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I cut some of the logs on my own, after reviewing a ton of online information, reading through the manual, and a bit of hemming and hawing. I think the chainsaw gets a really bad reputation, in my book, for mostly boogeyman things. Sure, a chainsaw could easily kill. So can a big rock. And often, what they have in common, is... operator error. Much like guns to those not initiated. On the flip side, I did see things I shouldn't have done. And... I noted them carefully, grateful for no serious issues. Small logs, level ground, and an absolute paying of attention can allow some tomfoolery. However, I don't wish to continue doing the wrong thing. Mark it, change the behavior, and move on.
My neighbor showed up and gave it a shot. I think he liked it a lot. While this saw has a lot of power it is extremely controllable. At 13.7 pounds full of fluids it was a breeze to use, balancing well, cutting easily, and just doing what it was supposed to do. I could have done more cutting but I just wanted to give it a bit of a go, not... just diving in. Tomorrow being Sunday I will not be using it. I don't have anything else until Tuesday, so I will be out there Monday. I may only cut half of what is left, saving the last bit for Wednesday. Just to give me perspective over time. Yeah, I suppose I have an odd way. But when that pile is gone, I am out until I figure out how to climb into the trees, get branches out without killing myself or losing the saw or both, before I can have more wood to cut.
Oh, by the way, this is the longest foray into daylight I have made in... at least months. Not bad, all around. A very good day. I am going to try to make it to 22:00. Tomorrow I have been invited to Easter dinner with the folks who invited me out for Christmas dinner! I... completely lost track and thought, somehow, Easter was in two weeks. I want to go to Church, either in the morning, or if available and preferably in the afternoon. I'll have to check what services are available and when. I suppose I do really lose track of things, sometimes severely. Ah well, now I know.
Later.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Oh yeah?
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Yeah. I did it, today, finally, after talking about it for so long. I took a shower shortly after sometime, then dressed shortly thereafter, then checked to see if they were open and they were, and went. To the chainsaw store. I knew what I wanted. I had a rough idea of how much it would cost. So I just did it.
I am the proud, in a humble way, new owner of a Stihl MS 362. I also bought saw chaps, a hardhat with ear and eye shielding, gloves (though I couldn't find the kevlar), an extra chain, sharpening kit, chainsaw case, chain oil, oil mix for the gas, and maybe an odd other thing or two. I don't have official work boots for using it, but what I have will do for now. If I start making money with it, anything else will come out of that.
This is a professional grade of chainsaw. My actual hope is to find a way to get it to pay, unlike other purchases. And it has that potential, if I can do the work even from time to time. I am going to review some materials now, on Youtube, at Stihl's site, and wherever I can. I called my neighbor and he suggest he might be over later. Yes, I'm a wee excited. But I don't want to go off half-cocked and do a stupid either. Especially since my first work with it will be bucking, often just cutting them in half. This thing has a monstrously aggressive bite. I best watch my work, and plan well ahead. That said, I can't wait.
Oh, I also visited my friend, got him out so he could buy a sorely needed new reloader and a time card for his cellphone. And I called my hair dresser, to see if she is available. Not until Tuesday. My friend suggested he needs to go, so I will take him along. All good. Well, almost. I tried to find her new shop but failed after four attempts. It must be really hidden in there, I'll figure it out though.
Later... I hope.
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Yeah. I did it, today, finally, after talking about it for so long. I took a shower shortly after sometime, then dressed shortly thereafter, then checked to see if they were open and they were, and went. To the chainsaw store. I knew what I wanted. I had a rough idea of how much it would cost. So I just did it.
I am the proud, in a humble way, new owner of a Stihl MS 362. I also bought saw chaps, a hardhat with ear and eye shielding, gloves (though I couldn't find the kevlar), an extra chain, sharpening kit, chainsaw case, chain oil, oil mix for the gas, and maybe an odd other thing or two. I don't have official work boots for using it, but what I have will do for now. If I start making money with it, anything else will come out of that.
This is a professional grade of chainsaw. My actual hope is to find a way to get it to pay, unlike other purchases. And it has that potential, if I can do the work even from time to time. I am going to review some materials now, on Youtube, at Stihl's site, and wherever I can. I called my neighbor and he suggest he might be over later. Yes, I'm a wee excited. But I don't want to go off half-cocked and do a stupid either. Especially since my first work with it will be bucking, often just cutting them in half. This thing has a monstrously aggressive bite. I best watch my work, and plan well ahead. That said, I can't wait.
Oh, I also visited my friend, got him out so he could buy a sorely needed new reloader and a time card for his cellphone. And I called my hair dresser, to see if she is available. Not until Tuesday. My friend suggested he needs to go, so I will take him along. All good. Well, almost. I tried to find her new shop but failed after four attempts. It must be really hidden in there, I'll figure it out though.
Later... I hope.
Hattip to Desert Cat, who then gives a...
Hattip to Bob, found this far down the page on Ian's Red Pill Room blog:
“Where have all the good men gone?”
They ask me constantly, anxiously, rhetorically and practically, because I know a lot of dudes.
Unfortunately, I don't know a lot of dudes interested in a middle-aged mother of two who works 70 hours a week and pays for a gym membership but never goes. I mean, why would they be? But these single mommies keep asking me, and if I don't have a specific answer ("Oh, there's one over there! Careful . . . don't move to quickly. And be careful how you handle him. If his wife smells you on him, she'll reject him from the nest.") then they ask me in general terms. "Where have all the good men gone?" they ask, relentlessly, like I'm hiding the answer. They want to think that there's a secret cave where the good men get lured, and there are thousands of big-dicked billionaire Alphas just waiting to be freed from their underground prison, or something. They don't want to heart the truth, at all:
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"Feminism chased them away. And now they don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They got tired of getting divorced every time you thought you could do better."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"Feminism taught them that 'good' and 'man' were mutually exclusive, so they bugged out."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They're marrying girls from the Ukraine and Korea and Argentina and Poland now, because those women don't get divorced because they're 'not haaaaaaapy'. In fact, some are just happy -- and grateful -- because they have a husband and a chance to raise kids here. Aren't you happy for your international sisters for fleeing their repressive cultures?"
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They see what a desperate, self-delusional red hot mess you are a mile away, and they throw their loser drinking buddies at you in an act of supreme sacrifice while they spirit themselves away."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They want to start their own families, not inherit someone else's mess. They certainly don't want to be step-dad to a brood who has never had a father present before, nor do they want their fatherhood constantly over-ruled by your motherhood."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They're all around you, you're just too convinced of your own value to accept anything other than perfection, and any man so equipped would be smart enough to avoid the tar pit that is your life."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
I could answer it over and over a hundred different ways and never repeat myself. The litany of feminism's cultural violence against men and masculinity is impressive. No matter what you tell them, however, they won't believe you, not if the answer has anything to do with them -- because they are never the problem. It's always the fault of men. Men don't like older women, men don't like single moms, men don't want to commit, men don't want to be supportive, men, men, men, blah blah blah. Men suck, if you're a single mom. Just ask one. She'll tell you in gory detail why men are just awful, patriarchy is bad, and how all anyone wants is youth and beauty and sex, sex, sex. If you can find anyone willing to even try to get that far.
But curiously the glorious feeling of fulfillment she gets from having a J-O-B and being able to support herself without being dependent on a man is, somehow, just not filling the hole in their lives they need filled.
"SKEWERED!" (quote from D.C., I think)
Read the whole thing here:
Where have all the good men gone?
Hattip to Bob, found this far down the page on Ian's Red Pill Room blog:
“Where have all the good men gone?”
They ask me constantly, anxiously, rhetorically and practically, because I know a lot of dudes.
Unfortunately, I don't know a lot of dudes interested in a middle-aged mother of two who works 70 hours a week and pays for a gym membership but never goes. I mean, why would they be? But these single mommies keep asking me, and if I don't have a specific answer ("Oh, there's one over there! Careful . . . don't move to quickly. And be careful how you handle him. If his wife smells you on him, she'll reject him from the nest.") then they ask me in general terms. "Where have all the good men gone?" they ask, relentlessly, like I'm hiding the answer. They want to think that there's a secret cave where the good men get lured, and there are thousands of big-dicked billionaire Alphas just waiting to be freed from their underground prison, or something. They don't want to heart the truth, at all:
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"Feminism chased them away. And now they don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They got tired of getting divorced every time you thought you could do better."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"Feminism taught them that 'good' and 'man' were mutually exclusive, so they bugged out."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They're marrying girls from the Ukraine and Korea and Argentina and Poland now, because those women don't get divorced because they're 'not haaaaaaapy'. In fact, some are just happy -- and grateful -- because they have a husband and a chance to raise kids here. Aren't you happy for your international sisters for fleeing their repressive cultures?"
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They see what a desperate, self-delusional red hot mess you are a mile away, and they throw their loser drinking buddies at you in an act of supreme sacrifice while they spirit themselves away."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They want to start their own families, not inherit someone else's mess. They certainly don't want to be step-dad to a brood who has never had a father present before, nor do they want their fatherhood constantly over-ruled by your motherhood."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They're all around you, you're just too convinced of your own value to accept anything other than perfection, and any man so equipped would be smart enough to avoid the tar pit that is your life."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
I could answer it over and over a hundred different ways and never repeat myself. The litany of feminism's cultural violence against men and masculinity is impressive. No matter what you tell them, however, they won't believe you, not if the answer has anything to do with them -- because they are never the problem. It's always the fault of men. Men don't like older women, men don't like single moms, men don't want to commit, men don't want to be supportive, men, men, men, blah blah blah. Men suck, if you're a single mom. Just ask one. She'll tell you in gory detail why men are just awful, patriarchy is bad, and how all anyone wants is youth and beauty and sex, sex, sex. If you can find anyone willing to even try to get that far.
