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Dreaming, last night. And not. It feels more as if I actually went somewhere and find myself unable to remember... as clearly as I want, should. A good trip. Cordial, folks or... and... other beings... creatures... were there. Good food, pleasant music, and not just on the surface. It was good from presentation to application and right through to intent.
If I had to say, I would guess I visited saints and angels, beyond the veil. A simple cordial affair. A meal, conversation, and simple association. As with no lying from my favored previous trip across the veil of tears, I will sorely miss this sort of companionship. It is rare, and never pure, here. Even family hold grudges, have ulterior motives, and conceil much.
Wait until you see what it is to meet men with no ravenous wolf just under their skin. I have eyes to see that, and the lack of it. It... reminds me of some things my Lord said. It also brings shame to some of my doubts. Perhaps not for here, now, but in the long run... or, in truth.
It makes me... He must truly have been loving, forgiving, to have walked here, seen as I see, and not destroyed all. I am from darkness. He is from light. I am not surprised or dismayed by all I have known. How could He not be? Potent mojo. It is He, and these, who surprise me. A gift, so that my faith can withstand what comes next?
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I am not sure when I went to bed. It was definitely after 17:30, but may have been two or three hours later. I ate cream of wheat for breakfast... supper actually. I looked at the carbs after. Oh well. I could feel my body heating up, so figured blood sugar was shot. I checked first thing. At 165 it is thirty points better than my best read in at least a month or two? Crazy. I had thought it was 191 yesterday fasting, but it was 195... in case you read yesterday, did the math, and find yourself confused.
Almost no work was done yesterday. Just couldn't. The list remains. I will do what is possible. Maybe more if that may not be much. Best feed the girls. Sometimes they need more than two feeds a day. I have learned to tell the difference between lazy begging and need... their eyes... when truly needing their eyes become... bright. Their attention becomes laser focused too. And, let go too long, they become... dangerous... to each other and to me. I'll... split an extra can between them for the next few days. Must be out of mice. *rictus grin*
Later.
Saturday, June 20, 2020
Friday, June 19, 2020
Diabetes has been troublesome.
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The right amounts of food and insulin. As... well as possible. With three to six major sleep cycle revisions in the last few weeks, weather crushing me or lending me impossible flight, and all the stumbles and bumps else, as a sparrow caught out in a hurricane, all I can do is survive. Doing things rightly, exactly, isn't possible. But I can give it as good of a shot as possible.
That said, and again, food and insulin have been going in rightly. Even so, diabetes has been high. Since I was eating rightly, I REFUSED to take extra insulin, not much. Anyway, I sort of quit the keto the last few days. Taking extra insulin when eating carbs, if I have a mostly hard cap to extra. Taking more and insulin will hurt the skin near the injection site. It isn't all that much more, either.
After yesterday, my worst eating day in the series, I was sure to wake up with blood sugar in the three or four, instead of the now usual mid two, hundreds. Imagine my surprise to see it below two hundred, if only by nine, in the first time for weeks? At least a month, maybe two. I guess I really do have to go plumb off the reservation once in a while!?!
Today? Hoping to find a few numbers and make a few calls. As well, let the ducks out, perhaps shovel out their hutch, and wash it out each of the next few days... just with the garden hose, and at least begin staking out and measuring the clothesline run. I would like to have the posts support three runs of about fifty feet, outdoors, and have one, mostly removable, run the length of upstairs... upstairs, of course? *eyebrow action* as well, I may attempt to dig the holes, or start on that. I won't get far. This ground is hard, stoney, and clay all at impossibly once. Help... is on the way. Probably.
Well, that is outside. Inside, I want to finish the dishes, put meat to thaw, hit the bathroom... more, vacuum and get the vacuum upstairs. Making a shopping list, to include baking soda for the carpet. I could sprinkle diatomacious earth right now. It will have a few days to do what it does, if there is nothing visible. But, are dust mites and else even visible?
All today? Well, as much as possible. It was 63° upstairs, 66° downstairs... now 68° at 8:42, and 55° outside on the second sunny day running. Perhaps breakfast. A few eggs as an omelette, cheese omelette. The pork is finito. If that is a word or not? Hmm, I do have chives and avocado. Yeah, I best thaw meat. Later.
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The right amounts of food and insulin. As... well as possible. With three to six major sleep cycle revisions in the last few weeks, weather crushing me or lending me impossible flight, and all the stumbles and bumps else, as a sparrow caught out in a hurricane, all I can do is survive. Doing things rightly, exactly, isn't possible. But I can give it as good of a shot as possible.
That said, and again, food and insulin have been going in rightly. Even so, diabetes has been high. Since I was eating rightly, I REFUSED to take extra insulin, not much. Anyway, I sort of quit the keto the last few days. Taking extra insulin when eating carbs, if I have a mostly hard cap to extra. Taking more and insulin will hurt the skin near the injection site. It isn't all that much more, either.
After yesterday, my worst eating day in the series, I was sure to wake up with blood sugar in the three or four, instead of the now usual mid two, hundreds. Imagine my surprise to see it below two hundred, if only by nine, in the first time for weeks? At least a month, maybe two. I guess I really do have to go plumb off the reservation once in a while!?!
Today? Hoping to find a few numbers and make a few calls. As well, let the ducks out, perhaps shovel out their hutch, and wash it out each of the next few days... just with the garden hose, and at least begin staking out and measuring the clothesline run. I would like to have the posts support three runs of about fifty feet, outdoors, and have one, mostly removable, run the length of upstairs... upstairs, of course? *eyebrow action* as well, I may attempt to dig the holes, or start on that. I won't get far. This ground is hard, stoney, and clay all at impossibly once. Help... is on the way. Probably.
Well, that is outside. Inside, I want to finish the dishes, put meat to thaw, hit the bathroom... more, vacuum and get the vacuum upstairs. Making a shopping list, to include baking soda for the carpet. I could sprinkle diatomacious earth right now. It will have a few days to do what it does, if there is nothing visible. But, are dust mites and else even visible?
All today? Well, as much as possible. It was 63° upstairs, 66° downstairs... now 68° at 8:42, and 55° outside on the second sunny day running. Perhaps breakfast. A few eggs as an omelette, cheese omelette. The pork is finito. If that is a word or not? Hmm, I do have chives and avocado. Yeah, I best thaw meat. Later.
Thursday, June 18, 2020
The court is doing his will.
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As I have mentioned before, Trump isn't a republican. He is just filling the role as a nominally more pro-American applicant for the post than even most repubs. From Thune to Romney, most repubs hate poor white trash. Which is everyone not richer and more powerful than them. Still get elected in rigged systems, pretty much as big city dems. Your vote may not actually even really being counted at this point. It really doesn't matter.
Slightly better, mostly. Still, he isn't actually religious. So killing freedom of religion isn't an issue for him. If this also probably means that womens' sports is dead. Though is this it's killing or simply what happens to the corpse of that side of so-called sports when it dies of natural boredom? No matter to me, a pox on both their... all their... houses. Some Catholics might have (more) concern. The majority are just dying for the first tranny priest, either way. The leadership is sin contagion, going with the worldly mob. But don't act high and mighty. Your church talks big, but is still in the Boy Scouts. Just as converged as mine.
As well, this daca ruling was his will. He could have won this case, not only didn't, it shouldn't have been a legal question, doubt. The only real question is why it was ever allowed. Most likely he had incompetent or willing losers running the case, and told the justices to kill it. No doubts.
At this point, the constitution is dead, as is governance through laws. Mob rule is what is left. It looks more like Trump bookended Obama, finishing what he started. This has nothing to do with the pandemic or antifa/blm or anything else. It is just closing shop on whites and America.
Either civilization is at an end or the scotus has to be undone, have these rulings overturned, be reformed and limited, reversing almost every liberal ruling for the last sixty years, then be bound by moral limits, or Seattle is your future. Either the droolers rule or you put limits on them. Join them or get rid of them, at every level.
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As I have mentioned before, Trump isn't a republican. He is just filling the role as a nominally more pro-American applicant for the post than even most repubs. From Thune to Romney, most repubs hate poor white trash. Which is everyone not richer and more powerful than them. Still get elected in rigged systems, pretty much as big city dems. Your vote may not actually even really being counted at this point. It really doesn't matter.
Slightly better, mostly. Still, he isn't actually religious. So killing freedom of religion isn't an issue for him. If this also probably means that womens' sports is dead. Though is this it's killing or simply what happens to the corpse of that side of so-called sports when it dies of natural boredom? No matter to me, a pox on both their... all their... houses. Some Catholics might have (more) concern. The majority are just dying for the first tranny priest, either way. The leadership is sin contagion, going with the worldly mob. But don't act high and mighty. Your church talks big, but is still in the Boy Scouts. Just as converged as mine.
As well, this daca ruling was his will. He could have won this case, not only didn't, it shouldn't have been a legal question, doubt. The only real question is why it was ever allowed. Most likely he had incompetent or willing losers running the case, and told the justices to kill it. No doubts.
At this point, the constitution is dead, as is governance through laws. Mob rule is what is left. It looks more like Trump bookended Obama, finishing what he started. This has nothing to do with the pandemic or antifa/blm or anything else. It is just closing shop on whites and America.
Either civilization is at an end or the scotus has to be undone, have these rulings overturned, be reformed and limited, reversing almost every liberal ruling for the last sixty years, then be bound by moral limits, or Seattle is your future. Either the droolers rule or you put limits on them. Join them or get rid of them, at every level.
Another opportunity.
