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The legs don't hurt unless I bend or flex at a certain angle. Going from standing to sitting, there is at least one angle that gets me, and I think there are several. Still, I finished off the last of the dishes I had been working on. Then took a shower. There have been other little bits as well. A bit more sorting of laundry, which is pretty much ready... it just has to be hauled out.
I decided to get to town to look over a washer, dryer, and stove. I picked some online, but forgot to list. I was afraid it was too late for the sale, even not being the end of the month. Sometimes the end of the month is just a term, not a fact. But, no, all sales remained. Without the sale, what I purchased would have been $2,600. As is, I was able to put half on my store card, half in cash (debit anyway). No interest for 24 months, I believe. Though, at the rate I will be paying, it should be paid off in less than half that, probably a quarter of that time. That's just how I do. Plus, next year I will be buying a new refrigerator. I just couldn't... wouldn't... swing that this year. Perhaps, finally, a dishwasher... if they can convince me the new soaps will work, not leave spots, and such. I will need to see demonstrations, in hard water areas, with soaps available. As well, I may add in a microwave, a bigger one. The one I have is fantastic. Just a Walmart special, if at the higher end of wattage. I will at least compare. The way the deal is set up it might pay to pay a bit more for a micro to get a group discount.
I will have to really work to figure some things out. If need be, they will remove the other appliances. But if I can find someone who wants them, for any reason, I'll get them out another way. Ugh. I really will have to clear the areas so they can bring the appliances in, on top of all else. I am told they could be arriving in as short as six to nine days. If need be, I might be able to stall a few days but probably not much more. Yeah, I'll have to do more to do more to do more. All good though. A chance to clean areas that have been... stewing in dysfunctional clutter.
I am satisfied that I have done what I can. I will still be doing a bit more tonight. I am hoping to figure out the refrigerator door change, then clean out the fridge hardcore, along with the freezer. I have groceries, so I'm going to have to figure things fast, though I do have the spare freezer/fridge... it has frozen in it, at the moment, but I have room in the other freezers. I just have to move things. Bleh. Yeah... I'm... doing stuff, getting there, and enjoying it... except when I hit those 'crick' angles with my legs. Pain keeps me focused though, I suppose. Later.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Uhm'kay.
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Yeah, how much will get done today is in pretty serious question. I might, somehow, limp through it all. Or I may just do little things, nap, and skip through. It's pretty rough. Getting in and out of a chair stresses those overworked legs. Ugh. I think I'll take a nap, some pain pills, and see if that doesn't help reset things. I'm not in the mood to be in the mood to mess with being out of sorts.
I may push that last load of dishes through, first, though. Set that to a hot simple soak then clear that after the nap. I want to get a shower to get to town soon, so... those have to be dealt with sooner or even sooner. Rough, tired, but I have things to do. Later.
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Yeah, how much will get done today is in pretty serious question. I might, somehow, limp through it all. Or I may just do little things, nap, and skip through. It's pretty rough. Getting in and out of a chair stresses those overworked legs. Ugh. I think I'll take a nap, some pain pills, and see if that doesn't help reset things. I'm not in the mood to be in the mood to mess with being out of sorts.
I may push that last load of dishes through, first, though. Set that to a hot simple soak then clear that after the nap. I want to get a shower to get to town soon, so... those have to be dealt with sooner or even sooner. Rough, tired, but I have things to do. Later.
I'm feeling it today.
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Ribs, back, legs, butt, all stiff, all sore. Shoulders, neck, and above are all good, oddly. Drained of energy as well. Today will only see a couple of things done, the load of dishes that is in it's finishing soak and more laundry sorting. Perhaps a load or two of laundry, definitely spraying, the powdering, the spare bedroom, as well, if those aren't really heavy chores.
I was trying to figure out where all the dirty dishes were from. Ah, when I cleaned out the refrigerator There were a lot of dishes in there. Kefir to leftovers, it was more than I had thought. Oh, and before I go shopping, I would like to figure out how to angle the fridge so as to tear it apart and clean it out. Hmm, I might take the food out of the freezer and clean that while I am at it... let it thaw overnight. I need to get cracking on that, though, as I really need groceries. It would definitely be good to have a fresh refrigerator and freezer. They sure pick up odors and then it just makes things, like eggs, last so much shorter.
Even so, I am not going to push all that hard to day. I should be able to get all of this done today, but if not, okay. I can handle that. I will just finish it tomorrow. Oh, but if I want to order appliances, I'd best get on that. The 40% off deal ends with the month. The requirement is that they not deliver until, say, February. That gives me time to get the cave cleaned and ready to receive. It would be a new washer and dryer, and stove. Bleh, but needed.
Later.
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Ribs, back, legs, butt, all stiff, all sore. Shoulders, neck, and above are all good, oddly. Drained of energy as well. Today will only see a couple of things done, the load of dishes that is in it's finishing soak and more laundry sorting. Perhaps a load or two of laundry, definitely spraying, the powdering, the spare bedroom, as well, if those aren't really heavy chores.
I was trying to figure out where all the dirty dishes were from. Ah, when I cleaned out the refrigerator There were a lot of dishes in there. Kefir to leftovers, it was more than I had thought. Oh, and before I go shopping, I would like to figure out how to angle the fridge so as to tear it apart and clean it out. Hmm, I might take the food out of the freezer and clean that while I am at it... let it thaw overnight. I need to get cracking on that, though, as I really need groceries. It would definitely be good to have a fresh refrigerator and freezer. They sure pick up odors and then it just makes things, like eggs, last so much shorter.
Even so, I am not going to push all that hard to day. I should be able to get all of this done today, but if not, okay. I can handle that. I will just finish it tomorrow. Oh, but if I want to order appliances, I'd best get on that. The 40% off deal ends with the month. The requirement is that they not deliver until, say, February. That gives me time to get the cave cleaned and ready to receive. It would be a new washer and dryer, and stove. Bleh, but needed.
Later.
Enough.
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I can't remember what I promised. I can only attest to what was done. The dishes were given a thorough going over, then set to a fresh sudsy soak I cleaned them well enough that this should work. Fat and plastic just... And I hate greasy... anything. Refuse! I also got the bug spray readied. I know where the powders are. I will actually be spraying the spare bedroom tomorrow morning... "morning"... after waking and shooing the girls out. Then, sometime tomorrow, I'll be hitting that room with the powders. I live live with that on the floor for a few days.
I also completely finished removing what I am going to remove from the closet. Some tossing already, and a lot of separation of dirty laundry as per my system. I did, perhaps, half, or more, of the sorting. But between sorting laundry there were other things to sort. Cleaning and clearing several duffle bags, putting leather clothing aside, as well as my wetsuits of various sorts, and diving boots and gloves. Yeah... well, and picking up trash and fidgets, coins, and whatnot.
I have done several other things as well. I just can't remember at this point. It hasn't been a big day, but a good one. Push! I can actually move very fast, at times. I... haven't been able to move fast, other than when the doc offered me ritalin, for decades. I don't know what has changed, but I kicked the dishes out and set them back to a soak in near record time. It's not every job, but sometimes something kicks in and I just roll over the project, and do a fine job on the way. I really have to be getting better. I really... I just haven't seen this sort of function since I was on submarines. Submarines weren't a place for slackers, and I was considered a bit of a marvel even on that first sub.
I had thought to get a shower in. I decided it was too late and I was too tired. It is about bedtime. Yeah. And excellent day. An amazing beginning of the week. I am hoping to keep it going until Thursday, maybe Friday, but really chill this weekend to try to hit it again next Monday. While it seems I am just hitting dishes, some laundry, and the bedroom, the way things are working, almost every room is getting a bit of work just in passing. A lot isn't mentioned that is being done. Too small, or coincidental, or... such. Good night.
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I can't remember what I promised. I can only attest to what was done. The dishes were given a thorough going over, then set to a fresh sudsy soak I cleaned them well enough that this should work. Fat and plastic just... And I hate greasy... anything. Refuse! I also got the bug spray readied. I know where the powders are. I will actually be spraying the spare bedroom tomorrow morning... "morning"... after waking and shooing the girls out. Then, sometime tomorrow, I'll be hitting that room with the powders. I live live with that on the floor for a few days.
I also completely finished removing what I am going to remove from the closet. Some tossing already, and a lot of separation of dirty laundry as per my system. I did, perhaps, half, or more, of the sorting. But between sorting laundry there were other things to sort. Cleaning and clearing several duffle bags, putting leather clothing aside, as well as my wetsuits of various sorts, and diving boots and gloves. Yeah... well, and picking up trash and fidgets, coins, and whatnot.
I have done several other things as well. I just can't remember at this point. It hasn't been a big day, but a good one. Push! I can actually move very fast, at times. I... haven't been able to move fast, other than when the doc offered me ritalin, for decades. I don't know what has changed, but I kicked the dishes out and set them back to a soak in near record time. It's not every job, but sometimes something kicks in and I just roll over the project, and do a fine job on the way. I really have to be getting better. I really... I just haven't seen this sort of function since I was on submarines. Submarines weren't a place for slackers, and I was considered a bit of a marvel even on that first sub.
I had thought to get a shower in. I decided it was too late and I was too tired. It is about bedtime. Yeah. And excellent day. An amazing beginning of the week. I am hoping to keep it going until Thursday, maybe Friday, but really chill this weekend to try to hit it again next Monday. While it seems I am just hitting dishes, some laundry, and the bedroom, the way things are working, almost every room is getting a bit of work just in passing. A lot isn't mentioned that is being done. Too small, or coincidental, or... such. Good night.
