Out, starting.

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The dog got a short walk today.  I couldn't do a long walk, even based on my property.  Enough that we worked together a bit, she got off the long static line, and was able to check part of her world.  Fed, as well.  Last night we offered her kefir cottage cheese.  Unlike Sassy, she seemed to like that!  Will give her some every few days.

I don't want to feed her or Sassy human food, or modern human food.  Meats?  Fermented dairy?  Sure, in some moderation.  Raw is better for them, if Sassy won't eat raw.  I'll bet Jasmine will.  And, on steak days, and roast days, she may well get a quarter pound of raw.  As well, when doing burger.  Not so much pork of any kind.  Chicken?  Probably cooked, since I do the whole bird?  Or maybe wings raw?  Not sure that is safe for her?

Didn't know.

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I thought certain folk had stopped reading here?  Maybe they have.  Or haven't.  That they still read would explain some things.  Among menfolk, to a degree.  If probably, at least in part, from anger from, and about, their ladyfolk of various relations.  Sisters, wives, aunts, grannies even.

I... did say I have a way with women.  And it's not as they would have it, if it is the only way I can offer.  They were mean, a lot meaner, for most of my life.  Now?  I don't mean to be mean but I refuse to be other than honest.  It isn't even payback.  Just a solid masculine maturity.

Thorns.

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Some of the weeds have them.  Not even thick gloves help.  Try as one might, avoiding contact isn't possible.  So, when barbed, or cut?  It hurts for days.  I can't see anything to remove.  It either heals over time, or the nano-darts are absorbed.  It's been hurting since two mornings ago.  Just the right index finger.  But any physical touch on that finger hurts like a fresh stab... group of them.  Why just one finger?  Would have thought it would have stung all the fingers, even the whole hand.  Nope, just that one finger, and just the tip.

Up around five.  I went down last night, only to need to get back up.  Bathroom issues, though to get trash out as well.  Wasn't sure I would be up early.  While awake, not absolutely certain I am getting out of bed.  Maybe?

Up, doing better.

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I woke around 18:00, 19:00, or so.  It was still warm, if slowly beginning to cool.  I was hoping mom wouldn't jump me to do things.  I would have just gone back to bed.  No way I was going to do much.  Feeling better didn't mean feeling at all good.

She did start in about Sassy getting sick.  I just told her that goes with having a cat.  She kept yammering.  I was about to go back to bed, because there is nothing to discuss.  Either leave it, or deal with it.  Sassy was here first.  But she stopped.

Ah, that is the problem.

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Too much medicine.  I have to be careful.  The size of pill was changed.  I was thinking the dose was doubled, for some strange reason.  It wasn't.  It was quadrupled, from 3.125 to 12.5 mg, or thereabouts.  So, when taking one and a half pills, I was taking not my proposed 9.xx, but 18.xx to 19.xx mg.  Way over the 12.5 max, amd well over my comfort zone.

My bp must be absolutely crashing.  So... yea.  I will see if she can get them to go back to 3.125 or even 6.25 mg doses.  Which I can parse more simply.  Because, yes, taking a lower dose when bp is low, or full dose when it is high, really helps.  Can't easily do that accurately with such large dose pills.

Supper was good.

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Beef and gravy, a rare potato, and keto cake with fresh whipped cream.  Medicine?  May have forgotten?

A few final things for the night.  Tired.  Some work in the morning, if possible.

Oops.

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She got away.  I, finally, wrangled her off the long lead and onto the walking leash.  She was secure.  But then she wrapped around my legs.  As I was getting her untangled, she bumped and pulled just right, to get the leash latch undone, then it was off to the races!  Very clever girl.  She knew what she was doing.  Gotta watch this one.

I was not certain she would be found, come back.  Barking, down the way.  Was hoping she had found those dogs she met last night.  By the time I got there, she was long gone.  I walked a bit further, but was finished.  Heading back, I thought I saw flashes of her, in a neighbors yard.

No barking?

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I expected barking, or at least whining.  She is still a puppy.  But, no.  Not even when other dogs were barking this morning, at her.  Not a peep.  Amazing.