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Not good or bad. Yet. Sleep was about perfect. Why my feet aren't freezing, ten degrees cooler, I can't say. It was 61° at waking, with one fan going, for fresh air. It was 66° downstairs, as per the furnace setting. It looks like it rained last night, some hours ago. Lots of rain, and cool temperatures... this summer.
I can't remember when I went to bed. I would guess, almost certainly, a bit after fifteen hundred but well before seventeen hundred. I looked, several times, while going to bed. I realized the time had not stuck in memory. So, once settled, I attempted to ascertain the time, but could not for the life of me roll, find the clock, and gain that data. I woke right around four thirty.
Today? Back to the list. It is a bit shorter. Dishes, vacuuming, folding laundry, a shower, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning the stove, oven, and counters. Uhrm, not, probably, all of that today. But, if I can get going, a good half to three quarters? Maybe. The bathroom stuff, counters, and stove top would be enough. More would be gravy. I'll thaw meat... chicken drummies and corned beef. That should last a week. I have fresh cabbage. A few young red potatoes and... something else... would be good.
I would also like testing the wattage on various fans. To see what really is the least expensive to run. I suspect the fans within the acs eat the most juice, but I may be totally wrong. I have three standing fans and two floor models to test, plus the two ac fans. No use testing ac, as they won't be doing much cooling, and even if they did, that isn't needed or probably wanted. As well, I may begin sealing doors and windows in various ways and installing added security features and locks. It all feels insubstantial, but I am nearly three hundred pounds of disciplined yet feral strength. It would need to be well embeded iron or plate steel, on similar or in security concrete for me not to flex tings. Imagine a three hundred pound bear, with a human-like brain, hungry, believing there is a big ball of honey on the other side. It's... always... hungry.
I cheated yesterday. Pasta. With more of that pork, ghee, and some diced fresh tomato. My so bad I'll finish it today. Still got blood sugar to 133 three hours later. Yeah, but it was delicious. I have to actually cheat at least monthly, sometimes every other month, sometimes twice a month. After today, back on the chain gang. If I could afford steaks, I would use those as my cheatmeals. They are so far out of my grasp at this point I have stopped looking. Even beef ribs are a rarity. So little for so much.
Well, that pasta, just with tomato and butter. Later.
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Not good or bad. Yet. Sleep was about perfect. Why my feet aren't freezing, ten degrees cooler, I can't say. It was 61° at waking, with one fan going, for fresh air. It was 66° downstairs, as per the furnace setting. It looks like it rained last night, some hours ago. Lots of rain, and cool temperatures... this summer.
I can't remember when I went to bed. I would guess, almost certainly, a bit after fifteen hundred but well before seventeen hundred. I looked, several times, while going to bed. I realized the time had not stuck in memory. So, once settled, I attempted to ascertain the time, but could not for the life of me roll, find the clock, and gain that data. I woke right around four thirty.
Today? Back to the list. It is a bit shorter. Dishes, vacuuming, folding laundry, a shower, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning the stove, oven, and counters. Uhrm, not, probably, all of that today. But, if I can get going, a good half to three quarters? Maybe. The bathroom stuff, counters, and stove top would be enough. More would be gravy. I'll thaw meat... chicken drummies and corned beef. That should last a week. I have fresh cabbage. A few young red potatoes and... something else... would be good.
I would also like testing the wattage on various fans. To see what really is the least expensive to run. I suspect the fans within the acs eat the most juice, but I may be totally wrong. I have three standing fans and two floor models to test, plus the two ac fans. No use testing ac, as they won't be doing much cooling, and even if they did, that isn't needed or probably wanted. As well, I may begin sealing doors and windows in various ways and installing added security features and locks. It all feels insubstantial, but I am nearly three hundred pounds of disciplined yet feral strength. It would need to be well embeded iron or plate steel, on similar or in security concrete for me not to flex tings. Imagine a three hundred pound bear, with a human-like brain, hungry, believing there is a big ball of honey on the other side. It's... always... hungry.
I cheated yesterday. Pasta. With more of that pork, ghee, and some diced fresh tomato. My so bad I'll finish it today. Still got blood sugar to 133 three hours later. Yeah, but it was delicious. I have to actually cheat at least monthly, sometimes every other month, sometimes twice a month. After today, back on the chain gang. If I could afford steaks, I would use those as my cheatmeals. They are so far out of my grasp at this point I have stopped looking. Even beef ribs are a rarity. So little for so much.
Well, that pasta, just with tomato and butter. Later.
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Hit a roadblock.
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Cool and dark. It got up to 50°, that I saw, but is back down to 46°. Rain has stopped, for several hours. My lack of work isn't from pain or illness, it's the darkness. If pain is creeping back in. Head and neck, for no good reason. I may try to manage, or just let it go? Never am sure which way to go.
I did put the sprouts were they would get any sun possible. Something does get through even a thick overcast. Though the sill area is cold. I am not sure how the two balance for or against growth. I keep checking to no real good. It is something to do. Hmm, I should probably turn one of the fans off upstairs. I like keeping one going at all times.
Hungry. Dinner shortly. Then to the ducks and girls. Food, water, litter, else. I didn't think to let the ducks out yesterday. Not because of the weather, they might enjoy that. I just wonder about increased risk of predation. I may let them out today. I think it's good for them, unless they are killed.
I have ordered parts to allow the computer to operate. Monday, I am told. I ordered several sorts, different brands, in case one doesn't work. I have found it just works out better. And, if they all work, other projects are possible. I might find the laptops, see about power cords, strip them of junk windows os, and install linux.
I need to find my phone. I... think it has been lost for a... while? Days? Anyway.
I am hoping to get some work today. After food and time to digest that. Later.
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Cool and dark. It got up to 50°, that I saw, but is back down to 46°. Rain has stopped, for several hours. My lack of work isn't from pain or illness, it's the darkness. If pain is creeping back in. Head and neck, for no good reason. I may try to manage, or just let it go? Never am sure which way to go.
I did put the sprouts were they would get any sun possible. Something does get through even a thick overcast. Though the sill area is cold. I am not sure how the two balance for or against growth. I keep checking to no real good. It is something to do. Hmm, I should probably turn one of the fans off upstairs. I like keeping one going at all times.
Hungry. Dinner shortly. Then to the ducks and girls. Food, water, litter, else. I didn't think to let the ducks out yesterday. Not because of the weather, they might enjoy that. I just wonder about increased risk of predation. I may let them out today. I think it's good for them, unless they are killed.
I have ordered parts to allow the computer to operate. Monday, I am told. I ordered several sorts, different brands, in case one doesn't work. I have found it just works out better. And, if they all work, other projects are possible. I might find the laptops, see about power cords, strip them of junk windows os, and install linux.
I need to find my phone. I... think it has been lost for a... while? Days? Anyway.
I am hoping to get some work today. After food and time to digest that. Later.
Up and okay.
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Still just a bit tired. I can't remember when I tumbled into bed? Between 14:00 and 16:00, I am almost certain. I woke at two, precisely. I... sat, looking at the clock for three minutes. I don't think I blinked, or thought. I could have stayed there much longer. Or I could have gone on back to sleep. I decided to rouse and wake, was able, so did so.
It read 64° upstairs, and indicated the same downstairs. Downstairs read 66°, which I trust as three thermometers read that and the thermostat is set to it. An hour and nearly a slow half hour later, I finally checked outside. Raining heavily and right at 40°. To be honest, I am surprised it isn't snowing. I haven't 'seen' that lately. It's just... it wouldn't surprise me... it could, might, fit.
I have reacclimated to the cool. A temperature of 64° is actually a warmer temperature, for upstairs. Only seen that warm or warmer from late spring to early fall, or four to five months a year. Usually. June 17th, is it? It should be difficult to get it down to 68°, even 70°, by this time. Oh, and yes, it rained much of yesterday and last night. I have some concern for flooding. Not... neighborhood, locally, probably, more regionally.
Assuming wuhan virus has any validity, one has to wonder why the left would encourage mass riots? They are the party which worships death, from abortion to forcing china virus patients back into nursing homes. Medicine was insane before that, and hand in hand with lawyers and the courts as seen with the end of religious rights in America at the scotus, all are pushing against what is biblically true.
Are they trying to eliminate a lot of blacks and browns. Letting them do it to themselves? As with slavery through debt, it is easier to deny culpability by giving impossible choices to fools, then claiming you were just trying to be nice, or fair, perhaps righteous. Not that they could stop all of it, but they could cool things and not send the fib's flying monkey troupes, blm and antifa, to stir and encourage.
As well as supporting from corporate, to broadcast, to political. Do you really think any of those solid white corporate headquarters, publishers, or dem party, or slave hiring companies like Nike, give a flying fuck about a herd population of knuckle-dragging dead-enders? The trough they are feeding from in the riots is too easy, was bankrupt anyway. It is poison. Let them enjoy, for a while. Maybe there is a decisive deepstate.
Today? If I can get going, back to the list. A trim shortly. I did set up the dehydrator baskets. So a run through dishes. I should be able to finish kitchen dishes. A shower in there. Then to scouring the bathroom. I may see about moving the shower curtain, and repairing the wall behind it. Yea, I... will try to work, create, do, today. Later.
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Still just a bit tired. I can't remember when I tumbled into bed? Between 14:00 and 16:00, I am almost certain. I woke at two, precisely. I... sat, looking at the clock for three minutes. I don't think I blinked, or thought. I could have stayed there much longer. Or I could have gone on back to sleep. I decided to rouse and wake, was able, so did so.
It read 64° upstairs, and indicated the same downstairs. Downstairs read 66°, which I trust as three thermometers read that and the thermostat is set to it. An hour and nearly a slow half hour later, I finally checked outside. Raining heavily and right at 40°. To be honest, I am surprised it isn't snowing. I haven't 'seen' that lately. It's just... it wouldn't surprise me... it could, might, fit.