But curiously the glorious feeling of fulfillment she gets from having a J-O-B and being able to support herself without being dependent on a man is, somehow, just not filling the hole in their lives they need filled.
"SKEWERED!" (quote from D.C., I think)
Read the whole thing here:
Where have all the good men gone?
What I meant to do?
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It absolutely amazes me. Time slips from my grasp, as does reason, purpose, intent. It slips so very fast. I was up long enough to have called and canceled my appointment. I had every intention of doing just that. I thought of it at about 6:00, but that was too early. My other intent was to stay awake as long as I could. I made it to... 13:30, give or take, I think. Maybe just 12:30. My memory becomes less than goo when I push things. But no call was made. I lost grip on things at some point and the only thing I could focus on was staying awake. Psychic tunnel vision. It takes everything I can do, in the end, to do that one thing... stay awake.
I am pushing for 20:00-22:00. Of course, and as we know, that will be temporary. I will either end up needing more sleep, which will push things one way... or more or less awake time, which will push things another way... or both, in due time. We know this. And so be it. That doesn't mean I quit. It is the only thing I can actually attempt to manipulate in my life, failure ridden as it is. Spring and summer may help. But right now we are in the middle of a cold snap, including snow. It doesn't help.
I am still hoping to get to town the next time the saw shop is open. I have handled the 455 and 460 Ranchers at another store. I haven't had my hands on the Stihl though. I ought to check to see if they are open tomorrow. I really want to ask some questions. I also want to find out who services what saws. I would really love to find someone who owns such saws and get my hands dirty through use. I am a bit excited, because I am sure this will happen sooner or later. I'm also a bit nervous. Such is the fact of growing up? Yeah, something about child's things for when you are a child, men's things for when you become a man. And the risks of being a man. All good.
Well, on to other things. Good... morning. I think I can even dispense with quote marks. Yes indeed, good morning.
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It absolutely amazes me. Time slips from my grasp, as does reason, purpose, intent. It slips so very fast. I was up long enough to have called and canceled my appointment. I had every intention of doing just that. I thought of it at about 6:00, but that was too early. My other intent was to stay awake as long as I could. I made it to... 13:30, give or take, I think. Maybe just 12:30. My memory becomes less than goo when I push things. But no call was made. I lost grip on things at some point and the only thing I could focus on was staying awake. Psychic tunnel vision. It takes everything I can do, in the end, to do that one thing... stay awake.
I am pushing for 20:00-22:00. Of course, and as we know, that will be temporary. I will either end up needing more sleep, which will push things one way... or more or less awake time, which will push things another way... or both, in due time. We know this. And so be it. That doesn't mean I quit. It is the only thing I can actually attempt to manipulate in my life, failure ridden as it is. Spring and summer may help. But right now we are in the middle of a cold snap, including snow. It doesn't help.
I am still hoping to get to town the next time the saw shop is open. I have handled the 455 and 460 Ranchers at another store. I haven't had my hands on the Stihl though. I ought to check to see if they are open tomorrow. I really want to ask some questions. I also want to find out who services what saws. I would really love to find someone who owns such saws and get my hands dirty through use. I am a bit excited, because I am sure this will happen sooner or later. I'm also a bit nervous. Such is the fact of growing up? Yeah, something about child's things for when you are a child, men's things for when you become a man. And the risks of being a man. All good.
Well, on to other things. Good... morning. I think I can even dispense with quote marks. Yes indeed, good morning.
Friday, April 6, 2012
No nap.
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Time just slips away while I am tinkering or researching or... whatever. I'm okay but I doubt if I can make it to the 14:00 appointment. Or, whenever it is. I might yet get out a bit this morning though.
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Time just slips away while I am tinkering or researching or... whatever. I'm okay but I doubt if I can make it to the 14:00 appointment. Or, whenever it is. I might yet get out a bit this morning though.
Sometimes you take a nap.
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Sometimes a nap takes you. Or, me, in this case. I made it to 11:00. Called my mom. Considered heading to town to buy, or at least ponder, a chainsaw, see my friend, and other such. But a nap seemed perfectly reasonable and doable. BAM! Lights out for this kid. I heard, or thought I did, someone at my door at around... 16:00. By the time I figured it out, must have been having delays through dream echos, no one was there. Got a call a bit later, suggesting that dinner was on the way. I barely made it awake for that. I ate, then back to bed. I slept until 23:00. Double BAM!
Never mind, my work toward become a daylighter again is... going forward. I think I have an appointment in Ogden tomorrow, in the afternoon. I may try to get there rather early. If I can. Just to make sure they can do a blood test, fasting. That will give me time to eat something after, look at chainsaws, ask a few questions, maybe look for .45 cases (new, only), and just dicker some time away. It might improve my practice and appreciation about being out of my home. Hmm, while I am thinking about it, I might check to see if any of the Churches there have a mid-day Mass! Yeah, I really do like going to Mass. It's a treat. Like... God-bacon or something. *grins* If you must be a fool, be a fool for the right One.
I am thinking about figuring out a food option, then going back to bed. A bit more sleep, even if it means oversleeping, might help me figure out my day and travels tomorrow more easily.
The two chainsaws brands I like the most are Husqvarna and Stihl. For size, the Husqvarna 455 Rancher would be the smallest I would consider, though I would consider up to a a Stihl MS 362. For now the bigger Stihl has my eye, but I have to have it in my hands and ask questions first, especially with only 3.2 ounces of weight difference. Being able to use an 16" to 20" chain is fine for now, but being able to pull a 25" chain wouldn't be bad for when/if I am able to seriously get to work on my "woods" or even minor lumbering (for firewood or money). My mother suggests she thinks this is a good choice. I must admit she makes me a bit nervous around such gear. She has a history of... being too near too many disasters. She would love to use such tools, since she can't she likes to "participate". We will see. Love her dearly, fear her greatly. Hah.
Well, on to a bite to eat if I can wrangle something up. Then another nap, hopefully one that doesn't turn into a "nap". HuhhOoga! Later, good night actually, I hope.
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Sometimes a nap takes you. Or, me, in this case. I made it to 11:00. Called my mom. Considered heading to town to buy, or at least ponder, a chainsaw, see my friend, and other such. But a nap seemed perfectly reasonable and doable. BAM! Lights out for this kid. I heard, or thought I did, someone at my door at around... 16:00. By the time I figured it out, must have been having delays through dream echos, no one was there. Got a call a bit later, suggesting that dinner was on the way. I barely made it awake for that. I ate, then back to bed. I slept until 23:00. Double BAM!
Never mind, my work toward become a daylighter again is... going forward. I think I have an appointment in Ogden tomorrow, in the afternoon. I may try to get there rather early. If I can. Just to make sure they can do a blood test, fasting. That will give me time to eat something after, look at chainsaws, ask a few questions, maybe look for .45 cases (new, only), and just dicker some time away. It might improve my practice and appreciation about being out of my home. Hmm, while I am thinking about it, I might check to see if any of the Churches there have a mid-day Mass! Yeah, I really do like going to Mass. It's a treat. Like... God-bacon or something. *grins* If you must be a fool, be a fool for the right One.
I am thinking about figuring out a food option, then going back to bed. A bit more sleep, even if it means oversleeping, might help me figure out my day and travels tomorrow more easily.
The two chainsaws brands I like the most are Husqvarna and Stihl. For size, the Husqvarna 455 Rancher would be the smallest I would consider, though I would consider up to a a Stihl MS 362. For now the bigger Stihl has my eye, but I have to have it in my hands and ask questions first, especially with only 3.2 ounces of weight difference. Being able to use an 16" to 20" chain is fine for now, but being able to pull a 25" chain wouldn't be bad for when/if I am able to seriously get to work on my "woods" or even minor lumbering (for firewood or money). My mother suggests she thinks this is a good choice. I must admit she makes me a bit nervous around such gear. She has a history of... being too near too many disasters. She would love to use such tools, since she can't she likes to "participate". We will see. Love her dearly, fear her greatly. Hah.
Well, on to a bite to eat if I can wrangle something up. Then another nap, hopefully one that doesn't turn into a "nap". HuhhOoga! Later, good night actually, I hope.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Corned beef and cabbage?
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It sounds like a nightmare from my youth! I truly hated cabbage. Oh, I suppose I liked it as a slaw, but cooked? *blehk* And most of the corned beef I have eaten in my life was pretty bad too. But, just out of curiosity I made it. I saw it at the store, and... just bought it. I added carrots and potatoes, as I suggested. You know what though? Not bad. Not only not bad, I have to say it was excellent. Now it is not something I would eat over and over, like say chili. But I will enjoy a meal or two of it. I called the neighbors and let them know, if they want it, they have supper. I heard the chili was good, or good enough. It did start getting a little flat toward the end, with only a mild back-of-the-throat twitch. But it was still filling.
Now to stay up until 13:00 with enough juice to help out with the mowing. That'll be a trick on it's own. Still, that is the goal.
I already finished Killzone 3! What? Heavy Rain in one night, Killzone 3 the next? What duds. I might have to try Final Fantasy XIII-2. Trust me, I'm not that good of a gamer. Oh, I can trickle something. I can figure things out. But no more than anyone else with the time. I don't like games that create problems just to be difficult, like artificially making aiming difficult by jiggling the screen. If something explodes close enough that the ground is shaking so that you can't aim? You are dead. So, don't pretend realism while clearly being well outside of it. Just make the adventure long enough that it can be enjoyed.
