressed together, with nothing such as work or school to distract them. Old rubs, various grudges, unrequited passions, and all sorts of wounds and joys mix and at a time when people are in close proximity. There is bound to be... emotional disturbances in the force, for both good and ill. Like the Christmas meal, while delicious, it can be a bit much. Even mostly cloistered ogres feel that emotional overflow. More so those who are somewhat sensitive in a non-gentile way. All good, I hope. A time for many things, with a focus on the better things when possible. Just enjoy the stories as just that. It's how my mind deals with impediments, considerations, guilts, even joys and other such pleasantries. Odd but true.
I may have to take more photos. I forgot to add one set of items in the set. Yeah, I know. But I was motating on the dying embers of adrenalin. More practice, in either case, is just fine. I also need to go back to the store, after I make the crusts. The cheeses will be fine, purchased in blocks and unsealed. But the vegetables and herbs might... need to be refreshed. I'll use the old for little bites here and there. I just don't want to send stuff that is too old out the door. Fresh, fresh, fresh, or I'll be hunted!
Later.
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I can't recall, exactly. I believe it was nearly 6:00 when I went to bed, or was it after 7:00? I was rather weary. I didn't bother setting the alarm. On days where I chase the clock. as a hounds chases the artificial rabbit on the track, I can't know if I will need a normal sleep, if it will run short, or if I will need twelve, fourteen, or in not so distant memory, even three days of sleep. Usually, with the last, that was after a week awake, or more. Still, there is no certainty, more so when I push. A short sleep, as it turned out. I was up at about 13:00.
Sleep was sound, good, wonderful actually. No dreams, no sore throat from snoring that sometimes happen when I push. Then again, yesterday wasn't a push. It was a natural flow, it seems. I even let the girls sleep in with me. They may have helped me wake early. Not so much by fussing, more by their presence as I woke, somehow. Since they were kindly about letting me sleep in, I fed them right away. That would, when I wake at 8:00 or so (my usual time), be their normal lunchtime... actually that would be a late lunch.
After feeding them, I went on to make myself breakfast. Hashed browns, eggs, and mushrooms. I thought about doing an omelet, but that would have required grating cheese, and I just wasn't quite in that mood yet. I note that everything is cleared, cleaned, and set up for making pie crusts. But that probably won't happen for a while. Whatever else is going on, I don't seem to be able to begin working until later in my wake cycle. I would love to start earlier, like right now. I just, simply, honestly, can't.
Yeah, I've been going through something. Paranoid, perhaps. Or... I just pick up on the hubbub of the typical Christmas season. Oh, I know. It is a season of great hope. It is also a time where people, families, friends, are all pressed together, with nothing such as work or school to distract them. Old rubs, various grudges, unrequited passions, and all sorts of wounds and joys mix and at a time when people are in close proximity. There is bound to be... emotional disturbances in the force, for both good and ill. Like the Christmas meal, while delicious, it can be a bit much. Even mostly cloistered ogres feel that emotional overflow. More so those who are somewhat sensitive in a non-gentile way. All good, I hope. A time for many things, with a focus on the better things when possible. Just enjoy the stories as just that. It's how my mind deals with impediments, considerations, guilts, even joys and other such pleasantries. Odd but true.
I may have to take more photos. I forgot to add one set of items in the set. Yeah, I know. But I was motating on the dying embers of adrenalin. More practice, in either case, is just fine. I also need to go back to the store, after I make the crusts. The cheeses will be fine, purchased in blocks and unsealed. But the vegetables and herbs might... need to be refreshed. I'll use the old for little bites here and there. I just don't want to send stuff that is too old out the door. Fresh, fresh, fresh, or I'll be hunted!
Later.
More done than anticipated.
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Once I get going, I can't seem to stop. At least it is turning out to be productive, rather than just... time awake instead of asleep.
The dishes were finished, dried, and put away. I went on to clean countertops, most of them, and the kitchen table after some minor clearing of space. The stovetop was cleaned, as well as the cast iron pan griddle. Then I set everything up for making pie crust, minus the ice and water. Then I finally put the screen shields, doing about as well as my fumbling fingers could do for a first shot at that. I hate doing that, by the way. Then I set up the tripod, and the camera on it, and took a few pictures. Oh, nothing people haven't seen before. It is more for the practice of taking pictures, manipulating them just a bit, then importing them.