I have reacclimated to the cool. A temperature of 64° is actually a warmer temperature, for upstairs. Only seen that warm or warmer from late spring to early fall, or four to five months a year. Usually. June 17th, is it? It should be difficult to get it down to 68°, even 70°, by this time. Oh, and yes, it rained much of yesterday and last night. I have some concern for flooding. Not... neighborhood, locally, probably, more regionally.
Assuming wuhan virus has any validity, one has to wonder why the left would encourage mass riots? They are the party which worships death, from abortion to forcing china virus patients back into nursing homes. Medicine was insane before that, and hand in hand with lawyers and the courts as seen with the end of religious rights in America at the scotus, all are pushing against what is biblically true.
Are they trying to eliminate a lot of blacks and browns. Letting them do it to themselves? As with slavery through debt, it is easier to deny culpability by giving impossible choices to fools, then claiming you were just trying to be nice, or fair, perhaps righteous. Not that they could stop all of it, but they could cool things and not send the fib's flying monkey troupes, blm and antifa, to stir and encourage.
As well as supporting from corporate, to broadcast, to political. Do you really think any of those solid white corporate headquarters, publishers, or dem party, or slave hiring companies like Nike, give a flying fuck about a herd population of knuckle-dragging dead-enders? The trough they are feeding from in the riots is too easy, was bankrupt anyway. It is poison. Let them enjoy, for a while. Maybe there is a decisive deepstate.
Today? If I can get going, back to the list. A trim shortly. I did set up the dehydrator baskets. So a run through dishes. I should be able to finish kitchen dishes. A shower in there. Then to scouring the bathroom. I may see about moving the shower curtain, and repairing the wall behind it. Yea, I... will try to work, create, do, today. Later.
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Not a bad run.
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A reasonable run, if nearly impossible. I kept going. All the dishes, including breakfast dishes, are washed and soaking again. Except what doesn't fit. A few pans. A counter and half were cleaned too. Trash and recycling, plus a final litter clearing, and all out. A shower, if I forgot to trim my beard. When dry, that will be managed.
Breakfast was excellent. I diced a few slices from the superior pork roast, sliced green olives, added cheese and whole raw cream, fluffed well, and baked for thirty five at 385° F. Remember, altitude requires a bit more, usually. I let it go another nearly ten minutes.
It just, to my mind and senses, didn't seem done. So I shut the oven off, opened the door, and let it set in there for another ten minutes. I quartered the only avocado nearly ripe, carving one quarter into three pieces as a side. Fresh chives were divied into coins for on top. And a few slices of tomato were diced as an additional garnish. All the fuss paid off. To my preferences, that was perfect. The rest of the tomato was diced and stored.
That is one of the best meals, as with the pork roast, I have had in a very long while. No biscuits, that was too ambitious with all else. Hmm, gravy, some meat, and biscuits sounds excellent. I may try to add hussle and get biscuits made ahead of time, except for the baking. Pancakes too. Do those the night before. Different nights of course.
It is still raining and still 46° outside. It is 69° in the main, 66°up front... baking warmed the place. I'll bet upstairs is 66° or close, cooler if anything. I wasn't feeling tired when I sat down to write. I certainly am now. Vacuuming, folding, the rest of the counters, dishes of all sorts, and all other proposals have been moved to tomorrow. Nearly tunnel vision sort of tired.
Still, not a complaint. I did well. Impossibly well. I enjoyed the work. It didn't feel like work. It was absolutely effortless. That is how life once was. Now it's a few days a year. What a joy, gift. If I could do this every day I would... though then I would need to figure out how to get a camel through the eye of the needle. Okay, in real terms... I actually like it in these current shoes. Some don't understand, some never will.
It's bedtime. After a bit to drink, then when I can get up. Cold tea really hits the spot. So amazingly exhausted all of a sudden. Good night.
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A reasonable run, if nearly impossible. I kept going. All the dishes, including breakfast dishes, are washed and soaking again. Except what doesn't fit. A few pans. A counter and half were cleaned too. Trash and recycling, plus a final litter clearing, and all out. A shower, if I forgot to trim my beard. When dry, that will be managed.
Breakfast was excellent. I diced a few slices from the superior pork roast, sliced green olives, added cheese and whole raw cream, fluffed well, and baked for thirty five at 385° F. Remember, altitude requires a bit more, usually. I let it go another nearly ten minutes.
It just, to my mind and senses, didn't seem done. So I shut the oven off, opened the door, and let it set in there for another ten minutes. I quartered the only avocado nearly ripe, carving one quarter into three pieces as a side. Fresh chives were divied into coins for on top. And a few slices of tomato were diced as an additional garnish. All the fuss paid off. To my preferences, that was perfect. The rest of the tomato was diced and stored.
That is one of the best meals, as with the pork roast, I have had in a very long while. No biscuits, that was too ambitious with all else. Hmm, gravy, some meat, and biscuits sounds excellent. I may try to add hussle and get biscuits made ahead of time, except for the baking. Pancakes too. Do those the night before. Different nights of course.
It is still raining and still 46° outside. It is 69° in the main, 66°up front... baking warmed the place. I'll bet upstairs is 66° or close, cooler if anything. I wasn't feeling tired when I sat down to write. I certainly am now. Vacuuming, folding, the rest of the counters, dishes of all sorts, and all other proposals have been moved to tomorrow. Nearly tunnel vision sort of tired.
Still, not a complaint. I did well. Impossibly well. I enjoyed the work. It didn't feel like work. It was absolutely effortless. That is how life once was. Now it's a few days a year. What a joy, gift. If I could do this every day I would... though then I would need to figure out how to get a camel through the eye of the needle. Okay, in real terms... I actually like it in these current shoes. Some don't understand, some never will.
It's bedtime. After a bit to drink, then when I can get up. Cold tea really hits the spot. So amazingly exhausted all of a sudden. Good night.
A very good beginning.
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It took a while to get going. A bit of reading, considering, and waking. I keep trying to figure a few things out. One thing that has been on my mind since moving here was a clothesline. Metal or wooden, cemented in, but with a pulley system. The details, particular hardware, my finances (if, I am suspecting, through thievery most close), and tools, were all lacking or swimming through my thoughts as a school of fish through my grasp.
I... think I have what is needed, save a few pieces of hardware, and a stolen extended breaker bar... iron staff or beam more like. I can get that, after getting my garage sealed. A broken window, or locks, will clue me to find what is gone, and file an insurance claim and criminal complaint. One $50-$70 tool? I wish it was just that. Hundreds, probably thousands.
I added a few more security parts to the door. More soon, more arriving, more in the basket. Not all of it is singular, or simply obvious. A whole window sealed in plastic acts as both weather-proofing and as a signal of entry. As I said, b&e is as simple as breaking glass... currently. I might be able to change some of that, but definitely not all of it. And, ten, one inch eye bolts, driven into a door, a bit of steel cable, and a tow truck, will easily defeat anything I could put up... assuming a lot of bulletproofing or lots of accurate incoming firepower on their part. Defense is eventually a losing bet.
After, I set up dishes, most of them? Then reset sprouts, while starting a new batch, with the fresh seeds which arrived yesterday. I finally got the bins, trash and recycling, bagged. I then collected trash and recycling. I will get one bag of each out yet today, which will be everything. Small bags, but it's... the smell. Litter was hit in there too.
Now, to get a shower. Then one last use of the big tub, for... not exactly dishes... the dehydrator baskets need cleaning. Too large for the sink, any of them. It will be an easy, fast, light task. A trim before a shower. Perhaps a shave after? I will try to get to even that. Things are chugging right along, amazingly. I'll go for as long as possible.
It was 46° before dawn. Cloudy. Well after daybreak and not only is it still dark, overcast, but it was raining last I checked. Up to 48°, for whatever that is worth. Odd how sometimes the weather crashes my systems, other times it does nothing, and sometimes it jacks the gig into overdrive. Oh, I should start that omelette casserole. A treat, well earned. Cheese, sliced green olives, carnitas, and...? Later.
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It took a while to get going. A bit of reading, considering, and waking. I keep trying to figure a few things out. One thing that has been on my mind since moving here was a clothesline. Metal or wooden, cemented in, but with a pulley system. The details, particular hardware, my finances (if, I am suspecting, through thievery most close), and tools, were all lacking or swimming through my thoughts as a school of fish through my grasp.
I... think I have what is needed, save a few pieces of hardware, and a stolen extended breaker bar... iron staff or beam more like. I can get that, after getting my garage sealed. A broken window, or locks, will clue me to find what is gone, and file an insurance claim and criminal complaint. One $50-$70 tool? I wish it was just that. Hundreds, probably thousands.
I added a few more security parts to the door. More soon, more arriving, more in the basket. Not all of it is singular, or simply obvious. A whole window sealed in plastic acts as both weather-proofing and as a signal of entry. As I said, b&e is as simple as breaking glass... currently. I might be able to change some of that, but definitely not all of it. And, ten, one inch eye bolts, driven into a door, a bit of steel cable, and a tow truck, will easily defeat anything I could put up... assuming a lot of bulletproofing or lots of accurate incoming firepower on their part. Defense is eventually a losing bet.
After, I set up dishes, most of them? Then reset sprouts, while starting a new batch, with the fresh seeds which arrived yesterday. I finally got the bins, trash and recycling, bagged. I then collected trash and recycling. I will get one bag of each out yet today, which will be everything. Small bags, but it's... the smell. Litter was hit in there too.