Update:
I lost track when writing the above. Never posted it, at 6:00 or 8:00 or so. It just got left on the machine.
I did stay awake, and my young jedi mower arrived early. I discussed finances with him. Yes, he is getting low pay. I asked a few questions and made a deal I think he likes, though I will alter it (in his favor) after a bit of thinking. He wanted to money to buy a Sony DS. I suggested I would offer him a bit of wages, but that so long as he tithes and saves from it, I will just buy him the game system at the end of the summer. I suggested buying it in October or September, but I think the end of August would be best (for back to school bragging rights!). He wants a DS, but I think only the DSi and DS 3D are available anymore. I will have to see which he wants, the 3D (with some limits on compatibility) or the DSi with a larger screen and complete (so they say) backward compatibility. Oh, and I will buy one game of his choice, new or old. It is well worth having the yard help, especially at his agreed upon wages. I feel much better about a fair deal, that doesn't give him too much up-front money but also doesn't force him to scrimp either. Should be a good deal.
He did mow the and weedwhip for a bit. I will, at his request, pay him at the end of the month. I still have my part to do, but... I'll get... right on that. No, really. I will. Anyway, that is done. I sent the corned beef with the Mr. when he showed up. I'm curious how that went. I also got dinner. That soup I had raved about. Just as good, maybe even better, this time. That is some seriously good soup! I'd share it but it's gone. It might be a while before I get it together to cook rightly again, but I have sure enjoyed putting these meals together, and eating well. Doing it almost made me feel human.
I am pushing to sleep longer, and stay up longer, to rearrange my days and nights. It's weird, icky really, walking through the shadows of exhaustion and too much sleep, all in the pace of a day. But it is worth it, when it works. When it doesn't, at least my fevered and sometimes harsh dreams and reality begin to fit more closely. *grins* It's about time for another nap. Just long enough to see me up at 8:00 to 10:00 maybe. I probably won't be able to sleep long, if I can sleep, so it might work... if I can sleep.
Later.
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It sounds like a nightmare from my youth! I truly hated cabbage. Oh, I suppose I liked it as a slaw, but cooked? *blehk* And most of the corned beef I have eaten in my life was pretty bad too. But, just out of curiosity I made it. I saw it at the store, and... just bought it. I added carrots and potatoes, as I suggested. You know what though? Not bad. Not only not bad, I have to say it was excellent. Now it is not something I would eat over and over, like say chili. But I will enjoy a meal or two of it. I called the neighbors and let them know, if they want it, they have supper. I heard the chili was good, or good enough. It did start getting a little flat toward the end, with only a mild back-of-the-throat twitch. But it was still filling.
Now to stay up until 13:00 with enough juice to help out with the mowing. That'll be a trick on it's own. Still, that is the goal.
I already finished Killzone 3! What? Heavy Rain in one night, Killzone 3 the next? What duds. I might have to try Final Fantasy XIII-2. Trust me, I'm not that good of a gamer. Oh, I can trickle something. I can figure things out. But no more than anyone else with the time. I don't like games that create problems just to be difficult, like artificially making aiming difficult by jiggling the screen. If something explodes close enough that the ground is shaking so that you can't aim? You are dead. So, don't pretend realism while clearly being well outside of it. Just make the adventure long enough that it can be enjoyed.
Update:
I lost track when writing the above. Never posted it, at 6:00 or 8:00 or so. It just got left on the machine.
I did stay awake, and my young jedi mower arrived early. I discussed finances with him. Yes, he is getting low pay. I asked a few questions and made a deal I think he likes, though I will alter it (in his favor) after a bit of thinking. He wanted to money to buy a Sony DS. I suggested I would offer him a bit of wages, but that so long as he tithes and saves from it, I will just buy him the game system at the end of the summer. I suggested buying it in October or September, but I think the end of August would be best (for back to school bragging rights!). He wants a DS, but I think only the DSi and DS 3D are available anymore. I will have to see which he wants, the 3D (with some limits on compatibility) or the DSi with a larger screen and complete (so they say) backward compatibility. Oh, and I will buy one game of his choice, new or old. It is well worth having the yard help, especially at his agreed upon wages. I feel much better about a fair deal, that doesn't give him too much up-front money but also doesn't force him to scrimp either. Should be a good deal.
He did mow the and weedwhip for a bit. I will, at his request, pay him at the end of the month. I still have my part to do, but... I'll get... right on that. No, really. I will. Anyway, that is done. I sent the corned beef with the Mr. when he showed up. I'm curious how that went. I also got dinner. That soup I had raved about. Just as good, maybe even better, this time. That is some seriously good soup! I'd share it but it's gone. It might be a while before I get it together to cook rightly again, but I have sure enjoyed putting these meals together, and eating well. Doing it almost made me feel human.
I am pushing to sleep longer, and stay up longer, to rearrange my days and nights. It's weird, icky really, walking through the shadows of exhaustion and too much sleep, all in the pace of a day. But it is worth it, when it works. When it doesn't, at least my fevered and sometimes harsh dreams and reality begin to fit more closely. *grins* It's about time for another nap. Just long enough to see me up at 8:00 to 10:00 maybe. I probably won't be able to sleep long, if I can sleep, so it might work... if I can sleep.
Later.
Out I went.
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I did go, shortly after that post. I called my friend and he wanted to go along. Nothing big. We did a bit of shopping. I finally got that drink mix in the flavor I wanted, two of them actually. I'm not drinking much of that yet, but with the weather set to possibly hit 100 in the next week... Yeah. I'm not ready for 100 F, but here it comes. It might get me going again though. I also bought a higher B complex mix. Which reminds me, I need to reset my medicine set.
I am hoping to get out shooting this week. I told my friend that if the day looks good, get on the horn and keep on it. Start at 10:00 or 11:00 and keep calling. Eventually I'll hear and answer. Probably. Still, I know he wants to test his new gun and the new barrel on one of his favorites. I definitely want to shoot a bit. Just enough to remember what a gun, a real one, feels like in the hand.
Okay, I couldn't quite quit gaming. I went through Heavy Rain pretty quickly. The only thing that slowed me up on that was the odd PS3 move configuration. Well, that and never quite knowing when the cut-scene ended. In time sensitive events, it can be quite annoying. I don't think I'll even set up my PS3 move system, nor buy games for it. I just don't like it. Now I am into Killzone 3. While it is first person, it isn't exactly solo. You work with others. I don't really care for that. Can't they make a simple 1st person shooter anymore? Yeah, there was Deus Ex, but that is a 1st person non-shooter, if you play it the way the pansy French set it up. Bring back Doom or Duke Nukem, minus the minorities and other political crap. Is that too hard? Actually, it might be illegal to even make these days.
Killzone 3 is a pretty shallow game, so far. I'm not exactly sure how far I am into it but the story is pretty so-so. The action is okay, but I hate having others depend on me, even computer operated allies. I simply don't like baggage, of any kind. I hear it's a great multi-player game, but while I dislike computer allies I absolutely despise 'real human' allies. Most people, to put it bluntly, couldn't play a war game, or fight in any way, to save their lives. They run around and get shot up because there are no consequences. And, often, the battlefields are set up that way. Low, long, slow, and careful is how I like to and do such things. If I'm coming for you, and you know it? You won't have to worry because when I take you you won't have a clue, nor will anyone else. Yeah, it means I could be a serial killer. I'm just not. I love Cheerios. :p 'Sides, as I have said, if I went that way, the people I would kill wouldn't have tears shed for them. The street cops would... be on my side, even if they did try to find me... If I got sloppy enough to leave evidence that something untoward had happened, that is. It happens, I'm sure.
I need to get to sleep a bit earlier, but I don't think I can. I may have to simply try to stay up and make it through that way. That is a messy way of doing things, but... it works from time to time. I'm not sure I'm up to it, but then, even when successful at it, I wasn't really up to it.
I am cooking the corned beef as I write. It takes about 3 hours to cook this meat the recommended way. In an hour and a half the potatoes, which I will quarter, and carrots will go in. Then, a half hour after that, the cabbage will go in. It's been a long time since I ate true corned beef, and it isn't my favorite. It is different though. If it is any good at all I'll share it out with the neighbors. Or just let them decide if they wish to have some of it. Payback is good. Who knows how long before I can cook again. This and the chili just... slipped through, to my great pleasure. I love to cook, you know.
I did a bit of looking at tires. I can't seem to find a definitive six or more ply tire. I see bits about this tire, or that. I have seen three ply tires. All of them run, for off-road all-terrain plus weather, from $150-$205 per tire, so far. Maybe the rims where what were so expensive. On the Camaro especially. They were aluminum. Not sure, but I think they are steel on the Xterra. Still, that may have been what was so pricey? Dunno. But with the price reduced from ~$450 per to no more than ~$600 for the set... plus at least 3k (to possibly 20k more) miles the chainsaw is a definite buy this month. BF Goodrich AT KO's and Goodyear Wrangler SA keep popping up as the tires to beat. Yet I keep looking... never trust! They have to be anytime off-road coupled with the best snow/rain tires I can get. When I go I don't always consider the weather or road.
Later, or good night.
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I did go, shortly after that post. I called my friend and he wanted to go along. Nothing big. We did a bit of shopping. I finally got that drink mix in the flavor I wanted, two of them actually. I'm not drinking much of that yet, but with the weather set to possibly hit 100 in the next week... Yeah. I'm not ready for 100 F, but here it comes. It might get me going again though. I also bought a higher B complex mix. Which reminds me, I need to reset my medicine set.