Mom wanted her in last night, I said no.  That would become every night.  However, on one night a week, starting later next week (once she is adjusted to being outdoors as a usual), I agree she can be in for a day a week.

We were told she is housebroken.  Will find out.  Only allowed in mom's room.  With the door shut.  A cage, starting next month.  Though, with a cage, the room door can be open to see if Sassy can sort her out.  That is the final stress point that has to be arranged, covered.

But, so far, she is proving to be an amazing pick.

As it turns, she is a Shiba Inu, German Shepherd, mix.  The dog that saved me, by running into traffic, stopping traffic, was named Shiba.  A turn of time, a turn in return?  No, we didn't know that when we got her.  Initially told probably all shepherd.  Didn't find this out until reading the paperwork from adoption.

The old lady, driving, didn't see me.  She stopped, breaked hard, for Shiba.  Who bolted to stand over me.  Didn't see me until she got out to shoo the dog.  Who wouldn't let any near me.

My brother, it seems, let me out.  Still not sure if he was trying to help or kill me.  Still not sure about the lad, to this day, at any given time.  *grins*

Still, one more solid for the gal.  I have to think her previous owner died.  You wouldn't spend that kind if time, and possibly money, to simply turn such a dog in, over.  Probably a guy, women just want to own, love, rarely master, befriend, a dog.  Either a young man, learning his first powerful class of dog, or an old man wanting a smaller power class of dog.  But, make no mistake, bitch, snaller, she is a power dog, a working class.  Quite the little lady.  Impresses even me, and that's a reasonable feat.

The doggie is home.

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Didn't want to get out again today.  But the driver license and dog where issues.  So in we went.  I wanted a shower.  Just couldn't.  Too tired, heating up, running late even for having gotten up early.  Besides I have showered the last two or three days in a row.  Some days one just has to go as is.

First, the driver license.  Oh, I was really beginning to think they just didn't want her to get one.  New and harder rules, requirements, and issues every time we went.  Been through it myself.  Wasn't sure I would get mine, several times.

Laughed, I did.

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After being out with me, especially recently, last night mother said I shouldn't aim for a thirty year old woman.  I just chortled.  It isn't as much a choice as the limits of what I would and could use and tolerate.

Pretty forty year old women?  Pretty youngish women with tattoos, piercings, and else?  Pretty bigger younger women?  Maybe.  Simply isn't going to happen.  I am not interested.  They know it, I know it.

Up early.

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Things to do.  Have to get going earlier today.  As well, have appointments coming up.  Early.

I have been fighting to get up, at all, lately.  Eight to ten hasn't been unusual.  Sleeping a lot, so it isn't as if I am overdoing things, sleeping too little, or not getting rest.  Still trying to tolerate medicine, and it is still high summer.

A few things.

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To the Mexican store.  A look around.  Several things not found at other grocers.  Some items for regular menudo, a store made sauce, and a few odds and ends.

Before that a stop at the pound.  Mom looked at two particular dogs.  One an older yellow mix, the other a younger shepherd.  Both gals.  Still not sure, but I am letting her pick the shepherd.

Awake so late!

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The three alarm was turned off.  Thought about getting up then.  Couldn't.  The five alarm was dragged through to forty after, then reset to six.  Which was dragged through to twenty after six.  Turned off because it wasn't happening.  I woke a bit after seven, then seven thirty four, then eight ten, finally stirring around a quarter after eight.

A ten minute waking time.  Pj's on.  Blood sugar checked.  Then down the stairs.  Outside, to look around.  Then back in.  Windows closed before it heats up.  It is supposed to get into the low 90's today.  Still so warm, and no rain.  A few clouds, from time to time.  But they just linger and melt away, or blow through with any precip it might contain.

A few things.

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One of the lines up and out.  A pair of sprinklers on that one.  The other line half done.  Not enough splitters or compression fittings, so those were ordered.  Supposed to be here tomorrow.  Which is fine, or latter if that happens.  

While I was out, the wind picked up, or really, got hot so I noticed it.  A high desert wind, seriously blowing with gusts to add bite.  The opposite of a cold winter wind, oh, and with handfuls of dirt and dust thrown in the more to satisfy.

A few small things.

