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Looking for a song for six hours, something that sort of got in my head but not well enough that I could more directly search it out. The terms "white line" and "steps" finally got me there, but those only came to memory after four hours of searching through artists and songs that might be the ones. And, no, it wasn't L.A. Guns. It was Alice in Chains, the song was "Real Thing". It wasn't even a great song. Just... something that came to mind because of a number of unrelated thoughts while looking through other music videos. Now I can go on to find other music, something more useful, enjoyable. Unfortunately, now there is another song from the wayback machine in my mind. Ah well. I am going to try to ignore it.
My neck is still sore but the rest of me feels better. A little more work would be good but dinner is sticking with me. Two hours out and I am still absolutely stuffed. It wasn't that much food, either. It's the contents, most likely. Beans, ham, cheese, a lot of liquid, sour cream, along with a glass of milk, just doesn't digest all that swiftly.
It's about time to give my friend a call. I would like to finish mowing tomorrow, though I think I could still make it to a shooting match. Especially if I can mow early, taking a nap if need be. Hmm, I might be able to get the second bedroom set up tonight. I don't know about moving anything, or doing other work, but that would make life easier. Cleaning the bathroom would also be good. While it is true that I have not been doing large amounts of work I haven't ever quite stopped. Even if I just do a spot of work here, a little organizing there, this and that when I see it and can do it. I've been doing things very piecemeal. Frustrating as that is, it sure beats a complete dead stop. Though sometimes the difference can be quite slight, the truth is continuing is much better.
I hope to get to more things, back to Mass at least once in the coming week, a haircut or at least a trim, the completion of my room, at least cleaning it out and checking to see if the crawl space is dry enough to monkey around down in. Anything else is a definite maybe. On my maybe list is taking a hike, getting in to swim at least once, and perhaps completing the water heater installation. To those ends I am thinking about heading in tonight to look at the carpet steam cleaners. I may just do that online though, first. Though matching up models online with what I saw in the store seems to be impossible. Why do they show different pictures, or even completely different models, online at a price range, than what is actually in the stores? Bleh.
Later, maybe good night.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
More!
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I did get the last half of the back yard mowed. It was a struggle, I'll tell you. Still, I wanted to get more done. So I went to the other side of the garage and began. The mower was not just hard to push but kept dying. Oh? So I took a closer look at the wheels. The front wheels were all the way down. No guff it was hard. So, I raised those to a proper middling level and... the task became a breeze. I did half of that patch. No, no, I was quite truly done at that point. If I had had the wheels set properly to start though, I think I could have finished without a fuss. I think the neighbor boy will like the new configuration too. Could the wheels have slipped, did he or I goof up when adjusting them some time, did I just think it was better? I don't know. Fixed now, though. I would set the alarm and try again later but I think the sun is speeding too quickly into the mountains. I know tomorrow is Sunday, but... I'll finish that then, if I can.
Tonight? I will just have to see if I can bounce back. An half hour is fine for a first rest, but won't work this time. I need an hour more this time. Stupid wheels! But working was great fun! I truly enjoy when I can get to it. Monday, if I can get to it, I would like to saw the last of the logs. I am sure I have a few pieces of lumber, 2x4 type, which I can use to stack the logs on. And, oddly, I had a tarp blow into my yard recently that would be sufficient to offer rain shelter. It ain't pretty but it is pretty much whole, large enough, and some of the rope-rings are still on it. I knew yeast did this, but free blowing tarp? *grins*
I am getting hungry though. Oh, I do have brots... and I have ham and bean soup (and cheese, though I'm not telling what kind this time :P). So much to do, and I would love to take a shower today. Maybe after I decide about whether to move the bed or not. The thing about moving the bed, is... not only do I have to make the other bed, I also need to move it so as to even be able to bring the other bed in there. And somehow I will still need room for my dresser in there too. Oh, I'll get it done. If I can move an extra thick mattress up stairs that cut at a 90 degree angel, and which I had to FOLD THE MATTRESS IN HALF to even get it in the space, then feed it through that 90 degree bend, I can... do this. At least I don't have a woman chastising me the whole way. Oh, never worry, she got oiled. Way too much squeaking. I should have just laid waste to her squeaking right there but I was... busy. Never mind.
Dinner. Yes. Then I'll put an hour on the clock, maybe an extra half hour if digestion is still an issue. Oh, so far, about that contest between beans and cheese? Beans are definitely winning this one. No gas, the way I cook beans I rarely get gas (or a cast iron gullet, not sure which). But Beethoven would be proud of my movements. Work must make me silly. Sure like it, and the good mood after, whatever the case. Later.
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I did get the last half of the back yard mowed. It was a struggle, I'll tell you. Still, I wanted to get more done. So I went to the other side of the garage and began. The mower was not just hard to push but kept dying. Oh? So I took a closer look at the wheels. The front wheels were all the way down. No guff it was hard. So, I raised those to a proper middling level and... the task became a breeze. I did half of that patch. No, no, I was quite truly done at that point. If I had had the wheels set properly to start though, I think I could have finished without a fuss. I think the neighbor boy will like the new configuration too. Could the wheels have slipped, did he or I goof up when adjusting them some time, did I just think it was better? I don't know. Fixed now, though. I would set the alarm and try again later but I think the sun is speeding too quickly into the mountains. I know tomorrow is Sunday, but... I'll finish that then, if I can.