Now, to get a shower. Then one last use of the big tub, for... not exactly dishes... the dehydrator baskets need cleaning. Too large for the sink, any of them. It will be an easy, fast, light task. A trim before a shower. Perhaps a shave after? I will try to get to even that. Things are chugging right along, amazingly. I'll go for as long as possible.
It was 46° before dawn. Cloudy. Well after daybreak and not only is it still dark, overcast, but it was raining last I checked. Up to 48°, for whatever that is worth. Odd how sometimes the weather crashes my systems, other times it does nothing, and sometimes it jacks the gig into overdrive. Oh, I should start that omelette casserole. A treat, well earned. Cheese, sliced green olives, carnitas, and...? Later.
Not brutal, not good.
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Bloat? Feels like it. Midsection and internals are ginger. I don't mean red. Shoulders are sore, muscles, ligaments, tendons? Whatever can be felt does hurt. It is all mild, top to midsection, but with enough volume to have produced a stress headache while I slept. Further a migraine is trying to open shop above my left brow. But , I actually think I may be otherwise more awake and able.
What to do? Treat the pain as possible, fix something to eat... the migraine nausea can almost always be eased by the right foods, and begin planning as I wake. If exhaustion reasserts, to the point of stopping action, an immediate sleep, rather than drifting through insomnia, will end in a short hard nap, offering my best opportunity at work. I can't always remember, then do, these things. They don't always work. But when pressed... I... need to get back to work.
All dishes, folding the last of the laundry, all the counters, dicing at least one tomato, a baked omelette, a shower, cleaning the bathroom, trimming the beard to as close to nubs as possible making way for a shave soon, and vacuuming the open living room then taking the vacuum back upstairs to hit up there again soon. I want baking powder, to sprinkle the carpets with upstairs first. I used to have half a dozen boxes in storage... gone. I had thought of adding diatomacious earth. I don't have bugs, but... that would keep else from considering a move. Actually, dusting after the vacuuming would be more efficacious in that regard. Food grade, no risk to us critters.
I woke a bit before dusk, just enough to let the ducks in. Not only is it good for them to be out, it is drying out their pen. If Boss would return my equipment, I could empty their pen one of these mornings or nights, and freshen, plus adding clean hay. Need the wheelbarrow. I think they are attempting to nest again, it just... It's too messy. I will just collect eggs... though... I could try to incubate? Hmm...
As the place is getting cleared and cleaned, solutions to old vexing difficulties are being found. They haven't all been found, or if found arrived, or if arrived been implemented, but... Everything from missing items leading to security devices and procedures, to a cutting board holder, and into other troubles never solved because clutter took over before solutions were found then seen through. Was clutter the problem, or the lack of solutions (and willingness to toss)? As I open, clean, and sort, I am trying to solve problems and storage issues as I go. Everything has to have a place, or be let go. Otherwise insanity ensues.
Well, the plan, some ideas, aspirin first. And setting up the rest of my medicines. Not hungry, nauseous, but an slice of omelette should fix that. It was 70° upstairs, downstairs in the main and front room, 60° outside. I've opened things, for what good it will do. It feels a rather warm 70°? Strangely, and somehow, yes. Later.
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Bloat? Feels like it. Midsection and internals are ginger. I don't mean red. Shoulders are sore, muscles, ligaments, tendons? Whatever can be felt does hurt. It is all mild, top to midsection, but with enough volume to have produced a stress headache while I slept. Further a migraine is trying to open shop above my left brow. But , I actually think I may be otherwise more awake and able.
What to do? Treat the pain as possible, fix something to eat... the migraine nausea can almost always be eased by the right foods, and begin planning as I wake. If exhaustion reasserts, to the point of stopping action, an immediate sleep, rather than drifting through insomnia, will end in a short hard nap, offering my best opportunity at work. I can't always remember, then do, these things. They don't always work. But when pressed... I... need to get back to work.
All dishes, folding the last of the laundry, all the counters, dicing at least one tomato, a baked omelette, a shower, cleaning the bathroom, trimming the beard to as close to nubs as possible making way for a shave soon, and vacuuming the open living room then taking the vacuum back upstairs to hit up there again soon. I want baking powder, to sprinkle the carpets with upstairs first. I used to have half a dozen boxes in storage... gone. I had thought of adding diatomacious earth. I don't have bugs, but... that would keep else from considering a move. Actually, dusting after the vacuuming would be more efficacious in that regard. Food grade, no risk to us critters.
I woke a bit before dusk, just enough to let the ducks in. Not only is it good for them to be out, it is drying out their pen. If Boss would return my equipment, I could empty their pen one of these mornings or nights, and freshen, plus adding clean hay. Need the wheelbarrow. I think they are attempting to nest again, it just... It's too messy. I will just collect eggs... though... I could try to incubate? Hmm...
As the place is getting cleared and cleaned, solutions to old vexing difficulties are being found. They haven't all been found, or if found arrived, or if arrived been implemented, but... Everything from missing items leading to security devices and procedures, to a cutting board holder, and into other troubles never solved because clutter took over before solutions were found then seen through. Was clutter the problem, or the lack of solutions (and willingness to toss)? As I open, clean, and sort, I am trying to solve problems and storage issues as I go. Everything has to have a place, or be let go. Otherwise insanity ensues.
Well, the plan, some ideas, aspirin first. And setting up the rest of my medicines. Not hungry, nauseous, but an slice of omelette should fix that. It was 70° upstairs, downstairs in the main and front room, 60° outside. I've opened things, for what good it will do. It feels a rather warm 70°? Strangely, and somehow, yes. Later.
Monday, June 15, 2020
Oh well.
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Breakfast didn't turn out well. Overcooked the carnitas. The eggs were good. Still, a warm meal was good. I have more carnitas for the baked omelette. With cheese, a bit more seasoning, and chives, it should be better. I might even make keto biscuits. I haven't tried it, but I purchased carbquik... a low carb version of bisquik? Similar.
Now, this stuff gets mixed reviews, at best. However, if you read the instructions, for what is essentially a flour replacement, low marks make sense. So I went looking for someone with experience cooking and baking, who would... do it right. I wish I could embed her videos. Her vids are Debbie's Back Porch, and the ones I saw were biscuits, pancakes, frybread, and chicken batter.
She says at least the pancakes are so alike you won't notice, but most are a bit off. I'd bet money these are a ton better than stock recipes, and perhaps she is being modest. I'll find out soon. I'll be doing the biscuits tomorrow, and maybe the pancakes the day after. Even as a replacement, you can't have this very often. A few times a week, max. I am excited.
The ducks are out, and happily. I left the water running for just a bit. I don't know if I will get to more, but I will try to be awake for a while longer. A few more to five more hours, if possible. I am trying to sort out days and nights. Bleh. And food, chores, life, and else. I have to be up to put let them in the hutch before dark is all. Later.
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Breakfast didn't turn out well. Overcooked the carnitas. The eggs were good. Still, a warm meal was good. I have more carnitas for the baked omelette. With cheese, a bit more seasoning, and chives, it should be better. I might even make keto biscuits. I haven't tried it, but I purchased carbquik... a low carb version of bisquik? Similar.
Now, this stuff gets mixed reviews, at best. However, if you read the instructions, for what is essentially a flour replacement, low marks make sense. So I went looking for someone with experience cooking and baking, who would... do it right. I wish I could embed her videos. Her vids are Debbie's Back Porch, and the ones I saw were biscuits, pancakes, frybread, and chicken batter.
She says at least the pancakes are so alike you won't notice, but most are a bit off. I'd bet money these are a ton better than stock recipes, and perhaps she is being modest. I'll find out soon. I'll be doing the biscuits tomorrow, and maybe the pancakes the day after. Even as a replacement, you can't have this very often. A few times a week, max. I am excited.
The ducks are out, and happily. I left the water running for just a bit. I don't know if I will get to more, but I will try to be awake for a while longer. A few more to five more hours, if possible. I am trying to sort out days and nights. Bleh. And food, chores, life, and else. I have to be up to put let them in the hutch before dark is all. Later.
Not... no.
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I did work with the android. I looked over the pc. I realized I had no card reader for the play station. Nothing worked out. I do know where to go to get what I need to download, and various ways to use the various downloads. I may have it downloaded... somewhere. Perhaps. But... I haven't found the file, so either I didn't get it or the filing system... is too alien for a simple check.
Okay. I went back over it, found where to check files, not just file memory, so attempted to download again. Both to the card and to internal memory. It did something weird, but definitely didn't download a zip or image. Or it isn't showing up as such. What I need for the computer is an x-pin to hdmi cable. Always something.
Anyway, after the first attempt I took a break, had a meal, but couldn't get going again until a bit ago. I am working on carnitas. I will either, after finishing them, fry a few eggs to go with some of them, or then do an omelette casserole. Probably just with a few eggs this morning. It was 42° well after sunrise this morning. At 8:00 it is 50° F.
I am hoping it warms in a bit, so as to let the ducks out. I am sure this weather isn't an issue for them, usually. But the fluxuations might be as difficult on them as me. I want to care for them as is possible. As to rabbits, I am pretty sure I haved decided on the rexes.
Yeah. I just need this and part of next month to afford, build, and install the cages. I could do that immediately, but... not willing to press finances. And it is looking more and more like no more money is coming in. I would like to see them soon, make a few choices, even put some money down on them. Required cages size is a part of my consideration. I wouldn't start with husbandry until September or October anyway. I am thinking only two litters a year? Maybe three.