I'm on a break again, hoping I can ease down into sleep before long. If not, I may yet get to making the crusts. Quite a day. While satisfying, insomnia is starting to creep in. My body is in go mode, and part of my mind. One part of my mind just wants sleep. A good long healthy dose of rest. A well deserved rest, all things considered. I suppose my conscience is trying to make up for down time. If it doesn't stop, it may create more down time.
Actually, if I am still up in a bit, I may just try to process the photos. I don't think, from the preview, that much will need to be done to them. Maybe a touch of color correction, or framing, cropping, and alignment. I don't have enough experience to be sure, from the screen, though. Fluorescent lighting was used, so there may be some issues there. Truly becoming a master with the device will take some work. I'll not make it, but it is something to tinker with from time to time.
Hmm... sleep may be nearing. Yes, I think this is good night.
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Once I get going, I can't seem to stop. At least it is turning out to be productive, rather than just... time awake instead of asleep.
The dishes were finished, dried, and put away. I went on to clean countertops, most of them, and the kitchen table after some minor clearing of space. The stovetop was cleaned, as well as the cast iron pan griddle. Then I set everything up for making pie crust, minus the ice and water. Then I finally put the screen shields, doing about as well as my fumbling fingers could do for a first shot at that. I hate doing that, by the way. Then I set up the tripod, and the camera on it, and took a few pictures. Oh, nothing people haven't seen before. It is more for the practice of taking pictures, manipulating them just a bit, then importing them.
I'm on a break again, hoping I can ease down into sleep before long. If not, I may yet get to making the crusts. Quite a day. While satisfying, insomnia is starting to creep in. My body is in go mode, and part of my mind. One part of my mind just wants sleep. A good long healthy dose of rest. A well deserved rest, all things considered. I suppose my conscience is trying to make up for down time. If it doesn't stop, it may create more down time.
Actually, if I am still up in a bit, I may just try to process the photos. I don't think, from the preview, that much will need to be done to them. Maybe a touch of color correction, or framing, cropping, and alignment. I don't have enough experience to be sure, from the screen, though. Fluorescent lighting was used, so there may be some issues there. Truly becoming a master with the device will take some work. I'll not make it, but it is something to tinker with from time to time.
Hmm... sleep may be nearing. Yes, I think this is good night.
Won't sleep soon.
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Trying to say something without saying too much. A trick for some, impossible for others. I do feel cornered, a bit. I am just as comfortable in a corner as not, more so than other places. I can see what is coming and nothing can get behind me. Plus, I do have reach, of various sorts. Still... I have invoked anger, not mine, or in me. I think there was an attempt to incite it, or see how I would react. Difficult to discuss at the moment. No, it really didn't bother me. Some of my responses have stirred a hornets nest though. Well, it wasn't meant as turnabout, but that is fair enough. I won't be cornered, either. Chalk won't do it, or words, or will. Just know. However, trying to put things just so, in words, is a bit of a trick. More so for those who don't understand some things.
Yes, things on my mind. But that isn't why I can't sleep. It seems, when I hit on work, the engine started. And the engine isn't going to quit until it runs out of energy. I'll keep doing minor tasks until it does. A minor task, then some music, or sudoku, or a bit of news or other reading, then another task. I need to try to run the engine dry without somehow filling the tank. Dishes next, then a break, then clearing the kitchen table and another break. If I am still going, I might yet get to pie crusts, and perhaps some photography. No, I don't do selfies. Not directly, not indirectly. Giants don't look good on film, of any sort. Hmm... I actually have two different tripods. A tabletop, and a full standing one. That should make the task easier. I also purchased a remote for the camera, which I can place in my pocket, so that I can take snappies without gooing anything electronic. Goo and electronics are a terrible mix.
Ah well. Later.
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Trying to say something without saying too much. A trick for some, impossible for others. I do feel cornered, a bit. I am just as comfortable in a corner as not, more so than other places. I can see what is coming and nothing can get behind me. Plus, I do have reach, of various sorts. Still... I have invoked anger, not mine, or in me. I think there was an attempt to incite it, or see how I would react. Difficult to discuss at the moment. No, it really didn't bother me. Some of my responses have stirred a hornets nest though. Well, it wasn't meant as turnabout, but that is fair enough. I won't be cornered, either. Chalk won't do it, or words, or will. Just know. However, trying to put things just so, in words, is a bit of a trick. More so for those who don't understand some things.