I am hoping to get out shooting this week. I told my friend that if the day looks good, get on the horn and keep on it. Start at 10:00 or 11:00 and keep calling. Eventually I'll hear and answer. Probably. Still, I know he wants to test his new gun and the new barrel on one of his favorites. I definitely want to shoot a bit. Just enough to remember what a gun, a real one, feels like in the hand.
Okay, I couldn't quite quit gaming. I went through Heavy Rain pretty quickly. The only thing that slowed me up on that was the odd PS3 move configuration. Well, that and never quite knowing when the cut-scene ended. In time sensitive events, it can be quite annoying. I don't think I'll even set up my PS3 move system, nor buy games for it. I just don't like it. Now I am into Killzone 3. While it is first person, it isn't exactly solo. You work with others. I don't really care for that. Can't they make a simple 1st person shooter anymore? Yeah, there was Deus Ex, but that is a 1st person non-shooter, if you play it the way the pansy French set it up. Bring back Doom or Duke Nukem, minus the minorities and other political crap. Is that too hard? Actually, it might be illegal to even make these days.
Killzone 3 is a pretty shallow game, so far. I'm not exactly sure how far I am into it but the story is pretty so-so. The action is okay, but I hate having others depend on me, even computer operated allies. I simply don't like baggage, of any kind. I hear it's a great multi-player game, but while I dislike computer allies I absolutely despise 'real human' allies. Most people, to put it bluntly, couldn't play a war game, or fight in any way, to save their lives. They run around and get shot up because there are no consequences. And, often, the battlefields are set up that way. Low, long, slow, and careful is how I like to and do such things. If I'm coming for you, and you know it? You won't have to worry because when I take you you won't have a clue, nor will anyone else. Yeah, it means I could be a serial killer. I'm just not. I love Cheerios. :p 'Sides, as I have said, if I went that way, the people I would kill wouldn't have tears shed for them. The street cops would... be on my side, even if they did try to find me... If I got sloppy enough to leave evidence that something untoward had happened, that is. It happens, I'm sure.
I need to get to sleep a bit earlier, but I don't think I can. I may have to simply try to stay up and make it through that way. That is a messy way of doing things, but... it works from time to time. I'm not sure I'm up to it, but then, even when successful at it, I wasn't really up to it.
I am cooking the corned beef as I write. It takes about 3 hours to cook this meat the recommended way. In an hour and a half the potatoes, which I will quarter, and carrots will go in. Then, a half hour after that, the cabbage will go in. It's been a long time since I ate true corned beef, and it isn't my favorite. It is different though. If it is any good at all I'll share it out with the neighbors. Or just let them decide if they wish to have some of it. Payback is good. Who knows how long before I can cook again. This and the chili just... slipped through, to my great pleasure. I love to cook, you know.
I did a bit of looking at tires. I can't seem to find a definitive six or more ply tire. I see bits about this tire, or that. I have seen three ply tires. All of them run, for off-road all-terrain plus weather, from $150-$205 per tire, so far. Maybe the rims where what were so expensive. On the Camaro especially. They were aluminum. Not sure, but I think they are steel on the Xterra. Still, that may have been what was so pricey? Dunno. But with the price reduced from ~$450 per to no more than ~$600 for the set... plus at least 3k (to possibly 20k more) miles the chainsaw is a definite buy this month. BF Goodrich AT KO's and Goodyear Wrangler SA keep popping up as the tires to beat. Yet I keep looking... never trust! They have to be anytime off-road coupled with the best snow/rain tires I can get. When I go I don't always consider the weather or road.
Later, or good night.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Chili on the way.
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The neighbors had not returned. It seems another group of elves came by and worked on the wood pile out back. All good. On their way home they called to see if I still had chili, which I did. I tossed in a bag of shredded cheese, but no crackers as I was pretty much out. I just hope they enjoy it. I told them that I might be making a batch of corned beef, with potatoes and cabbage soon, too. I simply can't eat that much food. I'm not sure it's his favorite, but... It can actually make decent sandwich meat. And it is something different, in any case. It is way to much for me to eat, and I'm not set up to freeze batches. I suppose I have the gear for it now, just not the mental... something. Plus, once you freeze it you have to remember it is there.
It looks like his son will be coming over to mow tomorrow, around 13:00. I need to figure out how to be awake by then. I've been sleeping until about 16:00 lately. When I try to get up early, it's a bit rough. Still, I want to be around when he is mowing, and to take turns at it. Even if I can't do all that much, if I hope to do half, just getting out and helping would... ease my ego, be good for the body, and might make life a bit easier for him too. Yeah, I know kids have lots of pep. But I like to think they get to use some of that just being a kid, too. Not that he doesn't, just... for my part, you know.
While I enjoyed the chili, ate a ton of it actually, it was good to see it go. I ate probably two thirds of the pot. I started with a half to a full gallon of water (bean gravy, really, from cooking the beans), three (dry) pounds of beans, two to three pounds of hamburger, three pounds of tomatoes, and added a quarter to a half cup of cheese per every other bowl, and sour cream to every third or fourth bowl. Yeah, I ate good. Too good. The good thing is my bowels are in high gear and working like clockwork. Talk about cleaning house! Thankfully the cats don't mind flatulence at all. Beans don't make me pass gas like some people, just more than my almost nil usual. So my 'air flavorings' are somewhat different for my cats.
When I received the call, with an hour notice, I decided to try and get my butt going. It took a good half hour to climb out of bed, then I got a shower and actually dressed in clothes instead of pajamas. Which means I may head to town tonight. And, being early enough, mostly, I may call my friend and see if he wants to go out too. While I am still struggling, and can't really plan to be out, I can take the opportunity when it arrives. No promises though. While I did get up, showered, and dressed, I am still not quite awake or aware.
Later.
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The neighbors had not returned. It seems another group of elves came by and worked on the wood pile out back. All good. On their way home they called to see if I still had chili, which I did. I tossed in a bag of shredded cheese, but no crackers as I was pretty much out. I just hope they enjoy it. I told them that I might be making a batch of corned beef, with potatoes and cabbage soon, too. I simply can't eat that much food. I'm not sure it's his favorite, but... It can actually make decent sandwich meat. And it is something different, in any case. It is way to much for me to eat, and I'm not set up to freeze batches. I suppose I have the gear for it now, just not the mental... something. Plus, once you freeze it you have to remember it is there.
It looks like his son will be coming over to mow tomorrow, around 13:00. I need to figure out how to be awake by then. I've been sleeping until about 16:00 lately. When I try to get up early, it's a bit rough. Still, I want to be around when he is mowing, and to take turns at it. Even if I can't do all that much, if I hope to do half, just getting out and helping would... ease my ego, be good for the body, and might make life a bit easier for him too. Yeah, I know kids have lots of pep. But I like to think they get to use some of that just being a kid, too. Not that he doesn't, just... for my part, you know.
While I enjoyed the chili, ate a ton of it actually, it was good to see it go. I ate probably two thirds of the pot. I started with a half to a full gallon of water (bean gravy, really, from cooking the beans), three (dry) pounds of beans, two to three pounds of hamburger, three pounds of tomatoes, and added a quarter to a half cup of cheese per every other bowl, and sour cream to every third or fourth bowl. Yeah, I ate good. Too good. The good thing is my bowels are in high gear and working like clockwork. Talk about cleaning house! Thankfully the cats don't mind flatulence at all. Beans don't make me pass gas like some people, just more than my almost nil usual. So my 'air flavorings' are somewhat different for my cats.
When I received the call, with an hour notice, I decided to try and get my butt going. It took a good half hour to climb out of bed, then I got a shower and actually dressed in clothes instead of pajamas. Which means I may head to town tonight. And, being early enough, mostly, I may call my friend and see if he wants to go out too. While I am still struggling, and can't really plan to be out, I can take the opportunity when it arrives. No promises though. While I did get up, showered, and dressed, I am still not quite awake or aware.
Later.
Monday, April 2, 2012
If it is a disease, I think I like it.
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Women on the brain, that is.
I suppose spring has put a skip in my jump. And, when that happens, women come to mind posthaste. In my dreams and waking thoughts I have been remembering women past and thinking of the possibility of women in the future. Chances are slim but I'm not dead yet. The practicalities of gaining and keeping a woman, wife, are set aside mostly, but not completely ignored. Women truly are a gift from God. But anything God gives is rather potent, too.
While I may never be able to be the rugged outdoorsman, the extreme or even solid athlete, or even a solid home handy man, I would at least be a potent lover and I would be available for talking, minor activities (even things like hiking if she would be patient or at least keep such plans active and take care of all but the driving and my walking). A decent provider, within reason. A good father, I would be involved with my children. I would be home to help with small things too. So, while not the ideal for some women, I think I would be perfect for some women. Or more, I wouldn't be my ideal of what a husband is but it might work for many women.
In these times, I think back to some of my original thoughts on women. My first love, as I have said, was Marilyn Monroe. This was before anything icky in my life occurred, and yet I was only three or so. I was sure I was going to marry her. And had she lived long enough, I just might have. Ewww! Still, a plan is a plan, but she was already dead. After a few more starlets, I actually moved on to the girl-next-door types. And, that is where I stayed, thus where I am. Why? They are real, unpretentious, and actually available. They don't spend (give or take) inordinate amounts of time trying to be something fictional. And they are hot, given the right incentives, a bit of cash and direction, and a little time to figure out that role. Even a plain woman beats out a starlet, more so if she wishes to be a wife and mother. There is something dead about women who look fantastic and yet never produce. A false promise? An affront to God's first unofficial commandment? Barren.