I am hoping dinner... or breakfast really, sort of... will get me ready to work. A shower, the few dishes left, and work in the bathroom. I failed to get the bins bagged and trash out. Maybe bagging a bin a day until done? I can't do all of them at once, which is why that didn't get done. Yea, break it up.
Best get ready to check the carnitas and get going with breakfast. I will only crisp what I will be using immediately. The rest will cool and get stored confit style, packed in the cooking fat and lard. If you can't go the easy sausage way, this isn't a bad alternative. It only gets tastier over time. Later.
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I did work with the android. I looked over the pc. I realized I had no card reader for the play station. Nothing worked out. I do know where to go to get what I need to download, and various ways to use the various downloads. I may have it downloaded... somewhere. Perhaps. But... I haven't found the file, so either I didn't get it or the filing system... is too alien for a simple check.
Okay. I went back over it, found where to check files, not just file memory, so attempted to download again. Both to the card and to internal memory. It did something weird, but definitely didn't download a zip or image. Or it isn't showing up as such. What I need for the computer is an x-pin to hdmi cable. Always something.
Anyway, after the first attempt I took a break, had a meal, but couldn't get going again until a bit ago. I am working on carnitas. I will either, after finishing them, fry a few eggs to go with some of them, or then do an omelette casserole. Probably just with a few eggs this morning. It was 42° well after sunrise this morning. At 8:00 it is 50° F.
I am hoping it warms in a bit, so as to let the ducks out. I am sure this weather isn't an issue for them, usually. But the fluxuations might be as difficult on them as me. I want to care for them as is possible. As to rabbits, I am pretty sure I haved decided on the rexes.
Yeah. I just need this and part of next month to afford, build, and install the cages. I could do that immediately, but... not willing to press finances. And it is looking more and more like no more money is coming in. I would like to see them soon, make a few choices, even put some money down on them. Required cages size is a part of my consideration. I wouldn't start with husbandry until September or October anyway. I am thinking only two litters a year? Maybe three.
I am hoping dinner... or breakfast really, sort of... will get me ready to work. A shower, the few dishes left, and work in the bathroom. I failed to get the bins bagged and trash out. Maybe bagging a bin a day until done? I can't do all of them at once, which is why that didn't get done. Yea, break it up.
Best get ready to check the carnitas and get going with breakfast. I will only crisp what I will be using immediately. The rest will cool and get stored confit style, packed in the cooking fat and lard. If you can't go the easy sausage way, this isn't a bad alternative. It only gets tastier over time. Later.
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Such generous sleep.
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Generous? Crushing? I didn't sleep as I suspected I would. I was awake until 14:30... IF memory serves. I am pretty sure. Then I slept to 21:30 to 22:00. Sam was hungry. If using ac, I close up shop. But with it 70° outside, inside, and 68° upstairs, I just went with two fans and an open door. It didn't look to be warming outside.
It was 68° upstairs, 70° downstairs, and 58° outside at the crack of dusk, probably a wee after, when waking. The girls have been fed, the ducks will be shortly. Not a great schedule, but it's what I can do. Litter, bagging, and trash out. I have been sleeping so much that I have produced very little trash. Still, out!
I am going to figure out how to download one or several OS's for the various raspberry pi's, along with some specific programs, apps, or such... for various apps. An unused computer, a game console, and a smart phone, all with different and partially gimp issues. Actually, I am hoping to figure it all on each. Redundancy.
No, I do not integrate my systems. Never have. Convenient? Sure! So is not locking your house or auto, going with password as your password, and answering any question without regard to safety or security. If integrated, and one thing is cracked or fails... not how I work. Keep them separated.
If I get frustrated with mind work, I can always work on the bathroom. And I have good food ready to eat. Oh, I was happily surprised there weren't any limits on purchases, at the store I was in. I was expecting it. Still, I try to limit my shopping to a few packages per item, if price was incentive enough for some of it. Though hardware and grocery stores all had things just... not there. Large empty spaces. Just not what I was seeking.
My mother called. She is changing her medicine. Unilaterally. All good. Ultimately we are responsible, doctors are informed employees... if always looking to make a buck and dependent on specialists, pharmacists, drug makers, and lawyers who are all also trying to make bucks while scratching each others' backs. We have to watch out for ourselves. They don't, necessarily.
She is holding off hip surgery to find out what the back doctor has to say. As, according to the hip specialist, that is where her pain is emanating. She has had two major back surgeries. They have done all they can for that. Ugh. She is holding off surgery until the back specialist and winter. Recovery is so much easier in the winter.
I told her, if she wanted, I would stay with her. She almost started crying, silly goose. It'll be a bit complicated, but... I have been there for those usually. I'm not perfect, but I do okay. Getting help with a few things, but being there to give meds or help as needed... I am not perfect, but I actually do okay. Perhaps having a few people lined up to bring a few meals each week. Perhaps even help with housecleaning, a once a week thing. I'm just not good at some things. But I am strong enough and gentle enough to help her move, walk, roll, or such. I'll even get her jelly cookies.
Hmm? I don't know. Only a bite to eat in a bit, then on to it. Later.
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Generous? Crushing? I didn't sleep as I suspected I would. I was awake until 14:30... IF memory serves. I am pretty sure. Then I slept to 21:30 to 22:00. Sam was hungry. If using ac, I close up shop. But with it 70° outside, inside, and 68° upstairs, I just went with two fans and an open door. It didn't look to be warming outside.
It was 68° upstairs, 70° downstairs, and 58° outside at the crack of dusk, probably a wee after, when waking. The girls have been fed, the ducks will be shortly. Not a great schedule, but it's what I can do. Litter, bagging, and trash out. I have been sleeping so much that I have produced very little trash. Still, out!
I am going to figure out how to download one or several OS's for the various raspberry pi's, along with some specific programs, apps, or such... for various apps. An unused computer, a game console, and a smart phone, all with different and partially gimp issues. Actually, I am hoping to figure it all on each. Redundancy.
No, I do not integrate my systems. Never have. Convenient? Sure! So is not locking your house or auto, going with password as your password, and answering any question without regard to safety or security. If integrated, and one thing is cracked or fails... not how I work. Keep them separated.
If I get frustrated with mind work, I can always work on the bathroom. And I have good food ready to eat. Oh, I was happily surprised there weren't any limits on purchases, at the store I was in. I was expecting it. Still, I try to limit my shopping to a few packages per item, if price was incentive enough for some of it. Though hardware and grocery stores all had things just... not there. Large empty spaces. Just not what I was seeking.
My mother called. She is changing her medicine. Unilaterally. All good. Ultimately we are responsible, doctors are informed employees... if always looking to make a buck and dependent on specialists, pharmacists, drug makers, and lawyers who are all also trying to make bucks while scratching each others' backs. We have to watch out for ourselves. They don't, necessarily.
She is holding off hip surgery to find out what the back doctor has to say. As, according to the hip specialist, that is where her pain is emanating. She has had two major back surgeries. They have done all they can for that. Ugh. She is holding off surgery until the back specialist and winter. Recovery is so much easier in the winter.
I told her, if she wanted, I would stay with her. She almost started crying, silly goose. It'll be a bit complicated, but... I have been there for those usually. I'm not perfect, but I do okay. Getting help with a few things, but being there to give meds or help as needed... I am not perfect, but I actually do okay. Perhaps having a few people lined up to bring a few meals each week. Perhaps even help with housecleaning, a once a week thing. I'm just not good at some things. But I am strong enough and gentle enough to help her move, walk, roll, or such. I'll even get her jelly cookies.
Hmm? I don't know. Only a bite to eat in a bit, then on to it. Later.
No sleep.
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It wasn't available. The temperature has read 70° to 71° in here, but it feels quite cold. At 7:30, it was 45° outside. At a quarter after nine, it is 58°. Very strange weather. Beyond the cool, the air feels thin. Thinner than usual. At 4.5k altitude, it has always felt thin. This feels much higher. Less stuff in the air from China? The odder things get, the more I suspect.
Of course, they were slaving their environment as well as their people, for Western bittens and bows. But there were bound to be repercussions. It isn't just them. India too. Is India still in lockdown? Last I heard, they were. I still don't believe lockdowns have anything to do with Wuhan virus, real or not.
It isn't pollution, either. It is the melt down after .gov and central banks stretching then destroying natural markets. Why do people buy, even to beyond their means? In part herd mentality. If that isn't as stupid as it seems. No, what is in the air is an economic collapse, created long ago, just being applied now in as controlled a manner as possible.
Often it is wise to go along with the herd until or unless you realize the source of danger or distress and then find a better path. Otherwise you find yourself all alone, facing bad odds. Oh, the best predators want total herd mentality. But the absolutely most vicious predators want weak herd mentality. In this case, saving money puts you in danger from banks and government predation. Spending all your money leaves you less opportunity, and at risk of predatory lending, but your money isn't rotting on the vine due to little interest and high inflation.
Money is financial death, if stocks are bankrupt. Between what companies are really bringing in, have out in stocks and else, plus company debt, none have any real chance at solvency. Remember when oil was selling for negative prices? That was a rip in the cloak, allowing you to see the bones of the truth. Have you heard that Hertz, in bankruptcy, is about to tender a $B in new stock... as a bankrupt entity! Yea.
This has nothing to do with a pandemic, the environment, or people. The economy has been a zombie, very possibly, since I was in high school. They have been trying to sort it out, but there wasn't a way. They keep trying, each attempt more ridiculous than the last. But they have kept things going, if wiping out various segments of business and banking as they go.
It is the cost of debt driven fiat currency. It has never worked. It always ends in disaster. Well, and it destroys every business which is involved. The reason they have kept it going so long is because every nation and company is enrolled. That won't save the systems. That is what lockdowns are about. They had to stop all the dumping of poorly advised spending, and debt, based on the destruction of the markets through easy financing.