Yes, things on my mind. But that isn't why I can't sleep. It seems, when I hit on work, the engine started. And the engine isn't going to quit until it runs out of energy. I'll keep doing minor tasks until it does. A minor task, then some music, or sudoku, or a bit of news or other reading, then another task. I need to try to run the engine dry without somehow filling the tank. Dishes next, then a break, then clearing the kitchen table and another break. If I am still going, I might yet get to pie crusts, and perhaps some photography. No, I don't do selfies. Not directly, not indirectly. Giants don't look good on film, of any sort. Hmm... I actually have two different tripods. A tabletop, and a full standing one. That should make the task easier. I also purchased a remote for the camera, which I can place in my pocket, so that I can take snappies without gooing anything electronic. Goo and electronics are a terrible mix.
Ah well. Later.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Oh well.
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Dishes are about ready for a rinse soak, just waiting for the wash water to drain down. It wasn't just clearing the kitchen that was needed for baking. I also needed to wash the new roller and baking beads. Never use something for cooking until you have washed it, well. I did break down what of the boxes I wanted out, and took them out. I even finally got a shower taken.
As to making crusts, taking pictures, and any thing else I might have suggested, no chance. I am done. I might finish dishes before going to bed, but that will be about it. I'm not tired, or sore. Not that what I did was a lot, but it's the most I have done for more than a weak. The body, sometimes, really gripes when bringing it back on line and having it do a bunch of bending, lifting, sweeping, and all. It usually tires quickly and aches from using parts that don't otherwise get used. Tomorrow will be the true test, though I think I will be fine.
If all goes well, I should get to making pie crusts tomorrow. I will make all of them at once, then put them up. I would guess, if well wrapped, then sealed in an airtight bag, they should last a week if need be. They will need to refrigerate for a while though, four hours to overnight. If I do that, then clean up after, I might make a quiche or two tomorrow. Just practice, unless they turn out really well. If not, I could fry some of the bacon, ham, and mushrooms, and store those for Tuesday. Perhaps grate some cheese. I didn't think the smaller bowls that came with the set would be useful, but I think they will be the perfect size for holding cheese for a single quiche.
Nice. It's been a good day. The waft of anger I felt isn't a bother. I just felt that some 'splainin' might do some good. If nothing else, I dumped it from my head. Sorted it, and have it neatly stacked with the rest of what I sometimes receive. That's how Doom "do". All good. Ah, back to filling the rinse, a bit of rest, maybe finishing those off, then to bed. Good night.
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Dishes are about ready for a rinse soak, just waiting for the wash water to drain down. It wasn't just clearing the kitchen that was needed for baking. I also needed to wash the new roller and baking beads. Never use something for cooking until you have washed it, well. I did break down what of the boxes I wanted out, and took them out. I even finally got a shower taken.
As to making crusts, taking pictures, and any thing else I might have suggested, no chance. I am done. I might finish dishes before going to bed, but that will be about it. I'm not tired, or sore. Not that what I did was a lot, but it's the most I have done for more than a weak. The body, sometimes, really gripes when bringing it back on line and having it do a bunch of bending, lifting, sweeping, and all. It usually tires quickly and aches from using parts that don't otherwise get used. Tomorrow will be the true test, though I think I will be fine.
If all goes well, I should get to making pie crusts tomorrow. I will make all of them at once, then put them up. I would guess, if well wrapped, then sealed in an airtight bag, they should last a week if need be. They will need to refrigerate for a while though, four hours to overnight. If I do that, then clean up after, I might make a quiche or two tomorrow. Just practice, unless they turn out really well. If not, I could fry some of the bacon, ham, and mushrooms, and store those for Tuesday. Perhaps grate some cheese. I didn't think the smaller bowls that came with the set would be useful, but I think they will be the perfect size for holding cheese for a single quiche.
Nice. It's been a good day. The waft of anger I felt isn't a bother. I just felt that some 'splainin' might do some good. If nothing else, I dumped it from my head. Sorted it, and have it neatly stacked with the rest of what I sometimes receive. That's how Doom "do". All good. Ah, back to filling the rinse, a bit of rest, maybe finishing those off, then to bed. Good night.
Mojo.
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It is late. I was still having trouble getting going. It finally hit about an half hour ago. I decided to do the snow removal first. As it turns out, the sun has been shining well enough to melt half of the stuff away. What remained was thing. There might be a spot or two of ice, but not enough to consider salting. An easy job. I figured, when I started, I would do that, then probably need to rest, then hit whatever else I could. Which is fine, for a cripple. Which, of late, I have been.