Monday, November 28, 2016
I've slowed down just a bit.
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Though, perhaps, shoveling the driveway took something extra out before I started. Still... I finally cleared the closet. It isn't dusty or dirty, just... I actually washed it out the last time I was in there. It has remained remarkably clean. Still, I do believe I'll get the bug spray stuff going, or at least get it ready, remove any larger bits on the flood... I suppose I could spray yet tonight, let it dry overnight, then powder the floor tomorrow... letting the powders do their work for a few days, a mix of baking soda and diatomaceous earth.
Yet tonight, as well, I would like to rip into the clothes and all else I am going to be washing this week. Separating... mostly by type. Some really get into that. I pretty much just separate as cotton/poly, wool/synth that require special/gentle wash, then color and white as a final grouping of those groups. Nothing fancy. Still, I have a lot of stuff to wash. I will be doing all of my main blankets, and some spares, that were in the main bedroom and used over the summer and into this fall and winter so far. As well, I hope to do the dishes one more go. But before putting them back in for another sudsy soak, taking another shower. Perhaps a shower will help me shake out some of the stiffness that is turning to soreness from crouching. A little cranky, but for my condition, that I can crouch while doing dishes for an half hour, three or four times in a day? Yeah, not bad for an old dead guy. Almost a little spooky. *grins*
If I do anything else, it will be to tinker with the refrigerator door. Or probably just to see if that can turn into too much of a mess. Who knows, maybe they have springs in there, or special tools are required. All you have to do is take a gun apart, thinking the notion is simple, to find that it takes weeks, and the purchase of a parts kit, to get the thing operational again to stop charging in head first into what might well be a solidly built brick wall.
Not bad, though. I am slowing. I may only make it a day or two more at most. But I will be well into it and there is only one direction from then on. While the spare bedroom is okay, I really prefer my main bedroom. I just do.
I did order a last present, for my brother and his family. Fancy food delights. I am just hoping they like it. You can never be sure. And, often, they would never tell you if they liked them or not. I wonder how many people get stuff, from me, they would rather not have? Oh well, I've done my best. No handing out of geese this year, or such, so... I wish I could find good fruit that isn't a total ripoff. I would love to send that. But it's... not right to spend that kind of money on so little fruit. It's great quality, but... no.
Later, most likely.
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Though, perhaps, shoveling the driveway took something extra out before I started. Still... I finally cleared the closet. It isn't dusty or dirty, just... I actually washed it out the last time I was in there. It has remained remarkably clean. Still, I do believe I'll get the bug spray stuff going, or at least get it ready, remove any larger bits on the flood... I suppose I could spray yet tonight, let it dry overnight, then powder the floor tomorrow... letting the powders do their work for a few days, a mix of baking soda and diatomaceous earth.
Yet tonight, as well, I would like to rip into the clothes and all else I am going to be washing this week. Separating... mostly by type. Some really get into that. I pretty much just separate as cotton/poly, wool/synth that require special/gentle wash, then color and white as a final grouping of those groups. Nothing fancy. Still, I have a lot of stuff to wash. I will be doing all of my main blankets, and some spares, that were in the main bedroom and used over the summer and into this fall and winter so far. As well, I hope to do the dishes one more go. But before putting them back in for another sudsy soak, taking another shower. Perhaps a shower will help me shake out some of the stiffness that is turning to soreness from crouching. A little cranky, but for my condition, that I can crouch while doing dishes for an half hour, three or four times in a day? Yeah, not bad for an old dead guy. Almost a little spooky. *grins*
If I do anything else, it will be to tinker with the refrigerator door. Or probably just to see if that can turn into too much of a mess. Who knows, maybe they have springs in there, or special tools are required. All you have to do is take a gun apart, thinking the notion is simple, to find that it takes weeks, and the purchase of a parts kit, to get the thing operational again to stop charging in head first into what might well be a solidly built brick wall.
Not bad, though. I am slowing. I may only make it a day or two more at most. But I will be well into it and there is only one direction from then on. While the spare bedroom is okay, I really prefer my main bedroom. I just do.
I did order a last present, for my brother and his family. Fancy food delights. I am just hoping they like it. You can never be sure. And, often, they would never tell you if they liked them or not. I wonder how many people get stuff, from me, they would rather not have? Oh well, I've done my best. No handing out of geese this year, or such, so... I wish I could find good fruit that isn't a total ripoff. I would love to send that. But it's... not right to spend that kind of money on so little fruit. It's great quality, but... no.
Later, most likely.
Wow.
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I shoveled the snow without even a break or kink. Just... did it. It was only an inch or more like two. It was wet. It just didn't seem heavy. It didn't even feel like work. Yeah, I finished it, and pulled the trash bin back from the curb when done. Amazing, really. My legs aren't in pain, I have come to realize, mostly. They are stiff is all. Which... probably means pain is in the near or nearer future. Until then, clean like it's 1672*?
So, what next? Dishes, most likely. Washing them will not fully clean them. I will have to set them up for one more wash. Too many dishes with fatty things in them. But, if I clean really well, one more time should do it. After the dishes, which will begin after a gaming break, I will get into the main bedroom and begin working in the closet again. If the closet seems to be getting the better of me, I'll hit the clothes... just sorting. Sorting clothes... or dirty laundry... or laundry that will be washed regardless... is an easy task, that can be done at leisure if need be.
Sometime today I would like to set up the shelving in the spare bedroom. The first boxes to go in will be movie dvds/blu rays. I have most in a small boxes, but would like to organize them into type, then by name, then make a list and sort them into bigger boxes... give or take. Which will clear my new computer table, which isn't quite fully constructed, which will be finished. I won't quite move onto it yet, but... with it clear and finished, that just becomes a matter of time. Then what? I don't know. Perhaps a load or two of laundry that I want and need for the week. Heck yeah.
Why? How? I just can't know that. I am working as if I was healthy as a horse. If at some leisure. It is difficult to both work hard and work complicated matters at the same time though. I can move mountains, but sorting and figuring sort of kicks me in the bullocks. Thinking and lifting at the same time is... that is the problem. Even so, I am doing better than should be expected, even were I completely healthy, given the types of workloads involved. I'll just keep at it. Yum!
Later.
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I shoveled the snow without even a break or kink. Just... did it. It was only an inch or more like two. It was wet. It just didn't seem heavy. It didn't even feel like work. Yeah, I finished it, and pulled the trash bin back from the curb when done. Amazing, really. My legs aren't in pain, I have come to realize, mostly. They are stiff is all. Which... probably means pain is in the near or nearer future. Until then, clean like it's 1672*?
So, what next? Dishes, most likely. Washing them will not fully clean them. I will have to set them up for one more wash. Too many dishes with fatty things in them. But, if I clean really well, one more time should do it. After the dishes, which will begin after a gaming break, I will get into the main bedroom and begin working in the closet again. If the closet seems to be getting the better of me, I'll hit the clothes... just sorting. Sorting clothes... or dirty laundry... or laundry that will be washed regardless... is an easy task, that can be done at leisure if need be.
Sometime today I would like to set up the shelving in the spare bedroom. The first boxes to go in will be movie dvds/blu rays. I have most in a small boxes, but would like to organize them into type, then by name, then make a list and sort them into bigger boxes... give or take. Which will clear my new computer table, which isn't quite fully constructed, which will be finished. I won't quite move onto it yet, but... with it clear and finished, that just becomes a matter of time. Then what? I don't know. Perhaps a load or two of laundry that I want and need for the week. Heck yeah.
Why? How? I just can't know that. I am working as if I was healthy as a horse. If at some leisure. It is difficult to both work hard and work complicated matters at the same time though. I can move mountains, but sorting and figuring sort of kicks me in the bullocks. Thinking and lifting at the same time is... that is the problem. Even so, I am doing better than should be expected, even were I completely healthy, given the types of workloads involved. I'll just keep at it. Yum!
Later.
A price for work, a fair price.
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I didn't have a stool to sit when doing dishes, and I have been doing them in a tub in the tub. No, I don't stutter... as a matter of practice, I can be brought to that mind you, I suppose? So, my back and legs are just a bit... stiff, or with ache, and... feeling it, as they say. I think, as I continue with dishes I am going to take the short chair in there. Or get knee pads on and do it that way. Still, it isn't a wipe-out. Oh, but sleeping in the spare bedroom means sleeping on, pretty much, a new mattress. It is firm, or extra firm, as I like it. My mattress in my main bedroom is... definitely 'broken'. It's replacement has been on my list for some time. Though... whether to just buy a new top, or even mattress set, in queen, or to move up to king? No, probably stay with queen. If a king is eventually called for, I can turn that into another spare room bedset.
Anyway... I wasn't down, finally, until after 5:00. I woke around noon. Seven hours down seems pretty short but everything felt right, and it felt like it was time to wake. It looks like we got our first snow today. Not much, but enough that I should, before too long, get out there and see to it. I don't want it to freeze. I just hope it hasn't already. It will, most likely, be gone even by tomorrow. But if it doesn't warm it will freeze and if it freezes, that stuff will be stuck on until the next real thaw. Those random thaws can be hoped for during the winter, but there is never any surety. So... yeah... shoveling snow is on the menu.