That, my friends, is what is happening. As to global warming? Lets just say that myth was another failed attempt by globalists to send poisonous work overseas, and increase it's lethality, for various reasons. I am betting some of the globalists realized pollution was the only thing keeping the planet moderately warmer. It's not going to get better for a long time. Get a parka, a good one, and learn to dine on hunger and flavor. The choice won't always be yours. Later.
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It wasn't available. The temperature has read 70° to 71° in here, but it feels quite cold. At 7:30, it was 45° outside. At a quarter after nine, it is 58°. Very strange weather. Beyond the cool, the air feels thin. Thinner than usual. At 4.5k altitude, it has always felt thin. This feels much higher. Less stuff in the air from China? The odder things get, the more I suspect.
Of course, they were slaving their environment as well as their people, for Western bittens and bows. But there were bound to be repercussions. It isn't just them. India too. Is India still in lockdown? Last I heard, they were. I still don't believe lockdowns have anything to do with Wuhan virus, real or not.
It isn't pollution, either. It is the melt down after .gov and central banks stretching then destroying natural markets. Why do people buy, even to beyond their means? In part herd mentality. If that isn't as stupid as it seems. No, what is in the air is an economic collapse, created long ago, just being applied now in as controlled a manner as possible.
Often it is wise to go along with the herd until or unless you realize the source of danger or distress and then find a better path. Otherwise you find yourself all alone, facing bad odds. Oh, the best predators want total herd mentality. But the absolutely most vicious predators want weak herd mentality. In this case, saving money puts you in danger from banks and government predation. Spending all your money leaves you less opportunity, and at risk of predatory lending, but your money isn't rotting on the vine due to little interest and high inflation.
Money is financial death, if stocks are bankrupt. Between what companies are really bringing in, have out in stocks and else, plus company debt, none have any real chance at solvency. Remember when oil was selling for negative prices? That was a rip in the cloak, allowing you to see the bones of the truth. Have you heard that Hertz, in bankruptcy, is about to tender a $B in new stock... as a bankrupt entity! Yea.
This has nothing to do with a pandemic, the environment, or people. The economy has been a zombie, very possibly, since I was in high school. They have been trying to sort it out, but there wasn't a way. They keep trying, each attempt more ridiculous than the last. But they have kept things going, if wiping out various segments of business and banking as they go.
It is the cost of debt driven fiat currency. It has never worked. It always ends in disaster. Well, and it destroys every business which is involved. The reason they have kept it going so long is because every nation and company is enrolled. That won't save the systems. That is what lockdowns are about. They had to stop all the dumping of poorly advised spending, and debt, based on the destruction of the markets through easy financing.
That, my friends, is what is happening. As to global warming? Lets just say that myth was another failed attempt by globalists to send poisonous work overseas, and increase it's lethality, for various reasons. I am betting some of the globalists realized pollution was the only thing keeping the planet moderately warmer. It's not going to get better for a long time. Get a parka, a good one, and learn to dine on hunger and flavor. The choice won't always be yours. Later.
A very long sleep.
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I woke several times. Two? Three? Before being able to wake at 1:30ish. At 68° to 71°, it wasn't too hot or cold. Perhaps for the time of year, not sure if that matters? No weather system going through, showing in any real way. I can't tell you why, only that I had to work hard to get out of bed. I am not sure I will be awake for long.
I reset the radish sprouts. They are sprouting, but slowly. I have more, fresher seeds, on the way. I will be price checking locally, and for differing varieties. Just because it is hippie crap doesn't mean it is all crap. Since I can't keep a garden, this is as close as I get to fresh greens. Actually, it IS fresh greens, minus weeding, major watering systems, big planting ops, fertilizing, and being outdoors for hours a day. A garden is better, but beyond my flesh.
It just isn't traditional greens, or recent history traditional greens. I suspect cavemen, barbarians through the ages, and simple nomads, pilgrims, and settlers have lived on these, before storebought became the cargo cult of commerce and food, so that selfsustainability has become a culture sign of backwardness.
Dinner. That pork is seriously excellent. The fat and meat as butter on toast, melt and blend to perfection. As such, four to five ounces is easily enough. A few dishes put away, supper dishes to get a start shortly. I am probably going back to sleep in a bit. Leaving bagging, trash collection and removal, and the bathroom for tomorrow. Ugh. So very tired.
Good night, again.
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I woke several times. Two? Three? Before being able to wake at 1:30ish. At 68° to 71°, it wasn't too hot or cold. Perhaps for the time of year, not sure if that matters? No weather system going through, showing in any real way. I can't tell you why, only that I had to work hard to get out of bed. I am not sure I will be awake for long.
I reset the radish sprouts. They are sprouting, but slowly. I have more, fresher seeds, on the way. I will be price checking locally, and for differing varieties. Just because it is hippie crap doesn't mean it is all crap. Since I can't keep a garden, this is as close as I get to fresh greens. Actually, it IS fresh greens, minus weeding, major watering systems, big planting ops, fertilizing, and being outdoors for hours a day. A garden is better, but beyond my flesh.
It just isn't traditional greens, or recent history traditional greens. I suspect cavemen, barbarians through the ages, and simple nomads, pilgrims, and settlers have lived on these, before storebought became the cargo cult of commerce and food, so that selfsustainability has become a culture sign of backwardness.
Dinner. That pork is seriously excellent. The fat and meat as butter on toast, melt and blend to perfection. As such, four to five ounces is easily enough. A few dishes put away, supper dishes to get a start shortly. I am probably going back to sleep in a bit. Leaving bagging, trash collection and removal, and the bathroom for tomorrow. Ugh. So very tired.
Good night, again.
Saturday, June 13, 2020
A very good sleep.
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I am not quite sure I am staying awake. Sleep was very good, yesterday if a lighter work day than hoped was fantastic, and I am feeling quite well today. I just can't be certain I am able to stay awake. This is very unusual for me. Usually, when I wake, that is that. A bit frustrating. A minor annoyance.
I want to work. I want to get bins bagged, litter cleared, trash collected and out, then on to a shower and cleaning the bathroom. Oh, and cooking carnitas, the last bit for the week. I may have some of those fresh and hot on a salad when done. HUNGRY! The majority will be reserved for an baked omelette, though a small portion will be reserved for another salad later in the week. A pound of meat will be a part of about eight to ten light meals. I will work, if I am staying up, or when I get back up.
A... strange day. It is just 18:00, but only 72° outside. As well, it is 71° in the main, 75° up front, and was 71° upstairs, when I woke... with a fan and one ac going. It must not have gotten very warm today? It had begun hitting the eighties. Very strange to see it backtrack, again. A peculiar year. Summer almost has to eventually hit, just not quite yet... or today. Ah! That is why I am struggling. It cooled.
I almost wonder if China and India were allowed unfettered greenhouse gasses, and others such as fluorocarbons, to prove something right that globalists knew to be untrue. And, while it is untrue, unfettered explosive usage was having such a devastating local or regional effect, even communists were appalled at the human destruction taking place and that which was coming. They pulled the plug. The world is rethinking it's strategies for the way forward. Or their overlords did.
Look to what is remaining available and where it is coming from. Having a single globalist source for much, which is... oppositionally to the theory... required, isn't sustainable. Was the pandemic, real, natural, manmade, accidental, or intentional, an Achilles heel or a kill switch for the project? Some trains can only be stopped via derailment.
Anyway... I did review the rex versus new zealand rabbits. I am thinking, probably, so far, I am favoring the rex. The nz's get up to weight faster. And I am efficiency minded. But that isn't the complete consideration. I prefer to work with better natured animals. I might consider, soon or late, using the pelts. And... the eggs! What would Easter be without them! ;p Well, there are... other considerations, I just... back to bed.
Yes. Back to bed. Good night, again. Hopefully just a short nap. Ugh.
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I am not quite sure I am staying awake. Sleep was very good, yesterday if a lighter work day than hoped was fantastic, and I am feeling quite well today. I just can't be certain I am able to stay awake. This is very unusual for me. Usually, when I wake, that is that. A bit frustrating. A minor annoyance.
I want to work. I want to get bins bagged, litter cleared, trash collected and out, then on to a shower and cleaning the bathroom. Oh, and cooking carnitas, the last bit for the week. I may have some of those fresh and hot on a salad when done. HUNGRY! The majority will be reserved for an baked omelette, though a small portion will be reserved for another salad later in the week. A pound of meat will be a part of about eight to ten light meals. I will work, if I am staying up, or when I get back up.
A... strange day. It is just 18:00, but only 72° outside. As well, it is 71° in the main, 75° up front, and was 71° upstairs, when I woke... with a fan and one ac going. It must not have gotten very warm today? It had begun hitting the eighties. Very strange to see it backtrack, again. A peculiar year. Summer almost has to eventually hit, just not quite yet... or today. Ah! That is why I am struggling. It cooled.
I almost wonder if China and India were allowed unfettered greenhouse gasses, and others such as fluorocarbons, to prove something right that globalists knew to be untrue. And, while it is untrue, unfettered explosive usage was having such a devastating local or regional effect, even communists were appalled at the human destruction taking place and that which was coming. They pulled the plug. The world is rethinking it's strategies for the way forward. Or their overlords did.
Look to what is remaining available and where it is coming from. Having a single globalist source for much, which is... oppositionally to the theory... required, isn't sustainable. Was the pandemic, real, natural, manmade, accidental, or intentional, an Achilles heel or a kill switch for the project? Some trains can only be stopped via derailment.