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I moved the pull cart over to the other piles.  Emptied it, if separating trash for the garbage.  Only branches and such for those piles.  Then put the lawn tractor back where it is easy for her to use.  Sure was warming up out there.  She loves the heat, sun.  It about kills me.

She showed me, finally, a hole out there.  Probably how mice get in.  One place, to be sure.  I need to dig down, see exactly what is going on.  I am guessing there is a hole through the foundation.  An old conduit, or water pipe, or hole for one of those.  Steel wool and concrete should close that up.

Later and later.

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Heard the three alarm.  I think.  Just turned it off.  Heard the five alarm.  Worked it to five forty?  Reset it for six.  Hit the snooze twice?  Turned it off because I thought I had it, was awake.  Woke up around seven after seven.  Even then it was a struggle.  

Down.  A few morning chores.  I think the last water filtration run is going.  A second and final ice batch is being made.  It is reading 69 F here at nine.  I started mom's coffee, and called her.  She isn't ready to get up.  Which is fine.

As much as I could do.

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Breakfast too.  Three country eggs between us?  Oddly, that was plenty.  Scrambled, with cheese, on keto tortillas, with bacon?  I'm stuffed.

Three sprinklers checked, fixed, and set up.  I will need to pull one of the new ones out, get it aimed and set up, then get hoses on the last two.  Connect the timer box as well.  I did profram the timer, for two zones, each timed independently.  Hope it works.  The front lawn is, mostly, green and going well.

Some of it.

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Mom is having trouble getting one of her medications.  Not a med I approve.  Perhaps something they are pulling back on, not approving locally, or backing away from nationally.  Trulicity.  They pulled her off the brand name in Iowa, it may be going away here sum total.

But, everyone knew it was coming up, dragged their feet about applying out here, then acted surprised when it wasn't approved already.  Playing dodgeball with approval.  I try to guide her, but she is certain they will just 'do it'.  Nope.

I set up for a medical thing.  It's how it will work.  That went very smooth.

Now to call the church, to begin working on confessions.  Then, after that, begin going to weekday mass, solo if need be, a few times a week, for a month... to acclimatize to being back in church, with smaller crowds first.

No travel today.  Tomorrow?  Maybe.  Or the day after.

Lighter work today.  Moved the lawn tractor and trailer to where mother could use it better.  Put tea out.  Am setting up the timer for the sprinklers.  Next, will see if I can fix a few of the old speinklers and then deploy them, in pairs.  To begin sprinkling again before too long.

The front lawn is doing well.  Think we can get the side lawn going before too long.  Then, maybe, the back lawn.  It takes time, effort.  But should work out... with both of us doing what we can for it.

Sometime during or after working on, or setting up, sprinklers, I'll call it a morning.  Then go back in to sleep.  On the good side, medicine didn't cause a major crash.  A bit of a dip, just not a harsh, fast, deep one.  

A bit of sleep.  Then up to finish the sprinklers, and just maybe try CLR on a few windows, then maybe jet-dry.  Will see.  If I start that, and it works, I may then hit another set of windows.  Or save that for tomorrow.

It is supposed to get in the mid 90's today.  So... will see if I can work in that, later.  On to a few efforts with the sprinklers.  Good day.

A start.

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Things going.  Windows shut, for the day.  Curtains open, as the sun finally decides to begin showing.  No light this morning, to start.  Too bright, for me.  Water filtering, a batch of tea, then to fill the carafe, then reservoir.  Ice going, maybe two or three batches today.

I'll wake mom in a bit.  Starting her coffee a bit before calling her.  It's good to have coffee ready first thing.

Ah, that isn't helping.

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Alarms at three and five.  I heard them.  Turned off both, changing the five to six.  Up at six, reading news and blogs.  After a bit, decided to blog, looking outside first.  Something seemed off.  Cloudy, overcast?  No.  The sun, as per season, isn't up yet.  Okay.  I guess summer is slipping quickly at this point.  Best enjoy it.

Fall isn't bad, here, usually, though either.  Winter isn't terrible, here, usually, either.  With some care.  Especially now that I have been dressing more warmly, and tending the house, making repairs and upgrades.  Bit by bit, making the place warmer, less drafty.