Tonight? I will just have to see if I can bounce back. An half hour is fine for a first rest, but won't work this time. I need an hour more this time. Stupid wheels! But working was great fun! I truly enjoy when I can get to it. Monday, if I can get to it, I would like to saw the last of the logs. I am sure I have a few pieces of lumber, 2x4 type, which I can use to stack the logs on. And, oddly, I had a tarp blow into my yard recently that would be sufficient to offer rain shelter. It ain't pretty but it is pretty much whole, large enough, and some of the rope-rings are still on it. I knew yeast did this, but free blowing tarp? *grins*
I am getting hungry though. Oh, I do have brots... and I have ham and bean soup (and cheese, though I'm not telling what kind this time :P). So much to do, and I would love to take a shower today. Maybe after I decide about whether to move the bed or not. The thing about moving the bed, is... not only do I have to make the other bed, I also need to move it so as to even be able to bring the other bed in there. And somehow I will still need room for my dresser in there too. Oh, I'll get it done. If I can move an extra thick mattress up stairs that cut at a 90 degree angel, and which I had to FOLD THE MATTRESS IN HALF to even get it in the space, then feed it through that 90 degree bend, I can... do this. At least I don't have a woman chastising me the whole way. Oh, never worry, she got oiled. Way too much squeaking. I should have just laid waste to her squeaking right there but I was... busy. Never mind.
Dinner. Yes. Then I'll put an hour on the clock, maybe an extra half hour if digestion is still an issue. Oh, so far, about that contest between beans and cheese? Beans are definitely winning this one. No gas, the way I cook beans I rarely get gas (or a cast iron gullet, not sure which). But Beethoven would be proud of my movements. Work must make me silly. Sure like it, and the good mood after, whatever the case. Later.
Long and wet.
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I gave it a good go. I can't do it all in one shot. I did half of the back yard, so about a third of what I need done. Wet long grass makes for some serious pushing. I have set the alarm for 30 minutes. If it is still light enough I will get out see about finishing the other half of the back lawn. That would leave the East side of the driveway. While it is about a third of the total area, the grass there is much higher. Still, from what I remember, if it dries out before I mow it, the work should be about equal to what I just did. Okay, I'm fibbing here. Fibbing can make getting to it easier, then once at the task, pride or stubbornness or something kicks in and the job gets done. So... work with me. And it is only the back third of the side lawn that has gotten extra long. Still working the angels, as you can see.
It is loverly to use muscle, finally. I hate the sorting, picking up, decision making, and all that. I don't know how women do that, but they really seem to have a natural affinity for it. When I let women do that I often lose important (to me, and sometimes actual) things, but like the plover and the croc, it... works out just fine.
I thought about heading into town, but after the mowing, and feeling good about it, I may just stay home and make another dent in the bedroom, hitting the bathroom just a bit too. To that end I have sprayed the toilette with... stuff. A little muscle work and a little more sorting and some cleaning, just to keep a balance going. If I set up my second bed with sheets and such, I may end up sleeping in there tonight. If I do that, I may move the bed out of the main bedroom tonight. Even with good muscle, that task is a challenge. It is only a queen size bed, but everything is extra extra thick. The weight isn't so much of a problem, though it is a consideration, as is getting the springs and mattress through tight corners, avoiding snags, and such, more with the limited ability to get my body to the best swivel point do to just how things work out. It's a muscular geometry problem. Who knows what will happen today. My blood pressure was 205/130, but my pulse was a hundred (if I might have shot it up doing some goofing beforehand). I doubt if it takes much to elevate my pulse at the moment. When I finish working for the day, and rest for a good hour, I would like to check it again. Later.
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I gave it a good go. I can't do it all in one shot. I did half of the back yard, so about a third of what I need done. Wet long grass makes for some serious pushing. I have set the alarm for 30 minutes. If it is still light enough I will get out see about finishing the other half of the back lawn. That would leave the East side of the driveway. While it is about a third of the total area, the grass there is much higher. Still, from what I remember, if it dries out before I mow it, the work should be about equal to what I just did. Okay, I'm fibbing here. Fibbing can make getting to it easier, then once at the task, pride or stubbornness or something kicks in and the job gets done. So... work with me. And it is only the back third of the side lawn that has gotten extra long. Still working the angels, as you can see.
It is loverly to use muscle, finally. I hate the sorting, picking up, decision making, and all that. I don't know how women do that, but they really seem to have a natural affinity for it. When I let women do that I often lose important (to me, and sometimes actual) things, but like the plover and the croc, it... works out just fine.
I thought about heading into town, but after the mowing, and feeling good about it, I may just stay home and make another dent in the bedroom, hitting the bathroom just a bit too. To that end I have sprayed the toilette with... stuff. A little muscle work and a little more sorting and some cleaning, just to keep a balance going. If I set up my second bed with sheets and such, I may end up sleeping in there tonight. If I do that, I may move the bed out of the main bedroom tonight. Even with good muscle, that task is a challenge. It is only a queen size bed, but everything is extra extra thick. The weight isn't so much of a problem, though it is a consideration, as is getting the springs and mattress through tight corners, avoiding snags, and such, more with the limited ability to get my body to the best swivel point do to just how things work out. It's a muscular geometry problem. Who knows what will happen today. My blood pressure was 205/130, but my pulse was a hundred (if I might have shot it up doing some goofing beforehand). I doubt if it takes much to elevate my pulse at the moment. When I finish working for the day, and rest for a good hour, I would like to check it again. Later.
Just getting up, really?
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My sleep has been better, but in short cycles. I am still sleeping about half of my time, but now in two shifts a day. Oh it just happens. My friend called, several times I think, today. The one time I could actually move enough to find my phone I couldn't figure out how to answer it. So, I'll call him soon. I'll try to make my waking time more toward the afternoon tomorrow and call him tonight to let him know. I can... adjust my sleep, in these phases, just a bit.
I feel like crap. My neck hurts, my body is just sore, both possibly from sitting in one place for too long and from sleeping so many hours. I can't seem to break out of it, at the moment. I am going to try something though. I believe I am going to go out and mow what of my portion of the yard is left to mow. I don't know if I will get to it all, but when I start things sometimes the joy of the work just pulls me on through.