After I finished that, however, I thought I would tend the trash. Just what was easy to take, mostly already bagged. And recycling, while I was at it, right? Sure. I did that, and with ease. I remembered the cat litter was on the list, and a pot with... week old leftovers, and a couple of my new plastic bowls with food that is too old, and the cat litter. While I was messing with the cat litter, I decided to sweep where the pans usually go. Done, done, done, done, and then some. I cleared the kitchen table a bit more while I was at it. I sighed a little sigh. Definitely tiring, but... not quite done. I fetched all the dirty dishes, pots, and utensils I could find, got those to the basin which went into the tub, then I began filling it. Another check for anything else. In it went, to brew-soak for a few hours.
I did a few other odds and ends, here and there. Finally, though, I ran out of steam. A bit of a break, or maybe I am done. I did take the trash and recycling to the curb, so, really, if that is it, it is okay. I am actually hoping to scrub and soak the dishes again, tear down the boxes that are too small or too weak for use, stack the remainder and get them to the back porch, clear and clean in the kitchen just a bit, then, maybe, work on pie crusts. Who knows. I can't believe what I just did in an half hour or less. I'll take it. I might even pull the camera out and take a picture or three of pie crust making, and figure out how to resolved the photos then import them somehow, posting them as proof... tonight or tomorrow. Yeah, I like it when I am on target, and a bit more.
Later.
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It is late. I was still having trouble getting going. It finally hit about an half hour ago. I decided to do the snow removal first. As it turns out, the sun has been shining well enough to melt half of the stuff away. What remained was thing. There might be a spot or two of ice, but not enough to consider salting. An easy job. I figured, when I started, I would do that, then probably need to rest, then hit whatever else I could. Which is fine, for a cripple. Which, of late, I have been.
After I finished that, however, I thought I would tend the trash. Just what was easy to take, mostly already bagged. And recycling, while I was at it, right? Sure. I did that, and with ease. I remembered the cat litter was on the list, and a pot with... week old leftovers, and a couple of my new plastic bowls with food that is too old, and the cat litter. While I was messing with the cat litter, I decided to sweep where the pans usually go. Done, done, done, done, and then some. I cleared the kitchen table a bit more while I was at it. I sighed a little sigh. Definitely tiring, but... not quite done. I fetched all the dirty dishes, pots, and utensils I could find, got those to the basin which went into the tub, then I began filling it. Another check for anything else. In it went, to brew-soak for a few hours.
I did a few other odds and ends, here and there. Finally, though, I ran out of steam. A bit of a break, or maybe I am done. I did take the trash and recycling to the curb, so, really, if that is it, it is okay. I am actually hoping to scrub and soak the dishes again, tear down the boxes that are too small or too weak for use, stack the remainder and get them to the back porch, clear and clean in the kitchen just a bit, then, maybe, work on pie crusts. Who knows. I can't believe what I just did in an half hour or less. I'll take it. I might even pull the camera out and take a picture or three of pie crust making, and figure out how to resolved the photos then import them somehow, posting them as proof... tonight or tomorrow. Yeah, I like it when I am on target, and a bit more.
Later.
Not much, but I can keep pushing.
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To bed late, awake late. Not too bad, just not what I would prefer. Oh, I set the alarm. And I battled that alarm for two hours before realizing it wasn't going to work. I shut it off and slept another two hours. I let the girls in, to allow them to roust me. And they tried. Actually, they were why I woke when I did. I fed them right away, this morning, in mild gratitude.
I feel great, mind you. No flaming wings, no general burn, no organ pain, no head or body aches. My mood is tops. My mind seems mostly clear, if there remains a mild fog. The fog being more artistic, as in a picture, then blinding or debilitating. A pleasant fog, in other words. And... I still hope to get to things, I plan them. Not sure what is anchoring me. I can't seem to release or pull the weight and get going though. I'll keep trying.
A bit of snow came through. Not much. I am hoping to sweep it off before too long. If needed, I may salt some areas as well. Then a shower. After that? Trash and recycling need to go out. I want to change the cat litter too, then at least set dishes to soak. While messing with the trash, cat litter, and dishes, I might be able to clear more of the kitchen table. Yeah... pretty daring of a plan while thinking that a walker might be useful, but there you go. No, no, not really a walker. Just the idea. Hmm... maybe a coffee enema? Laugh, damn it!