I set up the dishes that I set to a soak last night. I simply drained most of the water, added hot fresh water with more soap. I will begin working in the main bedroom again, in the closet, then separating types of laundry. I have been and will be doing little extra things all throughout the process, both in that room and in other rooms. You can't just clean, you have to beat the joint into submission, and keep clobbering it until it is done... or... done, in the main, for a moment. I can't really keep up after that. Though, as all know, that job is never, ever finished. It is good enough, for the time, as things stand, until... tomorrow, or the next meal, or... And a thankless damned job. Not really a man's job, but I don't seem to have any volunteers. Urhm, for now. *wink*
I have some packages to go back, but I have a bit. I will need the snow cleared first anyway. And then I'll want fresh clothes, which means... another day or two, assuming everything goes well. And, while a pain in the posterior, having a cause to get out will ensure I do some things in a more timely manor, in theory. I need to do shopping anyway, especially after having cleared my fridge. Cabbage, greens, eggs, milk, butter, cream, and a large supply of sheesh! I've been out of all of that for some time. Well, I had eggs, but those really don't do well in the fridge with science experiments. I suppose if I kept my fridge in tip top eggs would do okay, for longer. But with experiments of an unintended nature going on, it... Ew... nasty. However, with the fridge cleared, mostly, save condiments, I may try to break it down and clean it out. My problem is the door swings the wrong way, so that getting the base drawers in and out is a nightmare, at the best. I think one side simply cannot be removed. Hmm... but I did look. I think the doors can be switched to the other side. I have to do both the fridge and freezer doors though. I've never done such, not sure just how difficult that process is. I may do a youtube gander and... fix that if possible.
Huh? Yeah. It's wonderful. Mostly. I love having some wind in my lungs and on my back. A grace. Having a woman around has always helped with that, a bit. But I have never allowed myself to let go, or I wouldn't be here. I do well for, in every regard, given the limits of my condition. I think I am one of few who can almost completely set them aside from time to time. Just shoveling is probably... inhuman given the givens. All good though. Mostly because I believe I have achieved a family in grace.
Good day.
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I didn't have a stool to sit when doing dishes, and I have been doing them in a tub in the tub. No, I don't stutter... as a matter of practice, I can be brought to that mind you, I suppose? So, my back and legs are just a bit... stiff, or with ache, and... feeling it, as they say. I think, as I continue with dishes I am going to take the short chair in there. Or get knee pads on and do it that way. Still, it isn't a wipe-out. Oh, but sleeping in the spare bedroom means sleeping on, pretty much, a new mattress. It is firm, or extra firm, as I like it. My mattress in my main bedroom is... definitely 'broken'. It's replacement has been on my list for some time. Though... whether to just buy a new top, or even mattress set, in queen, or to move up to king? No, probably stay with queen. If a king is eventually called for, I can turn that into another spare room bedset.
Anyway... I wasn't down, finally, until after 5:00. I woke around noon. Seven hours down seems pretty short but everything felt right, and it felt like it was time to wake. It looks like we got our first snow today. Not much, but enough that I should, before too long, get out there and see to it. I don't want it to freeze. I just hope it hasn't already. It will, most likely, be gone even by tomorrow. But if it doesn't warm it will freeze and if it freezes, that stuff will be stuck on until the next real thaw. Those random thaws can be hoped for during the winter, but there is never any surety. So... yeah... shoveling snow is on the menu.
I set up the dishes that I set to a soak last night. I simply drained most of the water, added hot fresh water with more soap. I will begin working in the main bedroom again, in the closet, then separating types of laundry. I have been and will be doing little extra things all throughout the process, both in that room and in other rooms. You can't just clean, you have to beat the joint into submission, and keep clobbering it until it is done... or... done, in the main, for a moment. I can't really keep up after that. Though, as all know, that job is never, ever finished. It is good enough, for the time, as things stand, until... tomorrow, or the next meal, or... And a thankless damned job. Not really a man's job, but I don't seem to have any volunteers. Urhm, for now. *wink*
I have some packages to go back, but I have a bit. I will need the snow cleared first anyway. And then I'll want fresh clothes, which means... another day or two, assuming everything goes well. And, while a pain in the posterior, having a cause to get out will ensure I do some things in a more timely manor, in theory. I need to do shopping anyway, especially after having cleared my fridge. Cabbage, greens, eggs, milk, butter, cream, and a large supply of sheesh! I've been out of all of that for some time. Well, I had eggs, but those really don't do well in the fridge with science experiments. I suppose if I kept my fridge in tip top eggs would do okay, for longer. But with experiments of an unintended nature going on, it... Ew... nasty. However, with the fridge cleared, mostly, save condiments, I may try to break it down and clean it out. My problem is the door swings the wrong way, so that getting the base drawers in and out is a nightmare, at the best. I think one side simply cannot be removed. Hmm... but I did look. I think the doors can be switched to the other side. I have to do both the fridge and freezer doors though. I've never done such, not sure just how difficult that process is. I may do a youtube gander and... fix that if possible.
Huh? Yeah. It's wonderful. Mostly. I love having some wind in my lungs and on my back. A grace. Having a woman around has always helped with that, a bit. But I have never allowed myself to let go, or I wouldn't be here. I do well for, in every regard, given the limits of my condition. I think I am one of few who can almost completely set them aside from time to time. Just shoveling is probably... inhuman given the givens. All good though. Mostly because I believe I have achieved a family in grace.
Good day.
Yeah?
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Oh yeah. I didn't do what I planned. I did that and then more. Not to be fancy, not pushing, just because I could. Beside putting the towels in the drier until done, I folded them and put them away. I didn't think that would happen. After finishing the dishes, I did dry and either allow to finish air drying or put away that load... I then cleaned out the refrigerator (of foods needing to go), then got the trash out. THEN set up another load of dishes, partly from what I had cleaned out of the refrigerator. And, of course, trash and recycling went out, though I didn't have enough recycling to bother, and am not sure if this is recycling day anyway. About all I have been putting into recycling lately has been cat food cans.
Yes, late. But it's been trending that way. I just work when I can, and do what I can. I am a bit beat, finally. Which is fine. I did get a fan into the spare room. That room has a vent. And, even at 66, and shutting the vent down, that room is still going too be too hot. Yeah, I know. That's just weird. I've always been like that, even when I was a skinny child. I could sit in the snow in my skivvies (worked better when we lived on farms, mind you... and when I was too young to know better). I hated clothes, that hasn't changed much. Oh well.
As I work through things in this next week, some things are more important to get washed than others. My robes would be good, and a basic wardrobe would help. Blankets and sheets, and that sort of thing, will be first, because they have a place. I should have stripped my bed in my main bedroom first. Now I have a ton of clothes and such on it. Yeah... But then why strip it and have all that stuff on it. I would live to, when I get the room taken down, after spraying and dusting, to let it air out for a few days before vacuuming... oh and steam vacuuming. I do have my own machine for that. If that does it on the first time, great. If not, just hit it again. I have been itching to rip into that room for a very long time. It needs it.
Oh, the one thing I forgot was setting up the shelving. Not a major issue. Part of the problem is that I can't find some parts though. I'll look as I do other things tomorrow. But I did look on amazon for storage solutions. There is something I like better than more hanging shirt/sweater shelving. It's, essentially, a freestanding 'cloth' closet, mostly with just shelves I think. Jeans and pants on bottom, t-shirts on top, the rest can hang. Or... something.
Good night, and good morning, I suppose. Most of you will just be waking when you read this, unless your sleep is whack, or you are a durner furner. Anywhile... good night.
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Oh yeah. I didn't do what I planned. I did that and then more. Not to be fancy, not pushing, just because I could. Beside putting the towels in the drier until done, I folded them and put them away. I didn't think that would happen. After finishing the dishes, I did dry and either allow to finish air drying or put away that load... I then cleaned out the refrigerator (of foods needing to go), then got the trash out. THEN set up another load of dishes, partly from what I had cleaned out of the refrigerator. And, of course, trash and recycling went out, though I didn't have enough recycling to bother, and am not sure if this is recycling day anyway. About all I have been putting into recycling lately has been cat food cans.
Yes, late. But it's been trending that way. I just work when I can, and do what I can. I am a bit beat, finally. Which is fine. I did get a fan into the spare room. That room has a vent. And, even at 66, and shutting the vent down, that room is still going too be too hot. Yeah, I know. That's just weird. I've always been like that, even when I was a skinny child. I could sit in the snow in my skivvies (worked better when we lived on farms, mind you... and when I was too young to know better). I hated clothes, that hasn't changed much. Oh well.
As I work through things in this next week, some things are more important to get washed than others. My robes would be good, and a basic wardrobe would help. Blankets and sheets, and that sort of thing, will be first, because they have a place. I should have stripped my bed in my main bedroom first. Now I have a ton of clothes and such on it. Yeah... But then why strip it and have all that stuff on it. I would live to, when I get the room taken down, after spraying and dusting, to let it air out for a few days before vacuuming... oh and steam vacuuming. I do have my own machine for that. If that does it on the first time, great. If not, just hit it again. I have been itching to rip into that room for a very long time. It needs it.
Oh, the one thing I forgot was setting up the shelving. Not a major issue. Part of the problem is that I can't find some parts though. I'll look as I do other things tomorrow. But I did look on amazon for storage solutions. There is something I like better than more hanging shirt/sweater shelving. It's, essentially, a freestanding 'cloth' closet, mostly with just shelves I think. Jeans and pants on bottom, t-shirts on top, the rest can hang. Or... something.