Anyway... I did review the rex versus new zealand rabbits. I am thinking, probably, so far, I am favoring the rex. The nz's get up to weight faster. And I am efficiency minded. But that isn't the complete consideration. I prefer to work with better natured animals. I might consider, soon or late, using the pelts. And... the eggs! What would Easter be without them! ;p Well, there are... other considerations, I just... back to bed.
Yes. Back to bed. Good night, again. Hopefully just a short nap. Ugh.
More.
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Drying should be finished. If not, a quick final spin should fix it. The dishes were finished. As well, I got the lettuce, onions, and radishes finished and up. I will slice at least one tomato soon. Avocado will take a long while. After, brots, then pork roast, were cooked. I always discern roasts before purchase, but you never can tell, not perfectly. This particular roast, when opened, looked spectacular. Something about it suggested this would be... special. A once in a decade, perhaps lifetime, roast.
I cooked it with care. I added just the right herbs and spices, even salting with serious consideration. Pulling it before it reached the magic number. I tented it, allowing it to slowly reach that exact temperature. Each step being timed, and correctly. My aim was about as exact as could be. I let it cool further, so as not to drain so much, as this is for the week. You can't always tell from a few bites, especially fromthe ends of the roast. But going by experience, I would suggest this will be a truly exceptional roast. I only wish it had been more evident in the pakage. This roast is vastly superior very warm, and with roasted vegetables, and a (even keto) dessert. I am still excited to taste more.
A few other minor tasks. The cave has been closed up, except upstairs. It was 65° outside, last I looked. It got down to 55° through the night. It is up to 74° in the main area downstairs. I'm not sure about upstairs, though I best check. I'll be sleeping soon. I need it cool... upstairs was 68°? Oh, right, I was using the oven all night.
Not perfect. Not bad. I sure enjoyed the night. Some work done. A few good meals. Just... not bad. On to doing a few last things, then back to bed. God bless.
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Drying should be finished. If not, a quick final spin should fix it. The dishes were finished. As well, I got the lettuce, onions, and radishes finished and up. I will slice at least one tomato soon. Avocado will take a long while. After, brots, then pork roast, were cooked. I always discern roasts before purchase, but you never can tell, not perfectly. This particular roast, when opened, looked spectacular. Something about it suggested this would be... special. A once in a decade, perhaps lifetime, roast.
I cooked it with care. I added just the right herbs and spices, even salting with serious consideration. Pulling it before it reached the magic number. I tented it, allowing it to slowly reach that exact temperature. Each step being timed, and correctly. My aim was about as exact as could be. I let it cool further, so as not to drain so much, as this is for the week. You can't always tell from a few bites, especially fromthe ends of the roast. But going by experience, I would suggest this will be a truly exceptional roast. I only wish it had been more evident in the pakage. This roast is vastly superior very warm, and with roasted vegetables, and a (even keto) dessert. I am still excited to taste more.
A few other minor tasks. The cave has been closed up, except upstairs. It was 65° outside, last I looked. It got down to 55° through the night. It is up to 74° in the main area downstairs. I'm not sure about upstairs, though I best check. I'll be sleeping soon. I need it cool... upstairs was 68°? Oh, right, I was using the oven all night.
Not perfect. Not bad. I sure enjoyed the night. Some work done. A few good meals. Just... not bad. On to doing a few last things, then back to bed. God bless.
Scaling back the plans.
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It is a wonderful night. I am feeling good. I am also a bit worn from today.
The heat tore me apart. That was on top of a stretched day and a full (as I can get) working day. Not a single of those, or even any two, was too extreme. The combination was or neared what I term as excess. The sleep and cool helped. The night cool is helping. But I am well worn.
Now, I have and continue to, work. Dishes have been all washed, dried and put up or set to air dry, the last load of laundry is spinning, and a few other projects have been ongoing. But supper is needed so brots are going. However, there are only two projects I will push. First, to get the salad makings rinsed after the soak, dried, and put up. The other thing is bagging trash bins.
Other than, obviously, food, any other chore or project is extra. As I cook, I think. Some things have been sorely missed. I almost bought a number of things today, but was trying for even a weak modicum of brevity. Onions. Fresh. Vidalia, white, even more the humble yellow... though red goes well with salad. I would have dithered, been too picky, and still not purchased all... or any. I will make a list, small, precise, varied... capers, a bell pepper, onions, whole Cali garlic. The little things.
Oh, as to work, I will do those two things and just what else is possible. The same with the rest of the weekend. Little, brief, quiet, efforts. Only trash getting out will be the requirement for the rest of the weekend. If more is wanted. Perhaps cleaning the bathroom, but in small parts. All good. Oh, but cleaning the stove top and oven are the highest of the non-required tasks.
Still, all in all, a pleasant... very early morning. It is, some days, to just be alive. This is one of them. Later.
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It is a wonderful night. I am feeling good. I am also a bit worn from today.
The heat tore me apart. That was on top of a stretched day and a full (as I can get) working day. Not a single of those, or even any two, was too extreme. The combination was or neared what I term as excess. The sleep and cool helped. The night cool is helping. But I am well worn.
Now, I have and continue to, work. Dishes have been all washed, dried and put up or set to air dry, the last load of laundry is spinning, and a few other projects have been ongoing. But supper is needed so brots are going. However, there are only two projects I will push. First, to get the salad makings rinsed after the soak, dried, and put up. The other thing is bagging trash bins.
Other than, obviously, food, any other chore or project is extra. As I cook, I think. Some things have been sorely missed. I almost bought a number of things today, but was trying for even a weak modicum of brevity. Onions. Fresh. Vidalia, white, even more the humble yellow... though red goes well with salad. I would have dithered, been too picky, and still not purchased all... or any. I will make a list, small, precise, varied... capers, a bell pepper, onions, whole Cali garlic. The little things.
Oh, as to work, I will do those two things and just what else is possible. The same with the rest of the weekend. Little, brief, quiet, efforts. Only trash getting out will be the requirement for the rest of the weekend. If more is wanted. Perhaps cleaning the bathroom, but in small parts. All good. Oh, but cleaning the stove top and oven are the highest of the non-required tasks.
Still, all in all, a pleasant... very early morning. It is, some days, to just be alive. This is one of them. Later.
When did I crash?
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According to the phone it was probably between sixteen and sixteen thirty. I received a return call from one of the rabbit ranchers. It was a good conversations. It regarded the rabbit breed I was less inclined to consider, if in part due to ignorance. She was vastly more cordial in person. :p she does, and will, have rabbits available, currently and in the immediate future, but summers are off for breeding, so after the arriving lots, it will be a while.
Anyway, I want to research the breed. Rex. Another, pig latinized?, word for king? Her clarification was what I generally want in a rabbit, if she spoke right and true and if I heard what she actually said and understood corretly. From what I gathered, a reasonable meat rabbit, if a bit slow to grow, which is pleasant enough to be a pet?
A lot of caveats, but... those are the questions everyone needs to ask about every conversation and reading they do. We, too often, hear (read) what we want to hear (read), censor what is disfavored, inconvenient, or too complicated for one blink set understanding, and make assumptions about the data follow, lead, and speaker (writer) which truly isn't from the data. Leading it. Following it. Or turning the mere messenger into the prophet, or orginator, developer, actual author instead of merely the or an observer.
I did put the last load of laundry over, put the food away, and cleaned and soaked the lettuce, spring onion bunches, and radishes. As well, I left a few packs of meat out. I had wanted pork sausages, or ground pork. While most pork was reasonable, ground pork was terribly expensive, but I found slightly diced pork on a serious sale... easy carnitas!?! I think that is what they are called. That, brots, and the roast will all be cooked tonight, to last the week.
The carnitas will be made, most being added to an egg casserole. I... have heard of simple egg casseroles and baked omelettes. I am definitely an omelette guy! So I had to do a bit of digging as to the difference. After just the first vid on baked omelettes... just as I thought I failed to see, it hit me. Whipping. It is a matter of how long and well you beat the eggs. Gotcha!
Prices. Mostly upward, none down, if mostly not as bad as anticipated... except with beef... $7 or $8 a pound, for chuck roasts! Availability wasn't too bad, if I didn't check tp or such. Beef was bad, but not as bad as Iowa, at $4 a pound for hamburger, $6 and more there. Pork was actually similar or less... to Iowa. I bought enough meat for two small packs a week for about two months. Not a lot of meat, and pretty light eating, with as much better filler as possible. Carnitas, warmed and spiced, would do well on salads too. I hope to add to the larder early next month. I am definitely not wasting.
Tonight? Another shower, finishing laundry and dishes. Hitting the counter tops... finishing those, and cleaning the stove and oven, then doing sweet cooking! A clean oven will call even the Lord's blessed attention. Cain, Cain, Cain, veggies are second place, even in God's way. Offer them up, not in pride but humility, and your reward will be fitting. ;p Later.
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According to the phone it was probably between sixteen and sixteen thirty. I received a return call from one of the rabbit ranchers. It was a good conversations. It regarded the rabbit breed I was less inclined to consider, if in part due to ignorance. She was vastly more cordial in person. :p she does, and will, have rabbits available, currently and in the immediate future, but summers are off for breeding, so after the arriving lots, it will be a while.
Anyway, I want to research the breed. Rex. Another, pig latinized?, word for king? Her clarification was what I generally want in a rabbit, if she spoke right and true and if I heard what she actually said and understood corretly. From what I gathered, a reasonable meat rabbit, if a bit slow to grow, which is pleasant enough to be a pet?