I suggested, in a reply in comments, that I suspect men, some men, give off a heady dose of hormones, pheromones more like. I have never been able to notice it, but then I'm not a woman. However I have noticed the scent of a woman. That is definitely heady. Women try to use feminine deodorizers for that. I must tell you ladies... it doesn't work. It simply adds to it, making it easier to notice you. Next time you want to try that, just write "ME" in bright red lipstick on your forehead. Cheaper and as affective. As women age that naturally seems to soften. And I suspect the pill pretty much kills it too. I must assume some men give off a powerful manly version of it. Actually, I am almost sure of it. Have you ever seen your cats, when they get that frozen half-yawn half-sneeze going on? Where they smell something and just become weird? I do that to my 'girls' once in a while. Either that or too many beans in my diet? I didn't notice it as much when I was young, but after about 30 years on the ground I started to notice it greatly. Where I live it is on the wind, unlike where I used to live. It is definitely a better culture here. A culture that... believes in life, birth, men, and women, as things are supposed to be.
Hmm, best get dressed for mowing, shorts won't do, and try to hit the yard before too long. I'll let you know if the work kills me... or maybe I won't let you know, so there? I'm going to check my bp before working, then after I have rested. Just... curious. Later.
I feel like crap. My neck hurts, my body is just sore, both possibly from sitting in one place for too long and from sleeping so many hours. I can't seem to break out of it, at the moment. I am going to try something though. I believe I am going to go out and mow what of my portion of the yard is left to mow. I don't know if I will get to it all, but when I start things sometimes the joy of the work just pulls me on through.
I suggested, in a reply in comments, that I suspect men, some men, give off a heady dose of hormones, pheromones more like. I have never been able to notice it, but then I'm not a woman. However I have noticed the scent of a woman. That is definitely heady. Women try to use feminine deodorizers for that. I must tell you ladies... it doesn't work. It simply adds to it, making it easier to notice you. Next time you want to try that, just write "ME" in bright red lipstick on your forehead. Cheaper and as affective. As women age that naturally seems to soften. And I suspect the pill pretty much kills it too. I must assume some men give off a powerful manly version of it. Actually, I am almost sure of it. Have you ever seen your cats, when they get that frozen half-yawn half-sneeze going on? Where they smell something and just become weird? I do that to my 'girls' once in a while. Either that or too many beans in my diet? I didn't notice it as much when I was young, but after about 30 years on the ground I started to notice it greatly. Where I live it is on the wind, unlike where I used to live. It is definitely a better culture here. A culture that... believes in life, birth, men, and women, as things are supposed to be.
Hmm, best get dressed for mowing, shorts won't do, and try to hit the yard before too long. I'll let you know if the work kills me... or maybe I won't let you know, so there? I'm going to check my bp before working, then after I have rested. Just... curious. Later.
Bedtime.
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Again, again, it is bedtime that is. I'm down to sleeping two or three times a day. Or... up to that, if you are an argumentative woman type who says things in silly ways. Never mind.
I've been looking for a song I used to really like. I couldn't remember the exact words or the group. That usually keeps me busy for a bit. I think, think I say, the group is L.A. Guns. A hairband, but... rather a better one, or I always thought. I still like a few of the hairbands today... so long as I don't have to look at pictures of the bands when I do so. Not like most bad boy bands today are all that much better, long hair only now it's greasy or dirty or totally unkempt. Then again, I don't like watching most bands today, either. So, I find the group. Finding the song should be easy, right? Nope! Still haven't found it. I'm beginning to wonder if it is another group. I think, I say I think, I have the CD somewhere. The song has something to do with driving in the middle of the road, going down steps, something about the end of the line maybe? I didn't want to go looking for the CD tonight, still not up to much... can't go looking, actually. See, even the things I want to do, and which are in my mind and seemingly easily in reach... I can do little, physically.
I put batteries in my bp machine today. It seems I am running at about 133/206. Yeah, not good. But my pulse was only 89. Take what you can get, I suppose? No doubt, for whatever reason, my blood sugar is probably sky high. My guess is those are the problems. I really ought to get back on medicine. To be honest though, I best do that very slowly. No jumping back on like I have done in the past. A few days, or even weeks, perhaps even a few months? Fine, I can go back on at full speed. It has been far too long. One or two at a time, partial doses, see how that goes, then add it back in up to my liveable doses. Hmm, 206? That is only off my record high by about 10 points. It would be awesome! If it weren't. heh
Good night.
I've been looking for a song I used to really like. I couldn't remember the exact words or the group. That usually keeps me busy for a bit. I think, think I say, the group is L.A. Guns. A hairband, but... rather a better one, or I always thought. I still like a few of the hairbands today... so long as I don't have to look at pictures of the bands when I do so. Not like most bad boy bands today are all that much better, long hair only now it's greasy or dirty or totally unkempt. Then again, I don't like watching most bands today, either. So, I find the group. Finding the song should be easy, right? Nope! Still haven't found it. I'm beginning to wonder if it is another group. I think, I say I think, I have the CD somewhere. The song has something to do with driving in the middle of the road, going down steps, something about the end of the line maybe? I didn't want to go looking for the CD tonight, still not up to much... can't go looking, actually. See, even the things I want to do, and which are in my mind and seemingly easily in reach... I can do little, physically.
I put batteries in my bp machine today. It seems I am running at about 133/206. Yeah, not good. But my pulse was only 89. Take what you can get, I suppose? No doubt, for whatever reason, my blood sugar is probably sky high. My guess is those are the problems. I really ought to get back on medicine. To be honest though, I best do that very slowly. No jumping back on like I have done in the past. A few days, or even weeks, perhaps even a few months? Fine, I can go back on at full speed. It has been far too long. One or two at a time, partial doses, see how that goes, then add it back in up to my liveable doses. Hmm, 206? That is only off my record high by about 10 points. It would be awesome! If it weren't. heh
Good night.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Oh, well, that too.
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I made it to noon or so, but the weather had closed in. I was getting hail here, very small stones, the ones that float. Does that video remind anyone else of even the modern equation of the public, science, and politics at work? The hail melted almost too fast to actually see. There, there, there, where? I called my friend, but as I suspected, the shoot had been called off. Other than hail, and occasional rain, wind and cold had returned full force. Up a bit longer and it was nap time.