Good night, and good morning, I suppose. Most of you will just be waking when you read this, unless your sleep is whack, or you are a durner furner. Anywhile... good night.
Well. Well?
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Yes. I started digging into the closet. Hmm. It's... not like it was in the dream. Much slower. So many small, fine, disparate, considerations. Ammunition, clothes, stuff, and more. But! I have started. I have cleared the top shelf in there and pulled most of the clothes. Some things I know are clean. I may just put those in the other closet, for the moment. The other closet, though, has a musty smell. Hmm... Not sure. And, dry cleaned goods... I... Always some small detail that just... can stop things up. For now, so far, I have just set the consideration aside and gone on to other things.
I will be doing a TON of laundry. Things old, things new, things to be given to charity, things to be stored apart. Oh, it's going to be a large part of what I will be doing for a while, soon. First I want that room cleaned, at least the closet, before I start. And, on my rest days, I may do laundry on those days, just in small batches and at a leisurely pace. AFTER the closet is cleared, sprayed, dusted with the various things, and vacuumed. Between this and that, the rest of my bedroom will initially be getting a spit and lick, until I am ready to hit it hard. By then much should be done. The place should be organized when I am done. If not, I will consider ordering more organizing devices, such as hanging shirt holders and a smaller shoe one (great for underwear). And, perhaps, a metal mesh shelf, with containers for various items. Good dressers are out of my financial reach and I refuse to have particle board dressers for what I consider should be the price of solid wood ones. RE.. FUSE!
What I learned, from the kitchen, was that it wasn't so much just laziness or illness, but also that I simply didn't have enough space for everything to really have a place. So, as I go forward, one of the things I will fix is... if I hit an overload problem, then I need to reconsider my spaces, adding this or that in order to make it work. Then, as things get sorted, it should become much easier to... pare down what is not needed, wanted, used. Ugh! But first it has to be separated, sorted, and THEN considered.
I may try to get the last group of dishes from earlier washed, rinsed, and either dried, or semi-dried and left to air dry as I sleep. While I didn't want to do any laundry that would need to be stored in the bedroom, I decided to do all of the towels. Every towel I could find. I washed them with soap and vinegar in a prewash, then again in soap with baking soda in the prewash. I may see about putting those away as a last thing. Oh, well, that and gathering and removing the trash!
This will be a heck of a day if I get these last things done. Actually, even if I don't. Epic if I do, I should think. This sprang, sort of, out of nowhere. Oh, I've been... edging that way. It just, I felt the call but never got the rush. What I got today was incredible. I'm not even tired, if I do grow weary... two different things I assure you. Now, to get these last chores finished. Good night.
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Yes. I started digging into the closet. Hmm. It's... not like it was in the dream. Much slower. So many small, fine, disparate, considerations. Ammunition, clothes, stuff, and more. But! I have started. I have cleared the top shelf in there and pulled most of the clothes. Some things I know are clean. I may just put those in the other closet, for the moment. The other closet, though, has a musty smell. Hmm... Not sure. And, dry cleaned goods... I... Always some small detail that just... can stop things up. For now, so far, I have just set the consideration aside and gone on to other things.
I will be doing a TON of laundry. Things old, things new, things to be given to charity, things to be stored apart. Oh, it's going to be a large part of what I will be doing for a while, soon. First I want that room cleaned, at least the closet, before I start. And, on my rest days, I may do laundry on those days, just in small batches and at a leisurely pace. AFTER the closet is cleared, sprayed, dusted with the various things, and vacuumed. Between this and that, the rest of my bedroom will initially be getting a spit and lick, until I am ready to hit it hard. By then much should be done. The place should be organized when I am done. If not, I will consider ordering more organizing devices, such as hanging shirt holders and a smaller shoe one (great for underwear). And, perhaps, a metal mesh shelf, with containers for various items. Good dressers are out of my financial reach and I refuse to have particle board dressers for what I consider should be the price of solid wood ones. RE.. FUSE!
What I learned, from the kitchen, was that it wasn't so much just laziness or illness, but also that I simply didn't have enough space for everything to really have a place. So, as I go forward, one of the things I will fix is... if I hit an overload problem, then I need to reconsider my spaces, adding this or that in order to make it work. Then, as things get sorted, it should become much easier to... pare down what is not needed, wanted, used. Ugh! But first it has to be separated, sorted, and THEN considered.
I may try to get the last group of dishes from earlier washed, rinsed, and either dried, or semi-dried and left to air dry as I sleep. While I didn't want to do any laundry that would need to be stored in the bedroom, I decided to do all of the towels. Every towel I could find. I washed them with soap and vinegar in a prewash, then again in soap with baking soda in the prewash. I may see about putting those away as a last thing. Oh, well, that and gathering and removing the trash!
This will be a heck of a day if I get these last things done. Actually, even if I don't. Epic if I do, I should think. This sprang, sort of, out of nowhere. Oh, I've been... edging that way. It just, I felt the call but never got the rush. What I got today was incredible. I'm not even tired, if I do grow weary... two different things I assure you. Now, to get these last chores finished. Good night.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Moving along fairly well.
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How fast can you go? Given simply shape, minus all other problems, there are limits. And, yet, sometimes, even those limits can be suspended. I am doing well beyond what my condition would warrant, leaving health out of it. I get the feeling that I could do this all the time. If something were just a little different. I don't even think it's the heart, or condition, or will, want, need... it's faith. Then again, I am sure that, if my faith was enough, or correct, I could move mountains. Not that I would, mind you... not without a reason.
Oh, I think I'll do well this week. I am hoping to have the bedroom and bathroom clean, the kitchen nearly up to pace, and be ready for a bit of a break then on to the living room and this front computer room. Then upstairs. I am hoping to get the shelving up yet today. I may order several more of those, medium/small moving boxes, packing material, and begin sorting, boxing or tossing, labeling, and storing.
I need to get the closet cleaned out before hitting laundry, but I might be able to get that, mostly, done tonight/tomorrow. I can, in slow moments, begin sorting the laundry. I will want to clean the closet, nearly a walk in, then bug spray and dust it with the various things. Yeah, it gets tricky how to do this and that without stalling everything, and yet... never mind. I will get into it. With the spare bedroom open and operational, I don't have to push to try to do too much all at once. Hmm... I might spray the spare bedroom, then shake the powders out in there too, while I am at it. Then, when all dry and having set for a few days, vacuum that room out. It's not bad, just maintenance and extending the "works".
I best get a shower taken, then get the dishes soaking again. I finished about half of them, the more finicky ones... silverware, bowls, knives, and such. The plastic bowls just... had too much goop. I try to clean them out first, but plastic just loves fat, holds on to it. One more soak and wash, after my shower, and that should be ready. I also cleaned out one of the kitchen sink basins while at it. Ugh but the kitchen is a mess again. Nowhere near what it was, but... it'll take some work. Perhaps I'll have it ready for a plumber by December... or January. Ugh...
Yes, yes, I think I can. I've said it before, I'll say it again. I often fail, but I do get back up and at it. Bleh. Later.
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How fast can you go? Given simply shape, minus all other problems, there are limits. And, yet, sometimes, even those limits can be suspended. I am doing well beyond what my condition would warrant, leaving health out of it. I get the feeling that I could do this all the time. If something were just a little different. I don't even think it's the heart, or condition, or will, want, need... it's faith. Then again, I am sure that, if my faith was enough, or correct, I could move mountains. Not that I would, mind you... not without a reason.
Oh, I think I'll do well this week. I am hoping to have the bedroom and bathroom clean, the kitchen nearly up to pace, and be ready for a bit of a break then on to the living room and this front computer room. Then upstairs. I am hoping to get the shelving up yet today. I may order several more of those, medium/small moving boxes, packing material, and begin sorting, boxing or tossing, labeling, and storing.
I need to get the closet cleaned out before hitting laundry, but I might be able to get that, mostly, done tonight/tomorrow. I can, in slow moments, begin sorting the laundry. I will want to clean the closet, nearly a walk in, then bug spray and dust it with the various things. Yeah, it gets tricky how to do this and that without stalling everything, and yet... never mind. I will get into it. With the spare bedroom open and operational, I don't have to push to try to do too much all at once. Hmm... I might spray the spare bedroom, then shake the powders out in there too, while I am at it. Then, when all dry and having set for a few days, vacuum that room out. It's not bad, just maintenance and extending the "works".
I best get a shower taken, then get the dishes soaking again. I finished about half of them, the more finicky ones... silverware, bowls, knives, and such. The plastic bowls just... had too much goop. I try to clean them out first, but plastic just loves fat, holds on to it. One more soak and wash, after my shower, and that should be ready. I also cleaned out one of the kitchen sink basins while at it. Ugh but the kitchen is a mess again. Nowhere near what it was, but... it'll take some work. Perhaps I'll have it ready for a plumber by December... or January. Ugh...
Yes, yes, I think I can. I've said it before, I'll say it again. I often fail, but I do get back up and at it. Bleh. Later.
Wrestling with the wind.
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I stopped trying to make things happen and just let them happen, sleep, work, waking... I just let go of the wheel. I was doing fine until Friday, I think, then things just started coming off the rails. No problem. This time I saw it and let go before it all tore me apart. There is a time you can ride the bull, there is a time to get off, and there is a time where even approaching the cage is known to be the wrong choice.