Oh, I still have my pinups. A Betty Page and Cheesecake calendar support my fantasy this year, a dark themed fantasy-sci-fi women calendar last year. And I can't say I haven't enjoyed the thoughts concerning certain "women" in some of my games. But it isn't the same. I still remember the first women I was 'involved with'. Not many men take their first lover before they turn six. Not always, but tonight the names are rolling through my memory. At least some of the early ones. Through, say, high school. I lose track in the Navy and until I was about 35, remembering mostly the incidents, minus names and other incriminating evidence. I sure knew how to wiggle, but as one of my haunting songs suggest, I had no idea why. At least I have learned that, to the point that not being given a chance to have children makes the sex seem rather uninteresting. If I can't quite say it would lack all appeal.
Hmm, on to a few other things. I am hoping to get to sleep tonight, early. I am going to make a run at being up and ready for Mass tomorrow, and perhaps swimming. I don't even know if I can do both. But if I can, I may even push to get over and see my friend. Napping, sleeping, waking, headaches, and lots of things are all getting swirled into an odd little life. Just maybe I can pull something out of it. One step at a time, two or three when I can, and so on.
Oh, I think I have definitively decided to get a chainsaw. I probably have six months to a year before the tires are needed. And in all other ways I have cut down on expenditures. I am in the black, and a bit more than I thought I would be, if I still have to check everything to make sure nothing is being unattended. Grhrhrhrhahaha. Nothing like being half out of it three quarters of the time to make life much more interesting! :)
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Women on the brain, that is.
I suppose spring has put a skip in my jump. And, when that happens, women come to mind posthaste. In my dreams and waking thoughts I have been remembering women past and thinking of the possibility of women in the future. Chances are slim but I'm not dead yet. The practicalities of gaining and keeping a woman, wife, are set aside mostly, but not completely ignored. Women truly are a gift from God. But anything God gives is rather potent, too.
While I may never be able to be the rugged outdoorsman, the extreme or even solid athlete, or even a solid home handy man, I would at least be a potent lover and I would be available for talking, minor activities (even things like hiking if she would be patient or at least keep such plans active and take care of all but the driving and my walking). A decent provider, within reason. A good father, I would be involved with my children. I would be home to help with small things too. So, while not the ideal for some women, I think I would be perfect for some women. Or more, I wouldn't be my ideal of what a husband is but it might work for many women.
In these times, I think back to some of my original thoughts on women. My first love, as I have said, was Marilyn Monroe. This was before anything icky in my life occurred, and yet I was only three or so. I was sure I was going to marry her. And had she lived long enough, I just might have. Ewww! Still, a plan is a plan, but she was already dead. After a few more starlets, I actually moved on to the girl-next-door types. And, that is where I stayed, thus where I am. Why? They are real, unpretentious, and actually available. They don't spend (give or take) inordinate amounts of time trying to be something fictional. And they are hot, given the right incentives, a bit of cash and direction, and a little time to figure out that role. Even a plain woman beats out a starlet, more so if she wishes to be a wife and mother. There is something dead about women who look fantastic and yet never produce. A false promise? An affront to God's first unofficial commandment? Barren.
Oh, I still have my pinups. A Betty Page and Cheesecake calendar support my fantasy this year, a dark themed fantasy-sci-fi women calendar last year. And I can't say I haven't enjoyed the thoughts concerning certain "women" in some of my games. But it isn't the same. I still remember the first women I was 'involved with'. Not many men take their first lover before they turn six. Not always, but tonight the names are rolling through my memory. At least some of the early ones. Through, say, high school. I lose track in the Navy and until I was about 35, remembering mostly the incidents, minus names and other incriminating evidence. I sure knew how to wiggle, but as one of my haunting songs suggest, I had no idea why. At least I have learned that, to the point that not being given a chance to have children makes the sex seem rather uninteresting. If I can't quite say it would lack all appeal.
Hmm, on to a few other things. I am hoping to get to sleep tonight, early. I am going to make a run at being up and ready for Mass tomorrow, and perhaps swimming. I don't even know if I can do both. But if I can, I may even push to get over and see my friend. Napping, sleeping, waking, headaches, and lots of things are all getting swirled into an odd little life. Just maybe I can pull something out of it. One step at a time, two or three when I can, and so on.
Oh, I think I have definitively decided to get a chainsaw. I probably have six months to a year before the tires are needed. And in all other ways I have cut down on expenditures. I am in the black, and a bit more than I thought I would be, if I still have to check everything to make sure nothing is being unattended. Grhrhrhrhahaha. Nothing like being half out of it three quarters of the time to make life much more interesting! :)
Oh! Ouch!
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Don't know what ran over me. I wasn't out bullocks testing brahma bulls with my boots, either. Right now I just feel like I was run over. Earlier today I heard someone(s) out working on the wood. When I first heard it, and woke, I went to jump out of bed. That went over like a lead zeppelin. As soon as my head left the pillow, someone smashed a railroad spike through the middle of the back of my head. I went from shock to nausea so fast I couldn't yelp. The world began spinning, so I went back into unconsciousness as fast as I could. I don't know how long I slept today, though it was long. The odd thing is, as I am waking now, other than the body feeling beaten up, the headache is gone, as is the nausea. That was, at least, a rather unusual occurrence.
Yeah, it's Monday. Yes, I was going to be swimming today. No, it didn't happen, nor Mass, nor have I visited my friend. Yes, they are still... being scheduled. Hush, mother.
It looks like they stacked the logs neatly out back and raked. Damn nice of them. I just wish I had been able to pop up and go out. I'm working on it. I guess, often, I think I am doing better than I am, merely because I think I am. I don't have anything objective by which to judge, living in my thoughts more than flesh as I do. Darth Vader after the loss of his fuse box, or after he turned to the light? If I still insist I am on the side of light? Yeah, something like that. I remember vividly what I have and can do, but with some parts shut down and those parts variable, I never quite have a clean path to function. I, put bluntly, don't know what will work or how to get what will work to work without experimenting, by which time things may have changed. What works today may not, probably won't, work tomorrow. Still, rather than being an engineer in the world I am an engineer within my own flesh. Like most, I work with old, half-broken, systemically barely viable, systems. Well, it's the positive way of looking at things. At least my libido works as if I were a 20-something. Even when I don't want it to. Bah!
Later.
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Don't know what ran over me. I wasn't out bullocks testing brahma bulls with my boots, either. Right now I just feel like I was run over. Earlier today I heard someone(s) out working on the wood. When I first heard it, and woke, I went to jump out of bed. That went over like a lead zeppelin. As soon as my head left the pillow, someone smashed a railroad spike through the middle of the back of my head. I went from shock to nausea so fast I couldn't yelp. The world began spinning, so I went back into unconsciousness as fast as I could. I don't know how long I slept today, though it was long. The odd thing is, as I am waking now, other than the body feeling beaten up, the headache is gone, as is the nausea. That was, at least, a rather unusual occurrence.
Yeah, it's Monday. Yes, I was going to be swimming today. No, it didn't happen, nor Mass, nor have I visited my friend. Yes, they are still... being scheduled. Hush, mother.
It looks like they stacked the logs neatly out back and raked. Damn nice of them. I just wish I had been able to pop up and go out. I'm working on it. I guess, often, I think I am doing better than I am, merely because I think I am. I don't have anything objective by which to judge, living in my thoughts more than flesh as I do. Darth Vader after the loss of his fuse box, or after he turned to the light? If I still insist I am on the side of light? Yeah, something like that. I remember vividly what I have and can do, but with some parts shut down and those parts variable, I never quite have a clean path to function. I, put bluntly, don't know what will work or how to get what will work to work without experimenting, by which time things may have changed. What works today may not, probably won't, work tomorrow. Still, rather than being an engineer in the world I am an engineer within my own flesh. Like most, I work with old, half-broken, systemically barely viable, systems. Well, it's the positive way of looking at things. At least my libido works as if I were a 20-something. Even when I don't want it to. Bah!
Later.
Life isn't all bad, you know.
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Nothing in particular going forward. Cooking the chili has been about it for doing. My neighbor actually called me, to check in. He asked if I had noticed that branches had been cleared, which I had. He wondered if I had heard him and his boys taking out the litter stuff. Nope, I suggested honestly. When I sleep, and that has been very erratic lately, I sleep hard. If I had heard them I would have gone out and joined in. They are going to be gone for a few days. Still, I offered chili for when they get back. It's in the fridge, and should last easily. The thing with meat, or anything you cook, is that when you spice it and chill it you are not just flavoring it (cooking technique can change the taste you know) you are preserving it.
The chili has been doing a fine job at what rumor has it to do, for me. And I am enjoying the food. The next meal I hope to make is corned beef. I'll wait until the neighbors are back for that for sure. I even have the potatoes and cabbage ready for that. It's a weird food, not my favorite, but fun to do once in a great while anyway.
Other than shopping late at night, escaping the dungeon has not occurred as often or well as hoped. I am still pushing for it, it's still a hot button item for me. I want/need a haircut. Oh, and I was fearing I was late for another level of the KoC. I am not. I may have botched some things but I am not late for that. I need to contact some people there, and try and work somethings out. Damn but it's rude being a cripple. Especially with seven good months that ended up being mostly just a tease. Still, I'll keep trying.