I ended up sleeping quite a nap, three or more like four hours. And I felt like just staying in bed. I used bean soup to get me out of bed. I saw a package of spiral cut ham remnants the other day, brought it home to add to the last of my beans, and it turned out quite well. So, I poured some of that mix into a bowl and heated it. There are some things microwaves do, do well, and which doesn't destroy the flavor. This was such a case. And, remembering cheese, I grabbed a bit of that. Thinking more would be better, I added more cheese. Actually, I thought even more sounded great, I went for another portion. Well, there are limits on cheese. Trying to get portions right in the throws of waking up probably isn't my forte. Lets just say there is such a thing as too much cheese. I found that tipping point, and raised two ounces. Cheddar fondu with beans and ham, not bean and ham soup. Still, when I am still mostly asleep, and hungry, and warm food is before me... a quick prayer and down the hatch. All good, though the contest between the beans and the cheese in my g.i. may end up being long lived and epic. *ruh-rho!*
The sun has been shining then running away in a hurry off and on all day. Almost enough to confuse my system enough to cause a psychological condition not too different from what a merry-go-round used to do. Oh well, I'll get over it. By the way, while I was writing this I was wondering if kids even have access to merry-go-rounds anymore? Before long kids are simply going to be bundled in safety wrap that doesn't allow them to touch anything (or reach, feel, move at any velocity) to keep them "safe". Anyway. Jumping from sunny to hard overcast, seemingly a dozen times just sort of got to me. While I technically napped, I doubt if I slept more than a half hour the whole time. Then again, I might have been dreaming? No, I don't think so.
Hmm, later or possibly... good night? Yep, one of those kinds of days.
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I made it to noon or so, but the weather had closed in. I was getting hail here, very small stones, the ones that float. Does that video remind anyone else of even the modern equation of the public, science, and politics at work? The hail melted almost too fast to actually see. There, there, there, where? I called my friend, but as I suspected, the shoot had been called off. Other than hail, and occasional rain, wind and cold had returned full force. Up a bit longer and it was nap time.
I ended up sleeping quite a nap, three or more like four hours. And I felt like just staying in bed. I used bean soup to get me out of bed. I saw a package of spiral cut ham remnants the other day, brought it home to add to the last of my beans, and it turned out quite well. So, I poured some of that mix into a bowl and heated it. There are some things microwaves do, do well, and which doesn't destroy the flavor. This was such a case. And, remembering cheese, I grabbed a bit of that. Thinking more would be better, I added more cheese. Actually, I thought even more sounded great, I went for another portion. Well, there are limits on cheese. Trying to get portions right in the throws of waking up probably isn't my forte. Lets just say there is such a thing as too much cheese. I found that tipping point, and raised two ounces. Cheddar fondu with beans and ham, not bean and ham soup. Still, when I am still mostly asleep, and hungry, and warm food is before me... a quick prayer and down the hatch. All good, though the contest between the beans and the cheese in my g.i. may end up being long lived and epic. *ruh-rho!*
The sun has been shining then running away in a hurry off and on all day. Almost enough to confuse my system enough to cause a psychological condition not too different from what a merry-go-round used to do. Oh well, I'll get over it. By the way, while I was writing this I was wondering if kids even have access to merry-go-rounds anymore? Before long kids are simply going to be bundled in safety wrap that doesn't allow them to touch anything (or reach, feel, move at any velocity) to keep them "safe". Anyway. Jumping from sunny to hard overcast, seemingly a dozen times just sort of got to me. While I technically napped, I doubt if I slept more than a half hour the whole time. Then again, I might have been dreaming? No, I don't think so.
Hmm, later or possibly... good night? Yep, one of those kinds of days.
The corner.
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I had been dreading "the corner". It seems, however, that chipping away at it over the week and then just being able to let go and do has gotten the job done very quickly. I even vacuumed the baking soda off the floor, though I didn't expect that to take long, I was more nearly superstitiously fearful of electrocution with that task. That powder sure feels wet when it is cold. After pushing my fingers past the powder though, the carpet was surely dry. Or... was it? Never mind. Done. I still have a bit more to do in there, but really only moving the furniture out is left. Which requires finding the furniture coasters or seeing if the dresser will move well enough without them. Moving the bed will just be mule strength, which is the easiest thing for me.
While speaking to my mother this morning, she indicated that neither of us boys always listen to her or respect her age and wisdom. When a man, one of her peers, is around, however, things change. True, yeah I see that. Then I started to think. I remember teachers in school, high school, female types. Some of them could handle boys, some simply... couldn't. There is a trick to it. I don't know it, completely, as I only know my side of that equation. I decided to run through it a bit, roughly, to get it... more set in my mind.
First thing, a woman shouldn't challenge a boy or male. There may come a point where she has to become dominant, but that should be after she has the reins well in hand. Getting squeaky or domineering before she has the situation in some kind of order is a great way to become totally incomprehensible to a male. Or, even for women teachers or other non-kin, it will make them a sexual target. Nothing like damsel in distress to bring out the white night (or wolf, or both) in men and boys. We, as teens, had no clue. We just reacted. But as men, it means... shove her aside and figure things out because she obviously is in peril.
My mother wants control, or at least respect. She simply goes about it the wrong way. Cool things down, don't panic and become squeaky (or bitter). Stomping of feet won't work, undermines the notion that she does know (even if she happens to know) what she is on about. It's, at best, a mixed signal. Men are not about yes and no in the same breath. So, we take charge. Right or wrong, that is how it works. I will be working on this notion and try to explain it to my mother. Most likely, in this case, she will feel hurt and annoyed that I am trying to "school her". She is just as stubborn as I can be. However, in time, with a little coaching, if she really wants some sense of being appreciated and given credit, she might come around.