In this case, just letting go and going... native? Just doing what works, without too much... or any... forethought. Just letting instincts and action and reaction take the lead. I didn't go down until very late. I didn't wake until even later. So be it. I didn't want to wake up under a loadstone, and waited until I wouldn't. Then? Then right into the storm.
I tore into the dishes that I set to soak. Washing them all, cleaning the tub and setting them to a fresh soak. Then I went to my spare bedroom and started ripping into that. Not bad, I kicked that out in... probably no more than fifteen minutes. That is now ready, should I decide to do so, to sleep in there while I rip into my bedroom. Then I started... ripping into my bedroom.
Oh... my... That is... going to take a bit. The first thing is to sort wash out. There was... hrm... a bit. But, actually, before that gets finished, I will probably do what I dreamed about first... clean out the closet... top to bottom. Everything comes out, every surface will be cleaned, then rinsed, vacuumed, dusted, and whatever else I think is necessary. THEN I hit every stitch of clothes, every functional and spare blanket, sheet sets, everything! As I do these, in small batches, I will begin putting things in very specific places. I have purchased a number of items, so that along with my dresser, I should have easy right room for every stitch.
Now, while doing this, clothes that are tattered, faded, not worn or even liked, are going into a bag(s). Since clean, I am not going to worry about folding. Those will go away. While I am sorting, folding, storing, I will hit the other parts of the bedroom. Oh, and treat the room for bugs. Oh, nothing special, just the normal treatment that really helps a home. Being that I will be sleeping in the spare bedroom, I can close it up. I won't be doing too potent of a stuff... it just has to be dry before the area is pet-safe... mostly. As well, I will probably hit it with (food grade) diatomaceous earth, let that work for a few days... probably along with baking soda, then vacuum that up in a couple days, or when I finish. Yeah... I am finally going to really throw myself at it.
I was amazed at how much I got done in one throw. And yet, it... I felt it. Oh, sweet Lord, please watch over your foolish monster's monster. A hunter, not before Thee, but a hunter, if an old one. Amen.
Welp!?! Later. I'll take a bit of a break, then hit the dishes, take a shower, then put them in for a rinse. Another break and then laundry will be sorted into types... to make room TO get to the closet. Another break, or maybe tomorrow, I will then hit the closet. Oh... hep me, hep me, hep me. Yeah, later.
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I stopped trying to make things happen and just let them happen, sleep, work, waking... I just let go of the wheel. I was doing fine until Friday, I think, then things just started coming off the rails. No problem. This time I saw it and let go before it all tore me apart. There is a time you can ride the bull, there is a time to get off, and there is a time where even approaching the cage is known to be the wrong choice.
In this case, just letting go and going... native? Just doing what works, without too much... or any... forethought. Just letting instincts and action and reaction take the lead. I didn't go down until very late. I didn't wake until even later. So be it. I didn't want to wake up under a loadstone, and waited until I wouldn't. Then? Then right into the storm.
I tore into the dishes that I set to soak. Washing them all, cleaning the tub and setting them to a fresh soak. Then I went to my spare bedroom and started ripping into that. Not bad, I kicked that out in... probably no more than fifteen minutes. That is now ready, should I decide to do so, to sleep in there while I rip into my bedroom. Then I started... ripping into my bedroom.
Oh... my... That is... going to take a bit. The first thing is to sort wash out. There was... hrm... a bit. But, actually, before that gets finished, I will probably do what I dreamed about first... clean out the closet... top to bottom. Everything comes out, every surface will be cleaned, then rinsed, vacuumed, dusted, and whatever else I think is necessary. THEN I hit every stitch of clothes, every functional and spare blanket, sheet sets, everything! As I do these, in small batches, I will begin putting things in very specific places. I have purchased a number of items, so that along with my dresser, I should have easy right room for every stitch.
Now, while doing this, clothes that are tattered, faded, not worn or even liked, are going into a bag(s). Since clean, I am not going to worry about folding. Those will go away. While I am sorting, folding, storing, I will hit the other parts of the bedroom. Oh, and treat the room for bugs. Oh, nothing special, just the normal treatment that really helps a home. Being that I will be sleeping in the spare bedroom, I can close it up. I won't be doing too potent of a stuff... it just has to be dry before the area is pet-safe... mostly. As well, I will probably hit it with (food grade) diatomaceous earth, let that work for a few days... probably along with baking soda, then vacuum that up in a couple days, or when I finish. Yeah... I am finally going to really throw myself at it.
I was amazed at how much I got done in one throw. And yet, it... I felt it. Oh, sweet Lord, please watch over your foolish monster's monster. A hunter, not before Thee, but a hunter, if an old one. Amen.
Welp!?! Later. I'll take a bit of a break, then hit the dishes, take a shower, then put them in for a rinse. Another break and then laundry will be sorted into types... to make room TO get to the closet. Another break, or maybe tomorrow, I will then hit the closet. Oh... hep me, hep me, hep me. Yeah, later.
Saturday, November 26, 2016
A new focus.
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I ended up not going to bed early. My illness, or the immediate one, disappeared, then returned, through the rest of the evening, but in milder forms at each return. No idea what that was. Food poisoning doesn't do that, so I am suspecting it really was just a mild bug. I am highly resistant to those, in spite of all other health issues. They almost built me bullet-proof... all but. And that one flaw came due. The rest remains. A bit rusted, and all, but some say better, even so, than a normal.
I finally did go to bed, but very late. I set the last clock right, the alarm clock. I did add the customary half hour to it, so as to be up early when I use it. I have tried ten minutes, but that just wasn't enough. That and my sub conscience knew and figured for it. But an half hour is more than it can manipulate unless I consciously hand over the calculator for the reals, which I usually can successfully refuse. I mean, an half an hour lead is what it takes. An hour would be too much, and I would just... not feel a rush. It is what works. Yeah, my own body and mind are like children, and must be... negotiated, tricked, cajoled, etc. Everyone is like that, to a degree, but not everyone is mostly dead. It takes a lot more, and even then it's more miss than hit. Not a science, but science can be employed. And I do as I may.
In any case, I woke this morning feeling... ready. I have much to do. Cleaning, storing, sorting. I fell far behind again. Some areas are still more advanced than they ever have been, other areas need work. So... I... I will begin working. Or planning at least. One thing I found? That mesh metal shelf I got for the kitchen? That helps a bundle! I have another one, that I was going to use to grow plants. What I am going to do with that is use it as, at least, temporary storage. I will put it together, then, as I am boxing things to clear areas, I will label those boxes well and put them on one of the shelves. Pairing first, a bit, as I resolve... then, again, after areas are clean. Going through the boxes and finding new homes for some of the items I don't need/want/use. Ugh. Bit by bit I will retake this place.
I want a plumber in, I want to work on the en suite, I want a new washer, perhaps washer and dryer, I need a new stove... but I want and need the place cleaned up for those things to go forward! So... I best get to it. I think I can, I think I am getting there. Good day.
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I ended up not going to bed early. My illness, or the immediate one, disappeared, then returned, through the rest of the evening, but in milder forms at each return. No idea what that was. Food poisoning doesn't do that, so I am suspecting it really was just a mild bug. I am highly resistant to those, in spite of all other health issues. They almost built me bullet-proof... all but. And that one flaw came due. The rest remains. A bit rusted, and all, but some say better, even so, than a normal.
I finally did go to bed, but very late. I set the last clock right, the alarm clock. I did add the customary half hour to it, so as to be up early when I use it. I have tried ten minutes, but that just wasn't enough. That and my sub conscience knew and figured for it. But an half hour is more than it can manipulate unless I consciously hand over the calculator for the reals, which I usually can successfully refuse. I mean, an half an hour lead is what it takes. An hour would be too much, and I would just... not feel a rush. It is what works. Yeah, my own body and mind are like children, and must be... negotiated, tricked, cajoled, etc. Everyone is like that, to a degree, but not everyone is mostly dead. It takes a lot more, and even then it's more miss than hit. Not a science, but science can be employed. And I do as I may.
In any case, I woke this morning feeling... ready. I have much to do. Cleaning, storing, sorting. I fell far behind again. Some areas are still more advanced than they ever have been, other areas need work. So... I... I will begin working. Or planning at least. One thing I found? That mesh metal shelf I got for the kitchen? That helps a bundle! I have another one, that I was going to use to grow plants. What I am going to do with that is use it as, at least, temporary storage. I will put it together, then, as I am boxing things to clear areas, I will label those boxes well and put them on one of the shelves. Pairing first, a bit, as I resolve... then, again, after areas are clean. Going through the boxes and finding new homes for some of the items I don't need/want/use. Ugh. Bit by bit I will retake this place.
I want a plumber in, I want to work on the en suite, I want a new washer, perhaps washer and dryer, I need a new stove... but I want and need the place cleaned up for those things to go forward! So... I best get to it. I think I can, I think I am getting there. Good day.
Friday, November 25, 2016
Something is really off.
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A pretty bad headache, along with nausea. I'm glad I didn't try to get out tonight. I don't know if I ate something I shouldn't have or just a bug. I steamed eggs earlier, they were too old. I did try them. Yeah. Well, and there was something else I ate that was questionable at best. I actually suspect food rather than bug. I took several otc pain pills. I'll head to bed early. I'll sleep as needed, taking more pain pills if I feel the need.