As I said, I am feeling good. Enough to poke fun at self with glee. Not the show. That show... isn't glee... not in this cave. But that's another topic I won't ever fully discuss. I haven't even seen the show. Just heard about it, and it might have flashed on the screen until I could get the stupid slow remote to flick the channel. Part of why, now when I flick through channels, I usually remember to press the mute button before channel surfing. Bleh.
Later.
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To bed late, awake late. Not too bad, just not what I would prefer. Oh, I set the alarm. And I battled that alarm for two hours before realizing it wasn't going to work. I shut it off and slept another two hours. I let the girls in, to allow them to roust me. And they tried. Actually, they were why I woke when I did. I fed them right away, this morning, in mild gratitude.
I feel great, mind you. No flaming wings, no general burn, no organ pain, no head or body aches. My mood is tops. My mind seems mostly clear, if there remains a mild fog. The fog being more artistic, as in a picture, then blinding or debilitating. A pleasant fog, in other words. And... I still hope to get to things, I plan them. Not sure what is anchoring me. I can't seem to release or pull the weight and get going though. I'll keep trying.
A bit of snow came through. Not much. I am hoping to sweep it off before too long. If needed, I may salt some areas as well. Then a shower. After that? Trash and recycling need to go out. I want to change the cat litter too, then at least set dishes to soak. While messing with the trash, cat litter, and dishes, I might be able to clear more of the kitchen table. Yeah... pretty daring of a plan while thinking that a walker might be useful, but there you go. No, no, not really a walker. Just the idea. Hmm... maybe a coffee enema? Laugh, damn it!
As I said, I am feeling good. Enough to poke fun at self with glee. Not the show. That show... isn't glee... not in this cave. But that's another topic I won't ever fully discuss. I haven't even seen the show. Just heard about it, and it might have flashed on the screen until I could get the stupid slow remote to flick the channel. Part of why, now when I flick through channels, I usually remember to press the mute button before channel surfing. Bleh.
Later.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Slogging along.
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Reading and commenting, a bit. Looking for news tidbits that have any minor real note while sussing what isn't being reported that is actually important. News is dying. They realize everybody knows reporters, editors, and publishers/producers are on the wrong side of just about everything. Some of the reporters know it, most of them haven't a clue. We aren't the bitter clingers. We aren't the ones who are stupid. Most have been too busy trying to lead real lives in a darkening world to consider. That time is over. All things are being considered. They lost by pushing too far, digging too deeply in the wrong direction, and supporting criminals over civil and other bad actors.
Anyway, I can't get going yet. Past 13:00 and I am just drifting through the day. I do feel good. There is that. There is some hope that feeling good will get me to some work, chores, or bit of fun. Maybe a mix of those things. Food? I'm honestly not hungry. A glass of milk or two was food yesterday. That might be it for today, too. I could cook, I suppose. The kitchen isn't bad, just a bit cluttered. So I could fix something, something tasty. I just can't get too it along with not being hungry.
Still, I might be able to clear the kitchen a bit more today. And doing the few dishes might happen. Hmm, and maybe something else. Getting the trash out? Sorting boxes? Yeah... maybe.
I am saying prayers for the murdered police officers, their families, and their coworkers. Martyrs. Not something anyone wishes to become, but martyrdom brings clarity. People are easily seeing the choices before them. Law enforcement are also seeing some things. You can't treat those who wish to murder you as you treat those who support you. Well, you can't do those things and win. Law enforcers, as a group, are also learning that, as with people, politics is a split thing. They are learning to choose between politics and politicians who support what they do and those who don't. Simple choices, really. Civilians, those who are on the fence, are having to choose just which way they really want to go with that. The choice becomes very simply when a "neutral" finds himself surrounded by the option, especially when cops, by orders or numbers, can't help them. This is, most likely, after all is said and done, going to lead to two separate and distinct law enforcement operations. One for those who choose civility, and one for those who don't or can't. It will, eventually, enter the court system, the legal system, if it will start with enforcement. I am positive that if the police don't do it, the people will. Though I see, in turning their backs on De Blaisio, that the NYPD is getting it. Now to refuse to enforce the unconstitutional laws regarding gun ownership for the right people while steam rolling the ban for the wrong people. It's not really a choice. It's more a matter of survival. Though most cop types really do believe in what they are doing, and many would die for it, preferably as a last resort. So, survival isn't the only reason. I understand some semblance of that from military service.