Still, that whole seeming out of control and lost is one means of a woman getting assistance quickly. There is a time for that. I think my mother simply doesn't employ her tools right for a proper fit in the war of the sexes well, always. She has a better soft-paw than a right-hook, give or take. Still, if she wants to change that I might be able to help. Oh, sure, it will never be completely functional. Women simply aren't men. If they try to interject when that isn't sought, chances of failure are good. Her other trick will be to learn to pick her battles, then her strategy. You can't be right all the time, even if you are. It doesn't fly well.
That should... do for now. I'll think on it more. She can practice when she is here. I will certainly be a fine specimen of boy/man for her to test these things on. Huh? Yeah, I said "Huh?" to YOU! :p On to a shower and shave, I think, if I can get it in.
Later.
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I had been dreading "the corner". It seems, however, that chipping away at it over the week and then just being able to let go and do has gotten the job done very quickly. I even vacuumed the baking soda off the floor, though I didn't expect that to take long, I was more nearly superstitiously fearful of electrocution with that task. That powder sure feels wet when it is cold. After pushing my fingers past the powder though, the carpet was surely dry. Or... was it? Never mind. Done. I still have a bit more to do in there, but really only moving the furniture out is left. Which requires finding the furniture coasters or seeing if the dresser will move well enough without them. Moving the bed will just be mule strength, which is the easiest thing for me.
While speaking to my mother this morning, she indicated that neither of us boys always listen to her or respect her age and wisdom. When a man, one of her peers, is around, however, things change. True, yeah I see that. Then I started to think. I remember teachers in school, high school, female types. Some of them could handle boys, some simply... couldn't. There is a trick to it. I don't know it, completely, as I only know my side of that equation. I decided to run through it a bit, roughly, to get it... more set in my mind.
First thing, a woman shouldn't challenge a boy or male. There may come a point where she has to become dominant, but that should be after she has the reins well in hand. Getting squeaky or domineering before she has the situation in some kind of order is a great way to become totally incomprehensible to a male. Or, even for women teachers or other non-kin, it will make them a sexual target. Nothing like damsel in distress to bring out the white night (or wolf, or both) in men and boys. We, as teens, had no clue. We just reacted. But as men, it means... shove her aside and figure things out because she obviously is in peril.
My mother wants control, or at least respect. She simply goes about it the wrong way. Cool things down, don't panic and become squeaky (or bitter). Stomping of feet won't work, undermines the notion that she does know (even if she happens to know) what she is on about. It's, at best, a mixed signal. Men are not about yes and no in the same breath. So, we take charge. Right or wrong, that is how it works. I will be working on this notion and try to explain it to my mother. Most likely, in this case, she will feel hurt and annoyed that I am trying to "school her". She is just as stubborn as I can be. However, in time, with a little coaching, if she really wants some sense of being appreciated and given credit, she might come around.
Still, that whole seeming out of control and lost is one means of a woman getting assistance quickly. There is a time for that. I think my mother simply doesn't employ her tools right for a proper fit in the war of the sexes well, always. She has a better soft-paw than a right-hook, give or take. Still, if she wants to change that I might be able to help. Oh, sure, it will never be completely functional. Women simply aren't men. If they try to interject when that isn't sought, chances of failure are good. Her other trick will be to learn to pick her battles, then her strategy. You can't be right all the time, even if you are. It doesn't fly well.
That should... do for now. I'll think on it more. She can practice when she is here. I will certainly be a fine specimen of boy/man for her to test these things on. Huh? Yeah, I said "Huh?" to YOU! :p On to a shower and shave, I think, if I can get it in.
Later.
Didn't get to bed until late.
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I got a call this morning. Couldn't be sure what time it was, and I automatically answered it. Quite a trick with the phone both plugged in and attached to... something. Never mind. It was my mom, and as I slowly figured out it was 8:30. A bit of talking as I woke up, about something. Then she said, "Oh, did I wake you? I'm so sorry." As I was saying that it was okay, not a problem, she burst into laughter. She wasn't sorry! Damned women anyway, cruel, I tell you. Had to laugh though. Oh, and she is almost through her second week of quitting smoking! I told her, if she keeps it up, when she is out I will begin, begin to quit that is. I will start buying patches for when she is here. Rather than buying the lot all at once, I'll buy a few boxes of nico-patches per month. I like to have a good head start on supplies, so I don't run out at the wrong time. Namely, running out when I happen to be broke (or feel broke).
And, yes, it woke me up. My body is just... set to be up. I am tired, still. I didn't get 12 hours of sleep. But I don't think I needed it today. Something is just... different. It does help, too, to have the sun shining this morning. When I spiral downward, healthwise, and the weather closes in on top of it, my troubles double. It is just the way it is. Hmm, some beans and ham sound good for breakfast, in a bit. A little food in the gullet, but just a bite, seems to help.
I don't know what I can get done this morning, work-wise. I'll try to do a bit. But what I had believed was to be an afternoon shoot yesterday my friend believed was for today. So, that is the plan. I don't want to push my first day back on my feet, either. Though I think I can get a good start on that remaining corner area this morning. And, I finally realized that the carpet is and has been dry for quite some time. It is just that the baking soda, when cold, feels wet. I don't think I caused it to be wet by walking in the area at all. After vacuuming and some other work, a shower and a trip to town. An hour and a half has passed since the call, mostly wandering here and there, feeding the cats, and reading blogs and bits of news. Time sure flies sometimes.
Well, on to the rest of life. Good day.
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I got a call this morning. Couldn't be sure what time it was, and I automatically answered it. Quite a trick with the phone both plugged in and attached to... something. Never mind. It was my mom, and as I slowly figured out it was 8:30. A bit of talking as I woke up, about something. Then she said, "Oh, did I wake you? I'm so sorry." As I was saying that it was okay, not a problem, she burst into laughter. She wasn't sorry! Damned women anyway, cruel, I tell you. Had to laugh though. Oh, and she is almost through her second week of quitting smoking! I told her, if she keeps it up, when she is out I will begin, begin to quit that is. I will start buying patches for when she is here. Rather than buying the lot all at once, I'll buy a few boxes of nico-patches per month. I like to have a good head start on supplies, so I don't run out at the wrong time. Namely, running out when I happen to be broke (or feel broke).