Hmm, another bowl of chili? Excuse me! Why, sure! :)
Oh, the wayback process started me thinking of some other songs from various eras. I'll put a post together about those later. Youtube is amazing. Later.
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Nothing in particular going forward. Cooking the chili has been about it for doing. My neighbor actually called me, to check in. He asked if I had noticed that branches had been cleared, which I had. He wondered if I had heard him and his boys taking out the litter stuff. Nope, I suggested honestly. When I sleep, and that has been very erratic lately, I sleep hard. If I had heard them I would have gone out and joined in. They are going to be gone for a few days. Still, I offered chili for when they get back. It's in the fridge, and should last easily. The thing with meat, or anything you cook, is that when you spice it and chill it you are not just flavoring it (cooking technique can change the taste you know) you are preserving it.
The chili has been doing a fine job at what rumor has it to do, for me. And I am enjoying the food. The next meal I hope to make is corned beef. I'll wait until the neighbors are back for that for sure. I even have the potatoes and cabbage ready for that. It's a weird food, not my favorite, but fun to do once in a great while anyway.
Other than shopping late at night, escaping the dungeon has not occurred as often or well as hoped. I am still pushing for it, it's still a hot button item for me. I want/need a haircut. Oh, and I was fearing I was late for another level of the KoC. I am not. I may have botched some things but I am not late for that. I need to contact some people there, and try and work somethings out. Damn but it's rude being a cripple. Especially with seven good months that ended up being mostly just a tease. Still, I'll keep trying.
Hmm, another bowl of chili? Excuse me! Why, sure! :)
Oh, the wayback process started me thinking of some other songs from various eras. I'll put a post together about those later. Youtube is amazing. Later.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Snow!
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While I slept we got a complete white-out. If what I am hearing is correct, we received a foot, and might end up with a foot and a half of snow. My sleep turned into more of an extended nap, going to bed at 00:30 and waking at 3:30 or so, my naps are usually two hours or less. How did we get that much snow that fast? Ah, it was probably snowing when I thought it was just blowing. I ought to look out my windows more often, that would have been neat to see. My guess is that it will all be gone in a very short time, save for whatever the mountains got.
When I woke, just for "fun", I got on the scale. I am down to 238! That is twenty six pounds off in three or four months. Odd, but extra meals seem to be helping me lose weight. I should get back in to the doctor's office though, just to have them check that. And, that is with cutting the water pill. We'll see but I doubt anything (more) is wrong.
The chili was good but... just good. I didn't bat this one out of the park. It's got just that touch of back-of-the-throat burn that I like, plus a touch of up-front heat. Still, it might be too much for virgin-to-heat mouths. I would love to share some of this out. Of course, a family of eight, living in tight quarters (how else can a family of eight or more live)... this might lead to... contentions. Still, a well filled belly makes up for much. Another bowl? Why, excuse me, sure! :)
Oh, by the way, you do realize the day? The first two paragraphs are on me. The chili scenario may be too, but that is only a possibility at this point. *triple grins* Happy April 1st!
For D.C., for the 1st next year. Yeah, I could see you doing the printer thing on your "cell mates". Oh yes I could. Just speak to the printer. Reminds me of an old trucker-hitch hiker joke, but... enough has been said already. For my part, the motorized toilet paper roller is more my style. I love making my women scream, stew, and fuss, only to then turn on the charm (or proper sad puppy look). Plus, it might be a real little project for the next time my mother and lady friend visit. If you can't trick the one you are with, wait! Catch them on the flip-side. *beep-beep'm beep beep yeah* Sorry, the Beatles just rolled through my wayback machine recovery process. Never mind.
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While I slept we got a complete white-out. If what I am hearing is correct, we received a foot, and might end up with a foot and a half of snow. My sleep turned into more of an extended nap, going to bed at 00:30 and waking at 3:30 or so, my naps are usually two hours or less. How did we get that much snow that fast? Ah, it was probably snowing when I thought it was just blowing. I ought to look out my windows more often, that would have been neat to see. My guess is that it will all be gone in a very short time, save for whatever the mountains got.
When I woke, just for "fun", I got on the scale. I am down to 238! That is twenty six pounds off in three or four months. Odd, but extra meals seem to be helping me lose weight. I should get back in to the doctor's office though, just to have them check that. And, that is with cutting the water pill. We'll see but I doubt anything (more) is wrong.
The chili was good but... just good. I didn't bat this one out of the park. It's got just that touch of back-of-the-throat burn that I like, plus a touch of up-front heat. Still, it might be too much for virgin-to-heat mouths. I would love to share some of this out. Of course, a family of eight, living in tight quarters (how else can a family of eight or more live)... this might lead to... contentions. Still, a well filled belly makes up for much. Another bowl? Why, excuse me, sure! :)
Oh, by the way, you do realize the day? The first two paragraphs are on me. The chili scenario may be too, but that is only a possibility at this point. *triple grins* Happy April 1st!
For D.C., for the 1st next year. Yeah, I could see you doing the printer thing on your "cell mates". Oh yes I could. Just speak to the printer. Reminds me of an old trucker-hitch hiker joke, but... enough has been said already. For my part, the motorized toilet paper roller is more my style. I love making my women scream, stew, and fuss, only to then turn on the charm (or proper sad puppy look). Plus, it might be a real little project for the next time my mother and lady friend visit. If you can't trick the one you are with, wait! Catch them on the flip-side. *beep-beep'm beep beep yeah* Sorry, the Beatles just rolled through my wayback machine recovery process. Never mind.
Chili was served.
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I ended up not taking a nap. Which is good, I might get to sleep a bit earlier. Instead I got on that chili. I was being careful while spicing. And, for my part, hit the target. It is what I would label as mild. Now, if hot peppers are totally foreign to your diet you might well choke on it. The way I do it, the heat doesn't hit you until it's way too late. Still, perhaps the neighbors would like a half gallon of it, or a little more.
It's just past midnight. If I can catch the dreamcaster's boat before long perhaps I can be up and at it early tomorrow. It's always a bit rocky when changing sleep times. The weather might help. I need to get in and take my friend out. Then again, I am not sure what this wind might bring with it. It almost sounds and feels as if snow or rain could be coming in on this.
Okies, good night. That chili is putting me down as good as a wrestler using a sleeper hold.
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I ended up not taking a nap. Which is good, I might get to sleep a bit earlier. Instead I got on that chili. I was being careful while spicing. And, for my part, hit the target. It is what I would label as mild. Now, if hot peppers are totally foreign to your diet you might well choke on it. The way I do it, the heat doesn't hit you until it's way too late. Still, perhaps the neighbors would like a half gallon of it, or a little more.
It's just past midnight. If I can catch the dreamcaster's boat before long perhaps I can be up and at it early tomorrow. It's always a bit rocky when changing sleep times. The weather might help. I need to get in and take my friend out. Then again, I am not sure what this wind might bring with it. It almost sounds and feels as if snow or rain could be coming in on this.
Okies, good night. That chili is putting me down as good as a wrestler using a sleeper hold.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Not to be.
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The beans took longer to cook than what I had planned. They always do. Or, more, I don't count how long I know it will take into my planning. Still, they are done. I just need to fry up the hamburger, mix the tomatoes in, add some of the bean gravy back, spice it, and then let it marry. But first, a nap. Yeah, I don't get that. I suppose I woke up earlier than usual, by a lot, and am paying a small price.
I finished Deus Ex: Human Revolution (or evolution). And I have enjoyed some of these last games I have played, if I am not going for all of the trophies. A trophy, in game, is a little event(s) where you get... a trophy... for doing something sometimes normal or sometimes rather difficult. I have tried two of the games to see if I would like them. Killzone 3 was not really what I wanted to play, if I haven't given it much of a chance. Too military, with probably the poor notion game writers have of the military. And Heavy Rain is being installed, though it looks to be another buggy game, like Mass Effect. When there are too many possibilities in game, and too many possible endings, programmers can't seem to make the game track right. Toward the end such games just turn to mush. But more, I am tired of gaming. It has helped, in these last months, keep me afloat a bit. But they really aren't fun for extended periods of time. Maybe now I can get on to real things.
The wind is really gusting out there. Sassy is all freaked, but it's cute. What is not cute is that she has started to vomit too. I figured it would eventually happen. The first time I found one of her "gifts", I thought it was poo. Nope, I saw her give her last 'gift'. It even has yellow liquid come out with it, just like pee. Argh! I did find some pumpkin in a can. I have heard feeding them that, if they will eat it, mixed in with their other food, will take the hairballs right on out the correct end. I dunno. But if I don't do something I am going to go crazy. And why do they like doing it on carpets and rugs? At least it was the old carpet, this time.
Biking, swimming, and hiking are all become more possible as the weather improves. Swimming would be the best, with the unpredictability of spring weather. Yard work almost called me out today but I got busy with the beans. Yes, a one trick pony I am. One trick at a time anyway. I knew though, that if I got out in the yard, I might end up burning the beans. I can't hear the alarm outside.
Oh, no trip to town. That was the "Not to be" bit. And I need a nap too. I'll keep trying. Later, maybe even good night.
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The beans took longer to cook than what I had planned. They always do. Or, more, I don't count how long I know it will take into my planning. Still, they are done. I just need to fry up the hamburger, mix the tomatoes in, add some of the bean gravy back, spice it, and then let it marry. But first, a nap. Yeah, I don't get that. I suppose I woke up earlier than usual, by a lot, and am paying a small price.