Well... on with something or other. A bit more time to wake. With such a short list of things to do, I don't need to rush. I will have to start at some point. Just not yet. Later.
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Reading and commenting, a bit. Looking for news tidbits that have any minor real note while sussing what isn't being reported that is actually important. News is dying. They realize everybody knows reporters, editors, and publishers/producers are on the wrong side of just about everything. Some of the reporters know it, most of them haven't a clue. We aren't the bitter clingers. We aren't the ones who are stupid. Most have been too busy trying to lead real lives in a darkening world to consider. That time is over. All things are being considered. They lost by pushing too far, digging too deeply in the wrong direction, and supporting criminals over civil and other bad actors.
Anyway, I can't get going yet. Past 13:00 and I am just drifting through the day. I do feel good. There is that. There is some hope that feeling good will get me to some work, chores, or bit of fun. Maybe a mix of those things. Food? I'm honestly not hungry. A glass of milk or two was food yesterday. That might be it for today, too. I could cook, I suppose. The kitchen isn't bad, just a bit cluttered. So I could fix something, something tasty. I just can't get too it along with not being hungry.
Still, I might be able to clear the kitchen a bit more today. And doing the few dishes might happen. Hmm, and maybe something else. Getting the trash out? Sorting boxes? Yeah... maybe.
I am saying prayers for the murdered police officers, their families, and their coworkers. Martyrs. Not something anyone wishes to become, but martyrdom brings clarity. People are easily seeing the choices before them. Law enforcement are also seeing some things. You can't treat those who wish to murder you as you treat those who support you. Well, you can't do those things and win. Law enforcers, as a group, are also learning that, as with people, politics is a split thing. They are learning to choose between politics and politicians who support what they do and those who don't. Simple choices, really. Civilians, those who are on the fence, are having to choose just which way they really want to go with that. The choice becomes very simply when a "neutral" finds himself surrounded by the option, especially when cops, by orders or numbers, can't help them. This is, most likely, after all is said and done, going to lead to two separate and distinct law enforcement operations. One for those who choose civility, and one for those who don't or can't. It will, eventually, enter the court system, the legal system, if it will start with enforcement. I am positive that if the police don't do it, the people will. Though I see, in turning their backs on De Blaisio, that the NYPD is getting it. Now to refuse to enforce the unconstitutional laws regarding gun ownership for the right people while steam rolling the ban for the wrong people. It's not really a choice. It's more a matter of survival. Though most cop types really do believe in what they are doing, and many would die for it, preferably as a last resort. So, survival isn't the only reason. I understand some semblance of that from military service.
Well... on with something or other. A bit more time to wake. With such a short list of things to do, I don't need to rush. I will have to start at some point. Just not yet. Later.
Waking up is hard to do.
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Is there a song for that? Yeah, yeah, there is Breaking Up Is Hard to Do, but that wasn't hard for me to do. Never mind. Four or five snooze buttons and an half hour to forty minutes after the alarm first sounded I was finally able to kick out. Barely. Still struggling. With the same alarm set, yesterday, I didn't wake until after 10:00, so I guess there is that. I did get better, a bit, yesterday. There is some hope of improving today, as well. I've got a number of things I am hoping to do.
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Is there a song for that? Yeah, yeah, there is Breaking Up Is Hard to Do, but that wasn't hard for me to do. Never mind. Four or five snooze buttons and an half hour to forty minutes after the alarm first sounded I was finally able to kick out. Barely. Still struggling. With the same alarm set, yesterday, I didn't wake until after 10:00, so I guess there is that. I did get better, a bit, yesterday. There is some hope of improving today, as well. I've got a number of things I am hoping to do.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Almost better.
.
.
Still dragging. I simply feel better. The sun was out today, and rather bright, mostly. I suppose that helped. I get that old fiery feeling, but for moments. No more than an hour at a time, and rather infrequently. I only remember having it once for very long today, perhaps an hour, then once just for maybe fifteen minutes. No, I really don't understand. Thermometer can't tell the difference between when I seem to burn and when I don't.
I did a couple of small things today. What my friend needed was for me to store his ammunition. One of the boxes of it was broken. I had to stack the ammunition in new boxes. After some sorting. Then figure out where to put them. I did at least another task. As I said, not much. At least I am feeling better. There for a bit I was just lost.