And, yes, it woke me up. My body is just... set to be up. I am tired, still. I didn't get 12 hours of sleep. But I don't think I needed it today. Something is just... different. It does help, too, to have the sun shining this morning. When I spiral downward, healthwise, and the weather closes in on top of it, my troubles double. It is just the way it is. Hmm, some beans and ham sound good for breakfast, in a bit. A little food in the gullet, but just a bite, seems to help.
I don't know what I can get done this morning, work-wise. I'll try to do a bit. But what I had believed was to be an afternoon shoot yesterday my friend believed was for today. So, that is the plan. I don't want to push my first day back on my feet, either. Though I think I can get a good start on that remaining corner area this morning. And, I finally realized that the carpet is and has been dry for quite some time. It is just that the baking soda, when cold, feels wet. I don't think I caused it to be wet by walking in the area at all. After vacuuming and some other work, a shower and a trip to town. An hour and a half has passed since the call, mostly wandering here and there, feeding the cats, and reading blogs and bits of news. Time sure flies sometimes.
Well, on to the rest of life. Good day.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Hmm...
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Sometimes nothing is going to move forward. Beating a dead horse doesn't work, and yet I do try that from time to time. I am at a dead stop and I cannot force the issue, I can't coax the system, bribery doesn't seem to be helping, and even slow starts get about as far as the other methods. My body is ready, or was. Like a bloom, that only lasts so long. So, what is the problem? Focus, mostly. I leave the computer with a task in mind. I might make it to where the task is. I can even start it. Then my mind just drifts and I find myself right back here, sitting at the computer. Oh, I'm over the "How the heck did I get here, don't remember doing that!" stuff. I realize that a horse knows it's way home, even if it doesn't remember the way. It's like the feet do both the remembering and the returning. I never quit, I just know there are times where it isn't so much about quitting as it is about... knowing one's limits?
At least life, itself, is good. I keep trying to remember to open my front curtains, to get up when I can, to post quips and comments here and there, and to write from my perspective here on my home blog. I do enjoy looking for new and old music, and videos I enjoy using song as a backdrop. Humor is out there too. I, of course, am a fan of Monty Python, more their movies than the series though. I keep researching little things, such as tools, techniques (such as flattening floor boards which have warped), and cooking ideas. And I still dream, real and awake types, from the reals of hiking and fishing to the surreals. Just last night, or the night before(?), I dreamed of being an angel who came to earth and... got stuck. I didn't fall, nor did I sin, I just (as an angel), came and for some reason couldn't go back. I had to live my life out as a human, until the lifespan of my flesh was done. I wasn't any more sure what would happen after that than... well... then people are. I didn't have a guide, I couldn't just speak to the Father as before. Should I find a wife? Should I go to school and begin a career? What to do? How much did I know, how much did I not know, compared to others. Quite an interesting dream. I don't remember how it all turned out, just that ribeye, I decided, was quite delectable. Oh, and Mary Jane So-and-so was quite attractive. I think she liked me too. *grins* It might make for an interesting book, if not done by some secular humanist, and by someone with a good sense of humor. It almost brought to mind leaving the service, the military. A whole new and different world, different expectations, no more really cool toys, and some other things.
I don't know what to expect today. I just woke up. I keep planning on work, making little goals, and even getting little bits of them done. I suppose I will find out at about bedtime what I was able to do.
Have a good day.
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Sometimes nothing is going to move forward. Beating a dead horse doesn't work, and yet I do try that from time to time. I am at a dead stop and I cannot force the issue, I can't coax the system, bribery doesn't seem to be helping, and even slow starts get about as far as the other methods. My body is ready, or was. Like a bloom, that only lasts so long. So, what is the problem? Focus, mostly. I leave the computer with a task in mind. I might make it to where the task is. I can even start it. Then my mind just drifts and I find myself right back here, sitting at the computer. Oh, I'm over the "How the heck did I get here, don't remember doing that!" stuff. I realize that a horse knows it's way home, even if it doesn't remember the way. It's like the feet do both the remembering and the returning. I never quit, I just know there are times where it isn't so much about quitting as it is about... knowing one's limits?
At least life, itself, is good. I keep trying to remember to open my front curtains, to get up when I can, to post quips and comments here and there, and to write from my perspective here on my home blog. I do enjoy looking for new and old music, and videos I enjoy using song as a backdrop. Humor is out there too. I, of course, am a fan of Monty Python, more their movies than the series though. I keep researching little things, such as tools, techniques (such as flattening floor boards which have warped), and cooking ideas. And I still dream, real and awake types, from the reals of hiking and fishing to the surreals. Just last night, or the night before(?), I dreamed of being an angel who came to earth and... got stuck. I didn't fall, nor did I sin, I just (as an angel), came and for some reason couldn't go back. I had to live my life out as a human, until the lifespan of my flesh was done. I wasn't any more sure what would happen after that than... well... then people are. I didn't have a guide, I couldn't just speak to the Father as before. Should I find a wife? Should I go to school and begin a career? What to do? How much did I know, how much did I not know, compared to others. Quite an interesting dream. I don't remember how it all turned out, just that ribeye, I decided, was quite delectable. Oh, and Mary Jane So-and-so was quite attractive. I think she liked me too. *grins* It might make for an interesting book, if not done by some secular humanist, and by someone with a good sense of humor. It almost brought to mind leaving the service, the military. A whole new and different world, different expectations, no more really cool toys, and some other things.
I don't know what to expect today. I just woke up. I keep planning on work, making little goals, and even getting little bits of them done. I suppose I will find out at about bedtime what I was able to do.
Have a good day.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
It just isn't working.