I did call my mother. She sounds to be doing well. She had a small, two people, Thanksgiving, and I think they enjoyed it. They have big events for most holidays. Once in a while it's nice to go small. I found out what she could use for Christmas. She actually needs things again. Needs? Wants? Since she gets out, and works in public, she has returned to having a more detailed fashion sense. It worked out better than I could have hoped. The first part is on the way. I may see about another set of gifts for another target.
Ah well, I think I am really done for the night. I have fought through for as long as I could. I sure hope sleep gets me through this, this is miserable. Is that a fever, or just... a side effect of nausea? Bleh. Still pleased for the many treasures, pleasures, friends, family, and relationship to God. The rest will work out. I have enough faith in that that I actually don't need faith for it? Yeah, yeah I think that's about it. It makes the suffering... irrelevant. Good night.
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A pretty bad headache, along with nausea. I'm glad I didn't try to get out tonight. I don't know if I ate something I shouldn't have or just a bug. I steamed eggs earlier, they were too old. I did try them. Yeah. Well, and there was something else I ate that was questionable at best. I actually suspect food rather than bug. I took several otc pain pills. I'll head to bed early. I'll sleep as needed, taking more pain pills if I feel the need.
I did call my mother. She sounds to be doing well. She had a small, two people, Thanksgiving, and I think they enjoyed it. They have big events for most holidays. Once in a while it's nice to go small. I found out what she could use for Christmas. She actually needs things again. Needs? Wants? Since she gets out, and works in public, she has returned to having a more detailed fashion sense. It worked out better than I could have hoped. The first part is on the way. I may see about another set of gifts for another target.
Ah well, I think I am really done for the night. I have fought through for as long as I could. I sure hope sleep gets me through this, this is miserable. Is that a fever, or just... a side effect of nausea? Bleh. Still pleased for the many treasures, pleasures, friends, family, and relationship to God. The rest will work out. I have enough faith in that that I actually don't need faith for it? Yeah, yeah I think that's about it. It makes the suffering... irrelevant. Good night.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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Oh, well, I have been invited to a dinner. I just... it doesn't look like I will make it. Behind, slow, too much to have done to get there, and I'm not moving at a solid pace. I hope that does not offend, it is not the intent. There is no intention, other than that I can't quite get myself, and clothing, in sure order, to be there. Even with several days headstart it simply wasn't possible. Little things, sure, daily. But not enough in a day, or even several. I wanted, as a second, to roast a duck. I just... didn't have enough going for that either.
Do not fret! I am still very thankful. While I may not join in festivities, the offer was there. And if I may not eat a fowl meal, that option, too, technically, was there. I will have something to eat, a bit more simple perhaps. But all good. I will be many places in spirit. And I will enjoy my solitude as well. Yes, it would be good to be out and enjoy company, I have learned that is a treat, a rare one. Enjoyed when it all works. Solitude isn't strictly sought, though has become a norm, and not a hated one, not a cage. It is good.
I had thought to address my kitchen appliances this year, as a Christmas present. I am still having trouble with my financers, and they may be simply going to steal my home. I will give them one last chance. If they refuse, again, to help me get on auto-pay, I will simply begin moving things out in preparation for eviction. They started out good, then, I think, Zero wanted them to push vets and others into some sort of socialist program. I didn't want that, and refuse to do more than just pay off my home as agreed. I'll dump it rather than be forced into taking more money I don't want or need. Yeah, this monkey in a mansuit is really a piece of shit. So... that is off the table. If that gets resolved, I will consider doing this next year. New stove might have to happen, one way or the other. But a new fridge, perhaps a dishwasher if I'm not sure where to put it, definitely a new washer and dryer as well.
Instead, this year, I went with a rapier and off dagger. Oh, yes, fully functional.
Well, you have your hobbies, I have mine. Oh... the dagger won't really break swords. It's... just a fantasy name. It WILL catch and, with a quick twist of the wrist, arrest a blade. It... is quite handy if one has the inclination, understanding, and dexterity required. Doing sudoku in 5 seconds means, at my best, I am better than most. That includes the use of manual weapons. Though... one thing that is learned in time is that every battle is unique. Every one can be a failure. Those with the greatest skill, most serious intent, best equipment, and being wide awake and aware have been slain by the most humble. Never assume a win. Never lose your head.
That having been said, and all else being equal... Believe or else, with these weapons I would gladly and easily contest a katana wielding opponent. Though, with many swords and arming daggers that is possible, these are truly superior to almost any unarmed to lightly armed combat. I wouldn't attempt to take on a fully armored man with these, mostly. If pushed, I would use the dagger, my mass and the weight of his armor, momentum, and dexterity to get behind, knock him down, and force a surrender or cause death. That's why mixed groups were best, each covering for the weakness of the other. But war, back then, was truly hell... if, usually, only for the combatants... mostly. Today it is hell all the way around. I do yearn for the wretched good old days.
Oh... right... Later.
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Oh, well, I have been invited to a dinner. I just... it doesn't look like I will make it. Behind, slow, too much to have done to get there, and I'm not moving at a solid pace. I hope that does not offend, it is not the intent. There is no intention, other than that I can't quite get myself, and clothing, in sure order, to be there. Even with several days headstart it simply wasn't possible. Little things, sure, daily. But not enough in a day, or even several. I wanted, as a second, to roast a duck. I just... didn't have enough going for that either.
Do not fret! I am still very thankful. While I may not join in festivities, the offer was there. And if I may not eat a fowl meal, that option, too, technically, was there. I will have something to eat, a bit more simple perhaps. But all good. I will be many places in spirit. And I will enjoy my solitude as well. Yes, it would be good to be out and enjoy company, I have learned that is a treat, a rare one. Enjoyed when it all works. Solitude isn't strictly sought, though has become a norm, and not a hated one, not a cage. It is good.
I had thought to address my kitchen appliances this year, as a Christmas present. I am still having trouble with my financers, and they may be simply going to steal my home. I will give them one last chance. If they refuse, again, to help me get on auto-pay, I will simply begin moving things out in preparation for eviction. They started out good, then, I think, Zero wanted them to push vets and others into some sort of socialist program. I didn't want that, and refuse to do more than just pay off my home as agreed. I'll dump it rather than be forced into taking more money I don't want or need. Yeah, this monkey in a mansuit is really a piece of shit. So... that is off the table. If that gets resolved, I will consider doing this next year. New stove might have to happen, one way or the other. But a new fridge, perhaps a dishwasher if I'm not sure where to put it, definitely a new washer and dryer as well.
Instead, this year, I went with a rapier and off dagger. Oh, yes, fully functional.
That having been said, and all else being equal... Believe or else, with these weapons I would gladly and easily contest a katana wielding opponent. Though, with many swords and arming daggers that is possible, these are truly superior to almost any unarmed to lightly armed combat. I wouldn't attempt to take on a fully armored man with these, mostly. If pushed, I would use the dagger, my mass and the weight of his armor, momentum, and dexterity to get behind, knock him down, and force a surrender or cause death. That's why mixed groups were best, each covering for the weakness of the other. But war, back then, was truly hell... if, usually, only for the combatants... mostly. Today it is hell all the way around. I do yearn for the wretched good old days.
Oh... right... Later.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
A changing world.
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The young simply live with change. They don't always get it, they really don't need to get it. Not while young. They can join in when and where they can or stay out if it's not to their tastes or needs. In a career, they have to, then, stay up on the changes to stay employed. Some change is cultural, some is social, some mechanical. All things change. Sometimes in increments, sometimes by leaps and bounds. Often the change seems to be for the better, but isn't. Imagine, for example, if electricity went away. That isn't a possibility, it is a certainty, at some point in our history. We think with the length of our lives, not the certainty of history and the natural realities that surround us.
The point I am getting to is, that at some point people stop trying to adjust to changes... or lose the ability to do so, or even to notice the changes. I wonder if I am there yet, or not. Oh, I am sure some of the young would think I am not keeping up, with texting or such. They don't understand that I simply have no need or want of such. Given my situation, I am fairly well aware of changes. I am more balking at some, while ignoring others, and still using that which fits how I do things. Actually, I am probably still advanced on some things. Not really for trying, more by needs and wants.
Still, I realize times are changing at a greater pace than ever. If I also see a nexus. The drive forward has gotten beyond the ken of man and only two things can happen, as to change. The one possibility is that the driver of change will be automated. In such a case, no man will be able to keep up. Change will just happen. Personally? As suspicious that I am a form of chaos myself? I don't think that will happen, or if it is tried, it will fail swiftly and terribly. Why? Chaos, which brings change, requires purpose and reason. An automated chaos would not have... a will, only, perhaps, a way. Just... trust me. Or don't. Doesn't matter, in this case. The other option, the one I am seeing more likely, is a push to retrograde... to change, but change back. Oldschool. That I see even the hipsters looking at. Many, especially the newer gens, realize they are so far underwater, out of their elements, and dispossessed by it, that they will either become slaves to the system, or break away and become their own lords. Choices are simple, but harsh. Such, as maturity dawns, is the realization, and truth, of life.
I think the robber barons, too, are in trouble. It isn't just Joe the Plumber. It is the billionaire, the state (of whatever size), the company, the church... all have used and pushed beyond their means and truths and are now facing everything from impossible to maintain structures and services to disenfranchised believers, users, buyers, and sellers. All alone in their towers, while the hordes gather and rage. I don't even think us "peasants" need actually revolt. A collective shrug, then walking away, and these things can simply whither and die.