I didn't get to bed until late. I also woke very late. It is only a bit past 21:30, but I am thinking it is about bedtime already. Odd, these last days, how things are just not making exact sense. The long night, I suppose, is still playing games with my system. I'll figure it out.
I am hoping, if I can get going tomorrow, that I will finish in the kitchen, and do some dishes. If I can do that, then pie crust is next. If I clean up after that, I might make the first quiche. I best get on that. Hmm... I might tinker with the camera, to try to take a few pictures, then transfer them over for publishing. Might as well. It'll be a bit of a stretch with all else, to my mind at the moment, but stretching is good. Good night.
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Still dragging. I simply feel better. The sun was out today, and rather bright, mostly. I suppose that helped. I get that old fiery feeling, but for moments. No more than an hour at a time, and rather infrequently. I only remember having it once for very long today, perhaps an hour, then once just for maybe fifteen minutes. No, I really don't understand. Thermometer can't tell the difference between when I seem to burn and when I don't.
I did a couple of small things today. What my friend needed was for me to store his ammunition. One of the boxes of it was broken. I had to stack the ammunition in new boxes. After some sorting. Then figure out where to put them. I did at least another task. As I said, not much. At least I am feeling better. There for a bit I was just lost.
I didn't get to bed until late. I also woke very late. It is only a bit past 21:30, but I am thinking it is about bedtime already. Odd, these last days, how things are just not making exact sense. The long night, I suppose, is still playing games with my system. I'll figure it out.
I am hoping, if I can get going tomorrow, that I will finish in the kitchen, and do some dishes. If I can do that, then pie crust is next. If I clean up after that, I might make the first quiche. I best get on that. Hmm... I might tinker with the camera, to try to take a few pictures, then transfer them over for publishing. Might as well. It'll be a bit of a stretch with all else, to my mind at the moment, but stretching is good. Good night.
Can't say it all, sometimes.
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Some do not understand. To the eyes of men, God's will has to seem brutal, vengeful, perhaps even wrong. It is easy to suggest that the lion will lay with the lamb, that Christ is the King of Peace, that forgiveness is paramount. Forgiveness is required to be offered in order to be received, but how that works is a bit... trickier than it seems. They seem to forget what Jesus did the last time, what was done to Him. They do not seem to understand what He will do next time. There is much blood and death, here and forever, until the King takes His place, having to do with salvation and damnation, in life, and on the path.
I can't always say exactly how I understand things. At times, it feels as if I am speaking to people who either don't, perhaps can't, know. I understand, perhaps. Some days I am not feeling up to dealing with some truths. No one wants to know, certainly not the hard parts. Is there hope? It depends on if you have hope.
Imagine how most people would question Death. Why my cousin, or wife, or child? Why not that criminal or evil politician? Why? There is, of course, an answer. It isn't merely God's will, though that plays a part. But when emotions are brought into it, reason is not available. Further, much as a butcher understands why some cuts are more expensive, many people do not. A butcher can, for example, suggest that a certain cut is in greater demand by portion available, so he charges more for that cut. This makes no difference to a woman who arrived to buy that specific cut, but without enough money. Why, she demands!?! But even he may not be able to explain why that cut is in greater demand. So it is with all creatures who have a task to do. All men should know this, but when wrapped in emotion, even men may have difficulty understanding over their interest, or that those who do cannot always explain it to their emotional satisfaction, or even always fully understand themselves. But all men know that a good son will do as his right father suggests, soon or late, with fewer or greater regrets. And so it is.
Now, whether I am nephilim, perhaps even War, or not... I see through those eyes from time to time. I write about it. I explain some things. I suggest some things. But neither I, if I am just me, nor War, if he is another, know all things. Only what is required, and a bit picked up here and there on the way. Either way, I have to try to discuss some matters as if those things weren't true when talking to people in real life. Most simply will not face the fact that what the bible suggests is more than just stories, if not even the actors understand. Many angels no more consider the truth of their existence or actions than a pistol considers whether it really expels a projectile or not. Some of the actors do consider, at least at times. Nor can they handle the notion that one, right next to them, may have access to some of it. Loony bin material, any such talk, to most men. I've learned to not frighten the children, push too far. I don't understand enough, for sure, yet, now. Perhaps, of course, I am crazy. Though that wouldn't preclude access. That, access, itself, might well cause insanity, potentially. How many prophets were considered insane? How many others, who saw or did, became... different? Still, it might all be false. I have, myself, traveled that path, still do when the weight of it is too much, or on odd or even days, depending on need or want.