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I may be ill though. Sneezing, stiff neck, headache, occasional chills, nausea, weakness, dizziness from time to time, and some other things. A spring cold or something? Usually I work better when sick, not this time. The odd thing is, under the illness, my engine is still running well. That makes it doubly frustrating. Now my signs of illness barely show, but that is saying a lot for me. Some people, when they are sick, show every symptom clearly and obviously. You don't want to go near them, let alone work with them in an office or in school all day. I don't exhibit strong signs. I just know it. I just can't get to work right now. If I can get over this quickly I am pretty sure I can pop back to it. And, I am still doing bits and pieces. On the bright side being sick might see me to bed early. I'm not sure I can get up all that much earlier, as that is the more difficult part of changing my sleep patterns. Still, you never know.
I did more sanding of my heals, calluses, and a few odd spots of skin build-up on my feet last night. I keep thinking I am nearly done. This will be the third time I have taken off at least a quarter of an inch of stratum corneum (each time). I suspect some of it is regrowth. The other part is that it goes deeper than what I had thought. I would like to keep up with that. Taking showers in softened water might end up helping with that a bit too. I keep looking at other options. Soaking your feet in an oatmeal/clay solution? Even pumice stone doesn't cut it. I definitely need a Dremel... or maybe a bench grinder? :)
A bite to eat helps nausea, so I'm going to do something. Adding to supper that was delivered, that will be enough for today. Maybe a bit more reading here, and a little research. Doing a few more tasks in the bedroom to clear it. But mostly I am just looking forward to crawling back to bed. Ah, the floor seemed dry enough yesterday so I sprinkled baking soda on it. I also walked on it, finding a couple of places where it has warped a bit (no problems, there is a technique to deal with that). However, walking on it seemed to bring up water. Trying to vacuum even a damp floor is pseudo to very dangerous, with a standard vacuum. Another day or two, and staying off that area, should see me to getting it vacuumed. Although I must say I think the baking soda is doing it's job of absorbing the mildew smell. All good, just... another delay.
Good night.
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I may be ill though. Sneezing, stiff neck, headache, occasional chills, nausea, weakness, dizziness from time to time, and some other things. A spring cold or something? Usually I work better when sick, not this time. The odd thing is, under the illness, my engine is still running well. That makes it doubly frustrating. Now my signs of illness barely show, but that is saying a lot for me. Some people, when they are sick, show every symptom clearly and obviously. You don't want to go near them, let alone work with them in an office or in school all day. I don't exhibit strong signs. I just know it. I just can't get to work right now. If I can get over this quickly I am pretty sure I can pop back to it. And, I am still doing bits and pieces. On the bright side being sick might see me to bed early. I'm not sure I can get up all that much earlier, as that is the more difficult part of changing my sleep patterns. Still, you never know.
I did more sanding of my heals, calluses, and a few odd spots of skin build-up on my feet last night. I keep thinking I am nearly done. This will be the third time I have taken off at least a quarter of an inch of stratum corneum (each time). I suspect some of it is regrowth. The other part is that it goes deeper than what I had thought. I would like to keep up with that. Taking showers in softened water might end up helping with that a bit too. I keep looking at other options. Soaking your feet in an oatmeal/clay solution? Even pumice stone doesn't cut it. I definitely need a Dremel... or maybe a bench grinder? :)
A bite to eat helps nausea, so I'm going to do something. Adding to supper that was delivered, that will be enough for today. Maybe a bit more reading here, and a little research. Doing a few more tasks in the bedroom to clear it. But mostly I am just looking forward to crawling back to bed. Ah, the floor seemed dry enough yesterday so I sprinkled baking soda on it. I also walked on it, finding a couple of places where it has warped a bit (no problems, there is a technique to deal with that). However, walking on it seemed to bring up water. Trying to vacuum even a damp floor is pseudo to very dangerous, with a standard vacuum. Another day or two, and staying off that area, should see me to getting it vacuumed. Although I must say I think the baking soda is doing it's job of absorbing the mildew smell. All good, just... another delay.
Good night.
Moving at the speed of sound.
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Uhrm, in a vacuum.
I am still not being able to sleep until late, then waking late. Sleeping twelve hours has become the norm. The alarm clock does wake me, I do get up to fiddle with it, sometimes promptly though just as often a half hour into it's call. Though I can't get past just shutting it off or resetting it. Snooze is useless. I simply cannot seem to force the issue. I keep trying though. As for work, that... Work, if not quite at a standstill has slowed a great deal. One good day of work this week, so far. I am hoping to get more work done today, I just don't have the sense that it will be a large amount of work. I might, however, get my bedroom cleared. With most of the laundry handled and bits and pieces here and there done, I have the furniture and one corner of... stuff... to deal with. It isn't even that bad of a corner. It is the decision making regarding what is in the corner... this goes here, that there, these go together in this place, and so on. I do have a chance to have it done today.
If I recall correctly, renting a steam-cleaner is $35-$50 a day, a little less for half-day rentals, plus gas for getting it and returning it. And, being that I will need it two times, if just half days, and just for this time, I am expecting at least $60 in rental fees. I noticed, while shopping, that a smaller steam-cleaner with a good name (for whatever that means these days sometimes), for $80. With only a small total area of carpeting, the size would be right. Considering rental prices, hassle, and travel... owning might be best. As well, not having to rush things, or have two rooms completely empty at a time, or having to do this and that all at once, buying seems... better. If I can get a good tool at the right price. I'm... thinking on it.