I finished Deus Ex: Human Revolution (or evolution). And I have enjoyed some of these last games I have played, if I am not going for all of the trophies. A trophy, in game, is a little event(s) where you get... a trophy... for doing something sometimes normal or sometimes rather difficult. I have tried two of the games to see if I would like them. Killzone 3 was not really what I wanted to play, if I haven't given it much of a chance. Too military, with probably the poor notion game writers have of the military. And Heavy Rain is being installed, though it looks to be another buggy game, like Mass Effect. When there are too many possibilities in game, and too many possible endings, programmers can't seem to make the game track right. Toward the end such games just turn to mush. But more, I am tired of gaming. It has helped, in these last months, keep me afloat a bit. But they really aren't fun for extended periods of time. Maybe now I can get on to real things.
The wind is really gusting out there. Sassy is all freaked, but it's cute. What is not cute is that she has started to vomit too. I figured it would eventually happen. The first time I found one of her "gifts", I thought it was poo. Nope, I saw her give her last 'gift'. It even has yellow liquid come out with it, just like pee. Argh! I did find some pumpkin in a can. I have heard feeding them that, if they will eat it, mixed in with their other food, will take the hairballs right on out the correct end. I dunno. But if I don't do something I am going to go crazy. And why do they like doing it on carpets and rugs? At least it was the old carpet, this time.
Biking, swimming, and hiking are all become more possible as the weather improves. Swimming would be the best, with the unpredictability of spring weather. Yard work almost called me out today but I got busy with the beans. Yes, a one trick pony I am. One trick at a time anyway. I knew though, that if I got out in the yard, I might end up burning the beans. I can't hear the alarm outside.
Oh, no trip to town. That was the "Not to be" bit. And I need a nap too. I'll keep trying. Later, maybe even good night.
Up a bit earlier.
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The alarm didn't do it. I did set it and... I think I just turned it off. Not ready to wake, not able to wake, I went back to sleep. A call from my lady friend an hour later did the trick. I've called her twice. I knew why she hadn't answered. A task she has been avoiding. I'm not the only one who hides, for various reasons. She is doing well, and is planning to get to biking soon. Come to think of it, if I can, that would be good for me too. At least, for the most part, I know I can keep my balance. Gaining stamina on the dratted thing is a whole other issue. Biking would compliment my swimming and be something to do on days I can't otherwise get to town.
I just realized something. My tires are going to need to be replaced before too long. They are at least $400 per, and more like $500 or $550 anymore, and that is just for standard all weather. You can shoot the moon on some of the, I dunno-seven belt tires, or mud slingers. I stick with normal tires, though I would love to get a few more ply in there if the opportunity arises. I best start saving or that will eat two thirds of my nestegg. Which... might mean no chainsaw. But how to deal with the chunks of tree out back otherwise? Ugh...
Life does seem to come at you pretty fast, doesn't it? Just when you have things squared, the world becomes globular. When you get that arranged, time is added to the equation, when you figure that, you are back to squaring things. You never get ahead, it is only a matter of how far behind you are. All good, mostly. It would definitely be boring without something to bother us to wakefulness.
The wind is blowing, gusting pretty good from time to time. But I can certainly feel spring, even summer a bit, on these winds and this day. With the wind comes a dust haze, so the mountains aren't quite as clear. That just adds to their mystique though. I really hope, this summer, to find myself treading up in those passes and paths. Like biking and swimming, I am going to have to start small and work my way to longer treks. I do have my rucksack ready. My boots are solidly broken in. I have the write socks, and other clothing, a couple of jackets, and even rain gear of various easily packed sorts. I would like to get a box or two of MRE's, so as to take a few with me, just in case. The goal is not to eat all that much but time and direction can escape a stranger in a strange land, and quickly. Four of those, and an emergency food bar, along with my water filter, could see me through a week without much distress. Some grumbling, of course, but nothing much worse. Out here, there are enough other outdoorsmen and people living here and there that being lost for a week in my chosen mountains would take some serious circle walking. :)
I ought to get a shower, and see if my friend wants to get out. Nothing fancy today, just taking him where he wants to go, then a meal somewhere. With the weather doing so well and me stirring from my winter slumbering, perhaps we could plan to go shooting soon. He has a brand new pistol and a new barrel on another pistol. He has be be chomping at the bit to walk them through their paces. I'm hoping the new barrel on his .45 will chamber and eject better. I think he may have sanded the receiver section the last barrel a bit much. But then, what do I really know. Reading gun mags does not a gunsmith make. I feel the need to fill my hand and speed some lead downrange myself.
Hmm, best cook the beans before I go. I can then let them cool while in town, brown the hamburger and mix the tomatoes and beans in when I get home, calling it good. Oh, I need fresh onions anyway. I have sour cream, shredded cheddar, and crackers should I want them. Usually my chili is more like a stew than a soup though, so crackers aren't exactly my thing. I love crackers for the soupy chili, and other runny soups, but not for stews of beef or bean type. Yeah, yeah, blathering. Let me get to it. I may, if it all works out, get to a bit of yard work tomorrow. Just raking a section, picking up some of the smaller limbs, and... being outside in fresh air.
Good day.
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The alarm didn't do it. I did set it and... I think I just turned it off. Not ready to wake, not able to wake, I went back to sleep. A call from my lady friend an hour later did the trick. I've called her twice. I knew why she hadn't answered. A task she has been avoiding. I'm not the only one who hides, for various reasons. She is doing well, and is planning to get to biking soon. Come to think of it, if I can, that would be good for me too. At least, for the most part, I know I can keep my balance. Gaining stamina on the dratted thing is a whole other issue. Biking would compliment my swimming and be something to do on days I can't otherwise get to town.
I just realized something. My tires are going to need to be replaced before too long. They are at least $400 per, and more like $500 or $550 anymore, and that is just for standard all weather. You can shoot the moon on some of the, I dunno-seven belt tires, or mud slingers. I stick with normal tires, though I would love to get a few more ply in there if the opportunity arises. I best start saving or that will eat two thirds of my nestegg. Which... might mean no chainsaw. But how to deal with the chunks of tree out back otherwise? Ugh...
Life does seem to come at you pretty fast, doesn't it? Just when you have things squared, the world becomes globular. When you get that arranged, time is added to the equation, when you figure that, you are back to squaring things. You never get ahead, it is only a matter of how far behind you are. All good, mostly. It would definitely be boring without something to bother us to wakefulness.
The wind is blowing, gusting pretty good from time to time. But I can certainly feel spring, even summer a bit, on these winds and this day. With the wind comes a dust haze, so the mountains aren't quite as clear. That just adds to their mystique though. I really hope, this summer, to find myself treading up in those passes and paths. Like biking and swimming, I am going to have to start small and work my way to longer treks. I do have my rucksack ready. My boots are solidly broken in. I have the write socks, and other clothing, a couple of jackets, and even rain gear of various easily packed sorts. I would like to get a box or two of MRE's, so as to take a few with me, just in case. The goal is not to eat all that much but time and direction can escape a stranger in a strange land, and quickly. Four of those, and an emergency food bar, along with my water filter, could see me through a week without much distress. Some grumbling, of course, but nothing much worse. Out here, there are enough other outdoorsmen and people living here and there that being lost for a week in my chosen mountains would take some serious circle walking. :)
I ought to get a shower, and see if my friend wants to get out. Nothing fancy today, just taking him where he wants to go, then a meal somewhere. With the weather doing so well and me stirring from my winter slumbering, perhaps we could plan to go shooting soon. He has a brand new pistol and a new barrel on another pistol. He has be be chomping at the bit to walk them through their paces. I'm hoping the new barrel on his .45 will chamber and eject better. I think he may have sanded the receiver section the last barrel a bit much. But then, what do I really know. Reading gun mags does not a gunsmith make. I feel the need to fill my hand and speed some lead downrange myself.
Hmm, best cook the beans before I go. I can then let them cool while in town, brown the hamburger and mix the tomatoes and beans in when I get home, calling it good. Oh, I need fresh onions anyway. I have sour cream, shredded cheddar, and crackers should I want them. Usually my chili is more like a stew than a soup though, so crackers aren't exactly my thing. I love crackers for the soupy chili, and other runny soups, but not for stews of beef or bean type. Yeah, yeah, blathering. Let me get to it. I may, if it all works out, get to a bit of yard work tomorrow. Just raking a section, picking up some of the smaller limbs, and... being outside in fresh air.
Good day.
Starting to feel like a vampire.
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No, no hunger for blood. Not of the vampire sort anyway. A little combat would be nice, sort of. It is just that as the sun begins to lighten the air just a tadge I find myself ready for bed. I don't like sleeping during the day, either. Because of the higher temps and light I don't sleep as well so I end up sleeping longer or not as well.
I'm not sure how my plans for getting to swimming and Mass Monday will work out. The alarm clock hasn't been helping, nor have my other efforts. I'll get there, soon enough, if not Monday.
How good is your sense of smell? This evening I noticed something wafting in from... somewhere. Sweet, grainy, earthy... It turned out to be the beans I am soaking. They had been soaking, in cold water, for several hours. In a pot with a lid on it. Simply put, that doesn't make sense. I shouldn't have been able to smell that. I can even smell when meats, rapped in plastic, I have out are thawed. Is that... natural? Normal? Remember, I chew tobacco. I sort of thought that would throw off my sense of smell. It doesn't, not for me. All of my senses, when I am able to focus at a normal level, are rather acute. I even have outstanding night vision. Not bad for someone who has not eaten properly for most of my adult life. It's not due to carrots.