A lot of caveats, but... those are the questions everyone needs to ask about every conversation and reading they do. We, too often, hear (read) what we want to hear (read), censor what is disfavored, inconvenient, or too complicated for one blink set understanding, and make assumptions about the data follow, lead, and speaker (writer) which truly isn't from the data. Leading it. Following it. Or turning the mere messenger into the prophet, or orginator, developer, actual author instead of merely the or an observer.
I did put the last load of laundry over, put the food away, and cleaned and soaked the lettuce, spring onion bunches, and radishes. As well, I left a few packs of meat out. I had wanted pork sausages, or ground pork. While most pork was reasonable, ground pork was terribly expensive, but I found slightly diced pork on a serious sale... easy carnitas!?! I think that is what they are called. That, brots, and the roast will all be cooked tonight, to last the week.
The carnitas will be made, most being added to an egg casserole. I... have heard of simple egg casseroles and baked omelettes. I am definitely an omelette guy! So I had to do a bit of digging as to the difference. After just the first vid on baked omelettes... just as I thought I failed to see, it hit me. Whipping. It is a matter of how long and well you beat the eggs. Gotcha!
Prices. Mostly upward, none down, if mostly not as bad as anticipated... except with beef... $7 or $8 a pound, for chuck roasts! Availability wasn't too bad, if I didn't check tp or such. Beef was bad, but not as bad as Iowa, at $4 a pound for hamburger, $6 and more there. Pork was actually similar or less... to Iowa. I bought enough meat for two small packs a week for about two months. Not a lot of meat, and pretty light eating, with as much better filler as possible. Carnitas, warmed and spiced, would do well on salads too. I hope to add to the larder early next month. I am definitely not wasting.
Tonight? Another shower, finishing laundry and dishes. Hitting the counter tops... finishing those, and cleaning the stove and oven, then doing sweet cooking! A clean oven will call even the Lord's blessed attention. Cain, Cain, Cain, veggies are second place, even in God's way. Offer them up, not in pride but humility, and your reward will be fitting. ;p Later.
Friday, June 12, 2020
Hella day!
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With help, I made it to three stores. Mostly price checking. The credit I was counting on was gone, didn't even receive notice. Oh well. So... I will have to rethink things. No more ducks anyway, of the sort I am seeking. No more until next year. But they can order the type I want... when in season.
Rabbits? I was given a few phone numbers. No clue as to status. Perhaps in a few days (potentially), perhaps in a few months. Or more. I would pay more to make sure the lines aren't crossed, and are... pure... as that goes. Rexes and another sort. Too hot and tired, I'll call tomorrow.
Duck season? Rabbit season? Sorry, Buggs.
As to bedding, lights, etc, local is far superior in price, if extremely limited in variety. Everything needed seemed in good supply. Oh, and while credit has been removed, I received notice that another stimulus check is definitely on the way. I won't be needing credit. Then again, only one type of critter is in the offing, and maybe not for a few months at that. I won't need credit, or even the stimulus.
Hmm... I will spend some, on food stores. But I'll keep some around for... well... look around. The sky may not be falling. But it is shitting hard knocks woefully poorly aimed! Those sob's had better hope I don't get wings like my uncles. I will NOT miss. And a three hundred pound pigeon will lay em' flat. SCRATCH THAT, it was, I believe, for last month. That notice took a long time to get here!
I called both women about rabbits. Both went to their message before allowing me to leave a message. The first one said she wouldn't give her name. Either "you know her and her name, or you should go away"? Okay. Text is better. I may text too. The other one started similarly, only instead of a message, it was a partial track from devil woman, then her name as she spoke it, then a beep. No indication to leave a message. I did. May have to text that one too. A rough dating scene, neurosis, or wall-hitting hopeful paranoia? Wow!
Groceries, mint seeds, drill bits, and a tangent item, dry drywall mud. I want to move the shower curtain out six inches. I will need to patch the new to be old holes. There is enough for a lifetime of home repairs... for a younger man. So I'm giving some of it to a younger man. I like that stuff. It doesn't go bad.
Everything is up. I finished the last dishes in the tub. I turned both ac's on. And now it is time for bed. A very good day. But that sun absolutely punished me. Wee! Good night, afternoon, and day.
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With help, I made it to three stores. Mostly price checking. The credit I was counting on was gone, didn't even receive notice. Oh well. So... I will have to rethink things. No more ducks anyway, of the sort I am seeking. No more until next year. But they can order the type I want... when in season.
Rabbits? I was given a few phone numbers. No clue as to status. Perhaps in a few days (potentially), perhaps in a few months. Or more. I would pay more to make sure the lines aren't crossed, and are... pure... as that goes. Rexes and another sort. Too hot and tired, I'll call tomorrow.
Duck season? Rabbit season? Sorry, Buggs.
As to bedding, lights, etc, local is far superior in price, if extremely limited in variety. Everything needed seemed in good supply. Oh, and while credit has been removed, I received notice that another stimulus check is definitely on the way. I won't be needing credit. Then again, only one type of critter is in the offing, and maybe not for a few months at that. I won't need credit, or even the stimulus.
Hmm... I will spend some, on food stores. But I'll keep some around for... well... look around. The sky may not be falling. But it is shitting hard knocks woefully poorly aimed! Those sob's had better hope I don't get wings like my uncles. I will NOT miss. And a three hundred pound pigeon will lay em' flat. SCRATCH THAT, it was, I believe, for last month. That notice took a long time to get here!
I called both women about rabbits. Both went to their message before allowing me to leave a message. The first one said she wouldn't give her name. Either "you know her and her name, or you should go away"? Okay. Text is better. I may text too. The other one started similarly, only instead of a message, it was a partial track from devil woman, then her name as she spoke it, then a beep. No indication to leave a message. I did. May have to text that one too. A rough dating scene, neurosis, or wall-hitting hopeful paranoia? Wow!
Groceries, mint seeds, drill bits, and a tangent item, dry drywall mud. I want to move the shower curtain out six inches. I will need to patch the new to be old holes. There is enough for a lifetime of home repairs... for a younger man. So I'm giving some of it to a younger man. I like that stuff. It doesn't go bad.
Everything is up. I finished the last dishes in the tub. I turned both ac's on. And now it is time for bed. A very good day. But that sun absolutely punished me. Wee! Good night, afternoon, and day.
Extremely late start.
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A shower first, an hour before. Then a start around five? Pretty close. And slow. Dishes have been set, washed, and reset. Not many, but two various loads. A load of laundry went through. It's about time to switch that through. Just dusting linens, two loads worth. The last of dishes and laundry. Everything from before is caught up.
I am hoping to bag trash cans shortly. Perhaps after cycling laundry. Oh, a shopping list... lists... created. Some of it is simply price checking. Though, if the prices are much better, I may well bite. Checking prices for a few specific tools and parts and pieces for rabbit hutches and raising ducklings, plus investigating obtaining those critters.
I could do one, or the other, immediately, but probably not both without using debt. However, to be honest, I'd rather a bit of debt and the animals and setup than not, especially with the costs of food. I sort of doubt anything will be available. I'm not even sure if the components and hardware will be available.
It was 48° this morning, several hours after sunup. But the world seems to be getting back to the business of summer. A few days of eighty or higher and cool nights will be fond memories. It got to seventy later or early, around midnight give or take two, and has stayed that all night. Cool enough with a few fans going.
Finally, a bit of work. I'd like to get to more. We'll see. Drats. No roast until later. Then again, that gives me a chance to clean the oven. Hmm, but not until evening. I don't want to heat the house, in any way, until... Ah! Charcoal and lighter fluid! For the list! I may be too tired to cook, but that opens up hot meals during days in the future.
Well, a start. More yet, probably. And... Friday? Super! Then I didn't kill the whole week. I thought it was Saturday, which is the weekend, so doesn't count as part of the week. And, yes, it does make a difference. You have no idea how important these little seemingly insignificant distinctions mean to me. It's the little bits of humanity left to me. I... can go without. Have. Usually do. But, sometimes... Later.
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A shower first, an hour before. Then a start around five? Pretty close. And slow. Dishes have been set, washed, and reset. Not many, but two various loads. A load of laundry went through. It's about time to switch that through. Just dusting linens, two loads worth. The last of dishes and laundry. Everything from before is caught up.
I am hoping to bag trash cans shortly. Perhaps after cycling laundry. Oh, a shopping list... lists... created. Some of it is simply price checking. Though, if the prices are much better, I may well bite. Checking prices for a few specific tools and parts and pieces for rabbit hutches and raising ducklings, plus investigating obtaining those critters.
I could do one, or the other, immediately, but probably not both without using debt. However, to be honest, I'd rather a bit of debt and the animals and setup than not, especially with the costs of food. I sort of doubt anything will be available. I'm not even sure if the components and hardware will be available.
It was 48° this morning, several hours after sunup. But the world seems to be getting back to the business of summer. A few days of eighty or higher and cool nights will be fond memories. It got to seventy later or early, around midnight give or take two, and has stayed that all night. Cool enough with a few fans going.
Finally, a bit of work. I'd like to get to more. We'll see. Drats. No roast until later. Then again, that gives me a chance to clean the oven. Hmm, but not until evening. I don't want to heat the house, in any way, until... Ah! Charcoal and lighter fluid! For the list! I may be too tired to cook, but that opens up hot meals during days in the future.
Well, a start. More yet, probably. And... Friday? Super! Then I didn't kill the whole week. I thought it was Saturday, which is the weekend, so doesn't count as part of the week. And, yes, it does make a difference. You have no idea how important these little seemingly insignificant distinctions mean to me. It's the little bits of humanity left to me. I... can go without. Have. Usually do. But, sometimes... Later.
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