Yes, I am still aware. I simply won't become addicted to tech, or use things that are more of a complication and expense and binding tether than any real use. I have friends who are trying to back up their life on hard drives, or document their research... all for naught. Some have never even have had children, or protege. What is the storage... who is to receive the storage? Can they even keep up with the tech to keep the files current to tech? Trapped in their own minds, I suggest. I suppose a harmless hobby, unless it cost them a real life and family.
Dark dreams... I can't see past the emotion. Is that part of this post? I don't think so. This post was just... me figuring out my place in some things this morning. I am saying that I do understand what is changing, I simply don't choose to be a part of the aspects of it that I wish not to pursue. Do not think you are ahead of me... if you are going the wrong way. Do enjoy falling beyond in your race to succeed. It just means I'll be and remain well ahead of you. Later.
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The young simply live with change. They don't always get it, they really don't need to get it. Not while young. They can join in when and where they can or stay out if it's not to their tastes or needs. In a career, they have to, then, stay up on the changes to stay employed. Some change is cultural, some is social, some mechanical. All things change. Sometimes in increments, sometimes by leaps and bounds. Often the change seems to be for the better, but isn't. Imagine, for example, if electricity went away. That isn't a possibility, it is a certainty, at some point in our history. We think with the length of our lives, not the certainty of history and the natural realities that surround us.
The point I am getting to is, that at some point people stop trying to adjust to changes... or lose the ability to do so, or even to notice the changes. I wonder if I am there yet, or not. Oh, I am sure some of the young would think I am not keeping up, with texting or such. They don't understand that I simply have no need or want of such. Given my situation, I am fairly well aware of changes. I am more balking at some, while ignoring others, and still using that which fits how I do things. Actually, I am probably still advanced on some things. Not really for trying, more by needs and wants.
Still, I realize times are changing at a greater pace than ever. If I also see a nexus. The drive forward has gotten beyond the ken of man and only two things can happen, as to change. The one possibility is that the driver of change will be automated. In such a case, no man will be able to keep up. Change will just happen. Personally? As suspicious that I am a form of chaos myself? I don't think that will happen, or if it is tried, it will fail swiftly and terribly. Why? Chaos, which brings change, requires purpose and reason. An automated chaos would not have... a will, only, perhaps, a way. Just... trust me. Or don't. Doesn't matter, in this case. The other option, the one I am seeing more likely, is a push to retrograde... to change, but change back. Oldschool. That I see even the hipsters looking at. Many, especially the newer gens, realize they are so far underwater, out of their elements, and dispossessed by it, that they will either become slaves to the system, or break away and become their own lords. Choices are simple, but harsh. Such, as maturity dawns, is the realization, and truth, of life.
I think the robber barons, too, are in trouble. It isn't just Joe the Plumber. It is the billionaire, the state (of whatever size), the company, the church... all have used and pushed beyond their means and truths and are now facing everything from impossible to maintain structures and services to disenfranchised believers, users, buyers, and sellers. All alone in their towers, while the hordes gather and rage. I don't even think us "peasants" need actually revolt. A collective shrug, then walking away, and these things can simply whither and die.
Yes, I am still aware. I simply won't become addicted to tech, or use things that are more of a complication and expense and binding tether than any real use. I have friends who are trying to back up their life on hard drives, or document their research... all for naught. Some have never even have had children, or protege. What is the storage... who is to receive the storage? Can they even keep up with the tech to keep the files current to tech? Trapped in their own minds, I suggest. I suppose a harmless hobby, unless it cost them a real life and family.
Dark dreams... I can't see past the emotion. Is that part of this post? I don't think so. This post was just... me figuring out my place in some things this morning. I am saying that I do understand what is changing, I simply don't choose to be a part of the aspects of it that I wish not to pursue. Do not think you are ahead of me... if you are going the wrong way. Do enjoy falling beyond in your race to succeed. It just means I'll be and remain well ahead of you. Later.
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Oh, a failure.
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It's little things, really, that seem to bother the most. My house shoes are... dead, and more. Birkenstock's, mules, woolen, green. I like them, if I hated them for the longest time, as need converged with availability, these have done well. But they are beyond tired. They are almost dangerous to be wearing. So I went looking. I tried simple slip-on shoes from Walmart. I found some that, mostly, fit. Too hot. And, after less than a week, they started smelling like a wet wild animal. Spraying didn't help. It was the junk material used.
Since that time, I have been searching for simple house shoes, with the intent of, if I find some, more expensive or cheap, of stocking up. Two pair to alternate wearing regularly, and another two to four pair just to have for the future. I have looked at slip-ons, mules, and others. I have looked at higher end, and lower. What hasn't been too hot has been too small. I have no idea... where to even look. I am almost at the point of just going with those steel-toed work shoes, a few pair for just the house. But those are a bit pricey to store up four. Two would be pricey. What happened to the shoe world? I usually wear a 12/13, as with the shoes described (13's were a bit big, going to 12's this next time). But with the mules, I ordered up to a 14 1/2 and it was way too small, couldn't get my foot in all the way. Really?
I may look again at slip on's, with a decently sole... and consider cutting the heel off/out. Ugh. Just... a... mule... Is it really that difficult? Hmm... I wonder if one could be made? I doubt if it would even be that difficult, just a lot of fitting, refitting, sculpting... it might take a while, but if made with design and science and formulated a bit, the second, and on, would be much easier. I just don't have quite that capacity. *sigh* It's... in there. I just can't do it. Later.
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It's little things, really, that seem to bother the most. My house shoes are... dead, and more. Birkenstock's, mules, woolen, green. I like them, if I hated them for the longest time, as need converged with availability, these have done well. But they are beyond tired. They are almost dangerous to be wearing. So I went looking. I tried simple slip-on shoes from Walmart. I found some that, mostly, fit. Too hot. And, after less than a week, they started smelling like a wet wild animal. Spraying didn't help. It was the junk material used.
Since that time, I have been searching for simple house shoes, with the intent of, if I find some, more expensive or cheap, of stocking up. Two pair to alternate wearing regularly, and another two to four pair just to have for the future. I have looked at slip-ons, mules, and others. I have looked at higher end, and lower. What hasn't been too hot has been too small. I have no idea... where to even look. I am almost at the point of just going with those steel-toed work shoes, a few pair for just the house. But those are a bit pricey to store up four. Two would be pricey. What happened to the shoe world? I usually wear a 12/13, as with the shoes described (13's were a bit big, going to 12's this next time). But with the mules, I ordered up to a 14 1/2 and it was way too small, couldn't get my foot in all the way. Really?
I may look again at slip on's, with a decently sole... and consider cutting the heel off/out. Ugh. Just... a... mule... Is it really that difficult? Hmm... I wonder if one could be made? I doubt if it would even be that difficult, just a lot of fitting, refitting, sculpting... it might take a while, but if made with design and science and formulated a bit, the second, and on, would be much easier. I just don't have quite that capacity. *sigh* It's... in there. I just can't do it. Later.
Such dreams.
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In the first one(s) I remember, I was skydiving, without a parachute, or any such. It wasn't just fifteen feet, it was... thousands of feet. Sometimes off structures, skeletal beam structures, but what would such be doing that high, what would they have been secured into? Perhaps they were sent out from mountains. Still, how to support such? Well, I did mention "dream", right? It, or they, were awesome dreams. Often I landed in water, but no always. Why was I diving? Because I could, and wanted to, it seems.
The next dream wasn't so fun. I was open carrying, into a truck stop to pay my gas bill, I think. While I was waiting for them to process my card, some yahoo pulled a pistol. I could tell it was fake, but I let him know that wasn't cool, a good way to get shot. So he pulled a real pistol, but didn't point it at me. Then left. The guy processing my card was messing around, doing something himself bad. Then I realized I couldn't remember some things. I asked my partner, he had memory problems too. Something bad was happening. I think they were just planning to rob us through the card, we were too big of game and not the right kind, for their usual hunt.
I was a federal marshal, I was able to call in a raid on the place and it ended up being a den of horrors. You know there are places like that out there. They aren't always hidden away. They sometimes operate at the busiest places. How they keep a lid on it? I suppose even those making legit money want anything bad suppressed. Last I heard, Cali "loses" 35k people a year. That is those who are reported. How many illegals go missing? Some dreams, even if I resolve them, I would rather not have.
Today? I don't know. I'll... get to a few more, or many more, things. Later.
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In the first one(s) I remember, I was skydiving, without a parachute, or any such. It wasn't just fifteen feet, it was... thousands of feet. Sometimes off structures, skeletal beam structures, but what would such be doing that high, what would they have been secured into? Perhaps they were sent out from mountains. Still, how to support such? Well, I did mention "dream", right? It, or they, were awesome dreams. Often I landed in water, but no always. Why was I diving? Because I could, and wanted to, it seems.
The next dream wasn't so fun. I was open carrying, into a truck stop to pay my gas bill, I think. While I was waiting for them to process my card, some yahoo pulled a pistol. I could tell it was fake, but I let him know that wasn't cool, a good way to get shot. So he pulled a real pistol, but didn't point it at me. Then left. The guy processing my card was messing around, doing something himself bad. Then I realized I couldn't remember some things. I asked my partner, he had memory problems too. Something bad was happening. I think they were just planning to rob us through the card, we were too big of game and not the right kind, for their usual hunt.