Unless, of course, I am what I see, and it isn't just visions. But being the spirit of War, bound by flesh, is a difficult thing. Christ never seems to have discussed it, save suggesting that in His form, He was limited in some ways, such as knowing when the end was to come. If Jesus had taken the time to discuss it, I do believe He might well have described a terrible itch caused by being bound by flesh, at least in a fallen world. Pouring an ocean into a thimble, somehow, would be an example. Actually, it is more difficult for souls, than something like what I see. The difference is, the soul is... pacified, before being put into flesh. If your soul woke fully you might well explode. My spirit is waking, or I am seeing into the wakefulness of such a being. It itches terribly, either way. But... madness has been placated. At least as I see things. Save when it gets too heavy and I escape into... denial.
.
Some do not understand. To the eyes of men, God's will has to seem brutal, vengeful, perhaps even wrong. It is easy to suggest that the lion will lay with the lamb, that Christ is the King of Peace, that forgiveness is paramount. Forgiveness is required to be offered in order to be received, but how that works is a bit... trickier than it seems. They seem to forget what Jesus did the last time, what was done to Him. They do not seem to understand what He will do next time. There is much blood and death, here and forever, until the King takes His place, having to do with salvation and damnation, in life, and on the path.
I can't always say exactly how I understand things. At times, it feels as if I am speaking to people who either don't, perhaps can't, know. I understand, perhaps. Some days I am not feeling up to dealing with some truths. No one wants to know, certainly not the hard parts. Is there hope? It depends on if you have hope.
Imagine how most people would question Death. Why my cousin, or wife, or child? Why not that criminal or evil politician? Why? There is, of course, an answer. It isn't merely God's will, though that plays a part. But when emotions are brought into it, reason is not available. Further, much as a butcher understands why some cuts are more expensive, many people do not. A butcher can, for example, suggest that a certain cut is in greater demand by portion available, so he charges more for that cut. This makes no difference to a woman who arrived to buy that specific cut, but without enough money. Why, she demands!?! But even he may not be able to explain why that cut is in greater demand. So it is with all creatures who have a task to do. All men should know this, but when wrapped in emotion, even men may have difficulty understanding over their interest, or that those who do cannot always explain it to their emotional satisfaction, or even always fully understand themselves. But all men know that a good son will do as his right father suggests, soon or late, with fewer or greater regrets. And so it is.
Now, whether I am nephilim, perhaps even War, or not... I see through those eyes from time to time. I write about it. I explain some things. I suggest some things. But neither I, if I am just me, nor War, if he is another, know all things. Only what is required, and a bit picked up here and there on the way. Either way, I have to try to discuss some matters as if those things weren't true when talking to people in real life. Most simply will not face the fact that what the bible suggests is more than just stories, if not even the actors understand. Many angels no more consider the truth of their existence or actions than a pistol considers whether it really expels a projectile or not. Some of the actors do consider, at least at times. Nor can they handle the notion that one, right next to them, may have access to some of it. Loony bin material, any such talk, to most men. I've learned to not frighten the children, push too far. I don't understand enough, for sure, yet, now. Perhaps, of course, I am crazy. Though that wouldn't preclude access. That, access, itself, might well cause insanity, potentially. How many prophets were considered insane? How many others, who saw or did, became... different? Still, it might all be false. I have, myself, traveled that path, still do when the weight of it is too much, or on odd or even days, depending on need or want.
Unless, of course, I am what I see, and it isn't just visions. But being the spirit of War, bound by flesh, is a difficult thing. Christ never seems to have discussed it, save suggesting that in His form, He was limited in some ways, such as knowing when the end was to come. If Jesus had taken the time to discuss it, I do believe He might well have described a terrible itch caused by being bound by flesh, at least in a fallen world. Pouring an ocean into a thimble, somehow, would be an example. Actually, it is more difficult for souls, than something like what I see. The difference is, the soul is... pacified, before being put into flesh. If your soul woke fully you might well explode. My spirit is waking, or I am seeing into the wakefulness of such a being. It itches terribly, either way. But... madness has been placated. At least as I see things. Save when it gets too heavy and I escape into... denial.
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