I would like to stay up and cook the beans but a rinse and back to soaking is as good as I can do. The hamburger should be thawed by the time I wake up to begin working on the meal, though. I had forgotten that little detail. Chili sure sounds good. While it is spring, it is still rather chill usually. I'll have to give the neighbors a call, see if chili sounds good for them tonight or tomorrow. Oh, I have been keeping up on the dishes too. It's odd with just one person. It isn't worth doing one or two plates or dishes, but it accumulates quickly. It's like cooking for one, a bit of a trick.
Good night-morning.
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No, no hunger for blood. Not of the vampire sort anyway. A little combat would be nice, sort of. It is just that as the sun begins to lighten the air just a tadge I find myself ready for bed. I don't like sleeping during the day, either. Because of the higher temps and light I don't sleep as well so I end up sleeping longer or not as well.
I'm not sure how my plans for getting to swimming and Mass Monday will work out. The alarm clock hasn't been helping, nor have my other efforts. I'll get there, soon enough, if not Monday.
How good is your sense of smell? This evening I noticed something wafting in from... somewhere. Sweet, grainy, earthy... It turned out to be the beans I am soaking. They had been soaking, in cold water, for several hours. In a pot with a lid on it. Simply put, that doesn't make sense. I shouldn't have been able to smell that. I can even smell when meats, rapped in plastic, I have out are thawed. Is that... natural? Normal? Remember, I chew tobacco. I sort of thought that would throw off my sense of smell. It doesn't, not for me. All of my senses, when I am able to focus at a normal level, are rather acute. I even have outstanding night vision. Not bad for someone who has not eaten properly for most of my adult life. It's not due to carrots.
I would like to stay up and cook the beans but a rinse and back to soaking is as good as I can do. The hamburger should be thawed by the time I wake up to begin working on the meal, though. I had forgotten that little detail. Chili sure sounds good. While it is spring, it is still rather chill usually. I'll have to give the neighbors a call, see if chili sounds good for them tonight or tomorrow. Oh, I have been keeping up on the dishes too. It's odd with just one person. It isn't worth doing one or two plates or dishes, but it accumulates quickly. It's like cooking for one, a bit of a trick.
Good night-morning.
Friday, March 30, 2012
The great escape.
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I did, finally, get out last tonight. It was later than I had hoped and I couldn't sleep afterward. I purchased several new dishpans, a couple of smaller storage boxes for specific purposes, a smaller rug for near my computer (the old one is... ratty), and bagels and cream cheese. Nothing fancy. Though I needed most of those things, nothing was vital. Counting coup. The large storage box is actually going to be a bathtub based dishpan for my bigger pots, pans, and the roaster. Those things hang up my efforts to clean because they don't fit any of the sinks and I just have to talk myself into getting messy by cleaning those a corner at a time. I often end up soaked, too. Now I can cook to my heart's delight. To that end I have started soaking three pounds of beans for chili. I may offer my neighbors some, though it might be on the hotter side (even though I make it somewhat mild to my tastes). We will see.
I am also thawing that corned beef. I would like to make that. I couldn't eat all of that, either. But I know someone who might be interested. Pass a meal back once in a while, when I can. I love to cook, if I can't do it... on demand.
I may try to get out again tonight. I really need milk. As the seasons change, milk is coming back into fashion. In the winter I really don't drink, nor want to drink, as much. A gallon of whole milk a week at times, though often I can get two down. In the summer, three gallons is minimal. I don't feed the cats milk much anymore, since I learned it really isn't good for them. Sometimes only one or the other cat is interested anyway. Just a dab once in a while and they are happy. Sometimes I just share out of my cup.
While my days and nights seem to be getting confused, I am hoping to go ahead and get cracking on some of the heavier cleaning. Sweeping and mopping, picking up and vacuuming, and the bathrooms. I really need to figure my main bathroom out, it seems to be getting plugged far too often. I have a lousy plunger, but it does seem to do the trick, after great effort, for now. So I don't think it is roots. Still, a good 20' snake, or longer, might be needed. A professional plunger would be nice too. I've looked for the good plungers both locally and a bit in Ogden, to no good ends. For whatever reason I just can't seem to find one. I may have to order online.
I also need to get in for a haircut. I sort of like this, as I have said.
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I did, finally, get out last tonight. It was later than I had hoped and I couldn't sleep afterward. I purchased several new dishpans, a couple of smaller storage boxes for specific purposes, a smaller rug for near my computer (the old one is... ratty), and bagels and cream cheese. Nothing fancy. Though I needed most of those things, nothing was vital. Counting coup. The large storage box is actually going to be a bathtub based dishpan for my bigger pots, pans, and the roaster. Those things hang up my efforts to clean because they don't fit any of the sinks and I just have to talk myself into getting messy by cleaning those a corner at a time. I often end up soaked, too. Now I can cook to my heart's delight. To that end I have started soaking three pounds of beans for chili. I may offer my neighbors some, though it might be on the hotter side (even though I make it somewhat mild to my tastes). We will see.
I am also thawing that corned beef. I would like to make that. I couldn't eat all of that, either. But I know someone who might be interested. Pass a meal back once in a while, when I can. I love to cook, if I can't do it... on demand.
I may try to get out again tonight. I really need milk. As the seasons change, milk is coming back into fashion. In the winter I really don't drink, nor want to drink, as much. A gallon of whole milk a week at times, though often I can get two down. In the summer, three gallons is minimal. I don't feed the cats milk much anymore, since I learned it really isn't good for them. Sometimes only one or the other cat is interested anyway. Just a dab once in a while and they are happy. Sometimes I just share out of my cup.
While my days and nights seem to be getting confused, I am hoping to go ahead and get cracking on some of the heavier cleaning. Sweeping and mopping, picking up and vacuuming, and the bathrooms. I really need to figure my main bathroom out, it seems to be getting plugged far too often. I have a lousy plunger, but it does seem to do the trick, after great effort, for now. So I don't think it is roots. Still, a good 20' snake, or longer, might be needed. A professional plunger would be nice too. I've looked for the good plungers both locally and a bit in Ogden, to no good ends. For whatever reason I just can't seem to find one. I may have to order online.
I also need to get in for a haircut. I sort of like this, as I have said.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Of course, I didn't sleep early last night.
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No, whatever else, sleep was not in the cards until even later in the morning than usual. Not until after 8:00 did I finally slow down enough to try to sleep, after a call to my mother even then. And it was still a task getting to sleep. Title wave? I wish I could channel that source of power. I could probably electrify a small city with it. Getting to bed so late meant I slept long. Ah well, the goals are still set and the plans are intended and will be implemented soon or late. I have my mind and my eyes fixed on the goals.
I did look over chainsaw information. It seems the main danger is kickback, with other dangers including keeping your feet, paying attention to the physics of the cut, and standard gas engine and power tool considerations. I won't tell you why I fear chainsaws, only that I think with a little practice I can overcome it. They make wonderful tools, or weapons of terror. I knew someone one, back when I was a kid, who kept his chainsaw sharp and in good repair himself. I am not certain that is advisable for most. Much like most auto repair work. At this point it is beyond most people, especially with the added risk of destroying the warranty (if one exists).
I also dropped by the Apple store. It seems that I can add my own CDs to the playlist. That should help bunches. I have between three and four hundred CDs. Though it will be nice to get some songs in singles, from groups I generally have zero interest in otherwise. Of course, it will take a ton of time to upload three hundred fifty CDs, give or take. Ugh. A few a week, I suppose. That is, when the store will let me join. Last night they indicated there was some kind of problem. I hope it was just late night maintenance.
I may get into town tonight. Just... to get out. I am itching to get going with life again, but like usual, for health and other reasons, I am having to paw around the edges until I can get the whole thing working well and rightly. I need to find out if Walmart accepts coupons from all other stores. If so, I should have a much easier time keeping in caffeine. Soda is so expensive anymore, without a coupon.
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No, whatever else, sleep was not in the cards until even later in the morning than usual. Not until after 8:00 did I finally slow down enough to try to sleep, after a call to my mother even then. And it was still a task getting to sleep. Title wave? I wish I could channel that source of power. I could probably electrify a small city with it. Getting to bed so late meant I slept long. Ah well, the goals are still set and the plans are intended and will be implemented soon or late. I have my mind and my eyes fixed on the goals.
I did look over chainsaw information. It seems the main danger is kickback, with other dangers including keeping your feet, paying attention to the physics of the cut, and standard gas engine and power tool considerations. I won't tell you why I fear chainsaws, only that I think with a little practice I can overcome it. They make wonderful tools, or weapons of terror. I knew someone one, back when I was a kid, who kept his chainsaw sharp and in good repair himself. I am not certain that is advisable for most. Much like most auto repair work. At this point it is beyond most people, especially with the added risk of destroying the warranty (if one exists).
I also dropped by the Apple store. It seems that I can add my own CDs to the playlist. That should help bunches. I have between three and four hundred CDs. Though it will be nice to get some songs in singles, from groups I generally have zero interest in otherwise. Of course, it will take a ton of time to upload three hundred fifty CDs, give or take. Ugh. A few a week, I suppose. That is, when the store will let me join. Last night they indicated there was some kind of problem. I hope it was just late night maintenance.
I may get into town tonight. Just... to get out. I am itching to get going with life again, but like usual, for health and other reasons, I am having to paw around the edges until I can get the whole thing working well and rightly. I need to find out if Walmart accepts coupons from all other stores. If so, I should have a much easier time keeping in caffeine. Soda is so expensive anymore, without a coupon.
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