I was a federal marshal, I was able to call in a raid on the place and it ended up being a den of horrors. You know there are places like that out there. They aren't always hidden away. They sometimes operate at the busiest places. How they keep a lid on it? I suppose even those making legit money want anything bad suppressed. Last I heard, Cali "loses" 35k people a year. That is those who are reported. How many illegals go missing? Some dreams, even if I resolve them, I would rather not have.
Today? I don't know. I'll... get to a few more, or many more, things. Later.
Monday, November 21, 2016
A new week.
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There is more hope this week than last, and much more than any week in the last... long time. I don't even have a time I can easily look back and see where I was doing well. I think it started with feet problems, then went to potassium deficiency or the sensation that was the problem. Slowly I have dealt with those things, sort of, if I am still not regular with them... Then fall hit, and soon winter. I seem to be leveling out. My fall seems to be arrested, for the moment. Now to get up and get going. I have been doing very small things that way. A new week, another opportunity.
I put at least half of the ham and beans in a single bowl and put that in the freezer. I... well... I can eat that lot per time. This is the first time I diced all of the ham right away. And, yes, that is worth the time. But it is time and effort. Often, for me, cleaning a place to work, then working, is more of the trick than the actual work. I hate when all I get is slivers of ham, but then chunks that are too big are also not preferred. I do like fat, just not large pieces of that. This was about a perfect ham and beans, if you like white beans. Though, other than a few odd beans, like kidney, most beans pretty much taste very similar. I would bet, unless the bean is strangely shaped, most could not tell one bean from another in a blind taste test.
It is raining today. Given how late in November it is, I won't complain. We didn't get any real snow the other day, it stuck only to the grasses and mountains, leaving roads and the rest open. And it didn't last the morning, or more than a day... or... something. Being the sick kid at home, I don't always look out. It's almost depressing, some days, seeing a whole world, one I want to play in, one I can see but not quite touch. Some times more so than others. It was darkest right before things opened up again, as they saying goes about dawn.
I'll keep at things. I hope to take a shower, set up another batch of dishes, and set a load of laundry to wash. I may try to attend business as well. Just one piece, but an important piece. Be well.
Sunday, November 20, 2016
As simple as ham and beans.
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That's all it takes for life to be good. It's only ever good for a moment at a time, often. Oh, sometimes you stumble into a lot of it, then trip and break something. Which, isn't bad. I really do enjoy the good and bad of life, even without knowing there is and will be better. We, even as adults, are more like puppies than we are stoic, knowledgeable, wise, and erect adults of faith, truth, and light. Oh... those things can be there. It's just... even our best aren't all that good at those things. The truth of the matters, all of these and more, will either free you are cause you to surrender even yourself to a slavery of hate, want, and even worse. I play a hard game, but, at the end of the day, even if I don't think of the game as just a game, realize my limitations, have a chuckle, and keep at it. I cannot win, even though, if I have true faith, I cannot lose! Which... is part of why I pray to, and adore God. He planned all this. With Satan, and us, sabotaging His gig at every step, willfully or simply foolishly, possibly even wisely as we might see things, He and we will still win, with faith.
Oh, right, beans. Ham really adds something special. There is a touch of smoke, a bit of fattiness, some salt perhaps, and some other things. If you learn to eat right, cut out junk foods and the weird stuff they put in their, and the high salt? Beans actually taste good on their own. Nothing fancy, but not bad. My palate, for the most part, has been stripped down. I can't like some things anymore, things I used to think I loved. And I love some things I didn't think I liked, at all.
One trick, when cooking beans, is to get the beans just done, or maybe just about done but close enough to finish as the pot cools. Another trick, for me, is to put the ham in at a time when there will just be about an hour more of simmering. Some things, like lentils, cook within that time, so ham can go right in. Most beans take from two to six hours of cooking, even with soaking. Lentils, and perhaps just a few other delicate beans, go fast. If you do beans and ham right, it simply can't be beat in it's class. This time, I didn't just salt. I added garlic and dehydrated onion. A very good add. In an half hour I will dice the ham and have a bowl. Then plan on portioning it and freezing it, when it cools enough for that. Yeah.
Later.
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That's all it takes for life to be good. It's only ever good for a moment at a time, often. Oh, sometimes you stumble into a lot of it, then trip and break something. Which, isn't bad. I really do enjoy the good and bad of life, even without knowing there is and will be better. We, even as adults, are more like puppies than we are stoic, knowledgeable, wise, and erect adults of faith, truth, and light. Oh... those things can be there. It's just... even our best aren't all that good at those things. The truth of the matters, all of these and more, will either free you are cause you to surrender even yourself to a slavery of hate, want, and even worse. I play a hard game, but, at the end of the day, even if I don't think of the game as just a game, realize my limitations, have a chuckle, and keep at it. I cannot win, even though, if I have true faith, I cannot lose! Which... is part of why I pray to, and adore God. He planned all this. With Satan, and us, sabotaging His gig at every step, willfully or simply foolishly, possibly even wisely as we might see things, He and we will still win, with faith.
Oh, right, beans. Ham really adds something special. There is a touch of smoke, a bit of fattiness, some salt perhaps, and some other things. If you learn to eat right, cut out junk foods and the weird stuff they put in their, and the high salt? Beans actually taste good on their own. Nothing fancy, but not bad. My palate, for the most part, has been stripped down. I can't like some things anymore, things I used to think I loved. And I love some things I didn't think I liked, at all.
One trick, when cooking beans, is to get the beans just done, or maybe just about done but close enough to finish as the pot cools. Another trick, for me, is to put the ham in at a time when there will just be about an hour more of simmering. Some things, like lentils, cook within that time, so ham can go right in. Most beans take from two to six hours of cooking, even with soaking. Lentils, and perhaps just a few other delicate beans, go fast. If you do beans and ham right, it simply can't be beat in it's class. This time, I didn't just salt. I added garlic and dehydrated onion. A very good add. In an half hour I will dice the ham and have a bowl. Then plan on portioning it and freezing it, when it cools enough for that. Yeah.
Later.
Sunday? All day as some like to say.
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I suppose one could get technical and suggest over seven hours of the day have passed. So it couldn't be all day. However, as things are going, I know I won't be awake until it is technically Monday, by hour not by functional business day. So, does it truly matter? And, if talking about function, doesn't that include conscious ability to use as a day? Plus, no one likes those who get technical unless there is an application to the set-aside. Snark, smarm, or just know-it-all'ism just isn't appreciated, and for good reason. If you ever feel tempted? Unless very occasionally? Don't. Stick to puns. Those too are perturbing, but allowably so, save to English teachers (especially female ones) and those who save puns as pet peeves. I often love to pet peeves though. Huh?
Oh, the girls woke me this morning. For some reason I slightly overslept. So Sam let me know it was time to shimmy. I tried to bribe her were pets, itchies, and scratchies. She was having none of it. Why late? No idea. I went to bed early enough. I did finish off the dishes I was doing, but that wasn't enough work to be a problem. No idea. I slept well, feel good. Oh well. It wasn't much late, just a bit. I may set my alarm, if that... can sometimes be counterproductive. When you have a bad heart, if you need sleep I advise you take it. If it gets too much? Suffer it. Pushing through, I just don't think, has ever lead to successes, only misery.
I soaked beans last night. I drained those and have them on the stove now. I will be adding a bigger chunk of ham once it hits boil and I turn it back to a simmer. This time I'll be tearing all the ham down right away, then freezing about half or more of it, separated into those 32 ounce containers. Pull one or two out a week, a couple meals set up and aside. I just can't do canned soups anymore. Home canned, maybe... dunno... but I can't really get to canning, not solo.
A shower, before long, after I wake. Then more dishes and some laundry, I think. Good day.
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I suppose one could get technical and suggest over seven hours of the day have passed. So it couldn't be all day. However, as things are going, I know I won't be awake until it is technically Monday, by hour not by functional business day. So, does it truly matter? And, if talking about function, doesn't that include conscious ability to use as a day? Plus, no one likes those who get technical unless there is an application to the set-aside. Snark, smarm, or just know-it-all'ism just isn't appreciated, and for good reason. If you ever feel tempted? Unless very occasionally? Don't. Stick to puns. Those too are perturbing, but allowably so, save to English teachers (especially female ones) and those who save puns as pet peeves. I often love to pet peeves though. Huh?
Oh, the girls woke me this morning. For some reason I slightly overslept. So Sam let me know it was time to shimmy. I tried to bribe her were pets, itchies, and scratchies. She was having none of it. Why late? No idea. I went to bed early enough. I did finish off the dishes I was doing, but that wasn't enough work to be a problem. No idea. I slept well, feel good. Oh well. It wasn't much late, just a bit. I may set my alarm, if that... can sometimes be counterproductive. When you have a bad heart, if you need sleep I advise you take it. If it gets too much? Suffer it. Pushing through, I just don't think, has ever lead to successes, only misery.
I soaked beans last night. I drained those and have them on the stove now. I will be adding a bigger chunk of ham once it hits boil and I turn it back to a simmer. This time I'll be tearing all the ham down right away, then freezing about half or more of it, separated into those 32 ounce containers. Pull one or two out a week, a couple meals set up and aside. I just can't do canned soups anymore. Home canned, maybe... dunno... but I can't really get to canning, not solo.
A shower, before long, after I wake. Then more dishes and some laundry, I think. Good day.
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