While I was out yesterday I had a wonderful set of experiences with women. Why some days are so darned good I can't say. Though I must admit I very rarely have a bad day with women, if one or two women might be on a man-hater binge, most days my encounters with women are quite... pleasant. Young to old, I was being flirted with outrageously. Who is to say what was just kindness, what was interest, and what was something else? I admit women are notoriously difficult to fathom in a brief encounter. Though, toward the end of the my time in town a younger woman seemed to be flirting. Though, with younger women, one... can't initially always be sure if she is just being innocently young and sweet, exhibiting ignorantly the signs of flirtation, or if she is truly being flirtatious. But... there are ways to tell with any woman, mostly. Little things, cues back to her, her responses, and such. I can't even tell you what they are, only that... I have ways and means. Since I had, in this case, the means and opportunity, I tested. To my mind she definitely was willfully flirting. When she realized how far out I had led her though, she blushed and... got a bit frazzled. Not angry, just... something. Oh, and she was beautiful my friends. A early 20-something woman any man interested in marriage or sex would seek. I don't mean cute, I mean pretty, and younger than the woman in that picture.
Anyway, I just feel better after such days. The trick is to find such a one, age somewhat irrelevant (with legal restrictions and fertility accounted for, mind you), though maturity a serious concern, know she is single, and get past the flirting stage. Oh, no, she doesn't have to be that beautiful. A good woman is what I seek, as much as beauty, though there has to be... enough for a strong spark. I wouldn't bother approaching a woman who would not fit that. It is just that... a direct random approach is nearly surely going to lead to failure. While the old notion of knocking on twenty doors to make a sale is an approach, that approach is only really suited to finding a lover, and more for those who are weak with the force. Ha. I'm done with lovers, as such. However, one old truth remains. While women are free to reject, they are not free to approach. That is, and will always remain, a man's job. I have never seen that work otherwise, save when the man is very weak and the woman is very strong, in an upside-down relationship. But those can get pretty ugly and aren't my way. I called those one-night stands. Pump, dump, for good or ill I just don't work that way.
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Uhrm, in a vacuum.
I am still not being able to sleep until late, then waking late. Sleeping twelve hours has become the norm. The alarm clock does wake me, I do get up to fiddle with it, sometimes promptly though just as often a half hour into it's call. Though I can't get past just shutting it off or resetting it. Snooze is useless. I simply cannot seem to force the issue. I keep trying though. As for work, that... Work, if not quite at a standstill has slowed a great deal. One good day of work this week, so far. I am hoping to get more work done today, I just don't have the sense that it will be a large amount of work. I might, however, get my bedroom cleared. With most of the laundry handled and bits and pieces here and there done, I have the furniture and one corner of... stuff... to deal with. It isn't even that bad of a corner. It is the decision making regarding what is in the corner... this goes here, that there, these go together in this place, and so on. I do have a chance to have it done today.
If I recall correctly, renting a steam-cleaner is $35-$50 a day, a little less for half-day rentals, plus gas for getting it and returning it. And, being that I will need it two times, if just half days, and just for this time, I am expecting at least $60 in rental fees. I noticed, while shopping, that a smaller steam-cleaner with a good name (for whatever that means these days sometimes), for $80. With only a small total area of carpeting, the size would be right. Considering rental prices, hassle, and travel... owning might be best. As well, not having to rush things, or have two rooms completely empty at a time, or having to do this and that all at once, buying seems... better. If I can get a good tool at the right price. I'm... thinking on it.
While I was out yesterday I had a wonderful set of experiences with women. Why some days are so darned good I can't say. Though I must admit I very rarely have a bad day with women, if one or two women might be on a man-hater binge, most days my encounters with women are quite... pleasant. Young to old, I was being flirted with outrageously. Who is to say what was just kindness, what was interest, and what was something else? I admit women are notoriously difficult to fathom in a brief encounter. Though, toward the end of the my time in town a younger woman seemed to be flirting. Though, with younger women, one... can't initially always be sure if she is just being innocently young and sweet, exhibiting ignorantly the signs of flirtation, or if she is truly being flirtatious. But... there are ways to tell with any woman, mostly. Little things, cues back to her, her responses, and such. I can't even tell you what they are, only that... I have ways and means. Since I had, in this case, the means and opportunity, I tested. To my mind she definitely was willfully flirting. When she realized how far out I had led her though, she blushed and... got a bit frazzled. Not angry, just... something. Oh, and she was beautiful my friends. A early 20-something woman any man interested in marriage or sex would seek. I don't mean cute, I mean pretty, and younger than the woman in that picture.
Anyway, I just feel better after such days. The trick is to find such a one, age somewhat irrelevant (with legal restrictions and fertility accounted for, mind you), though maturity a serious concern, know she is single, and get past the flirting stage. Oh, no, she doesn't have to be that beautiful. A good woman is what I seek, as much as beauty, though there has to be... enough for a strong spark. I wouldn't bother approaching a woman who would not fit that. It is just that... a direct random approach is nearly surely going to lead to failure. While the old notion of knocking on twenty doors to make a sale is an approach, that approach is only really suited to finding a lover, and more for those who are weak with the force. Ha. I'm done with lovers, as such. However, one old truth remains. While women are free to reject, they are not free to approach. That is, and will always remain, a man's job. I have never seen that work otherwise, save when the man is very weak and the woman is very strong, in an upside-down relationship. But those can get pretty ugly and aren't my way. I called those one-night stands. Pump, dump, for good or ill I just don't work that way.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Yeah, well...
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I did get a shower in, called my friend, and was heading out the door. He thought doing some shopping would be better for today, he needed some things. Well, no problem, I had a few things on my list, namely a hydrant for my back yard and baking soda for my carpet, Arm and Hammer stuff, whatever. Well, he really did need to shop. Shirts, food, milk, cleaning supplies. No problem. It's good to help someone and it is usually pretty easy. I don't even have to work on patience any more, and can go a little slower now. We shopped a goodly bit, I helped him get his groceries and such in, then headed home.
Waiting for me was a very good dinner. I am feeling rather spoiled, to be honest. But... that's okay. It beats days or even weeks without food! Yeah, I've been there. But feeling better, now with the dishes done, and being able to shop, plus the food coming in, I am just now able to have at least a meal a day, sometimes two, and occasionally snacks. I think that is making it so I can work a bit more.
I haven't gotten much work done. No problem, I'm about to finally hit it. I had a busy "morning" and afternoon, but I feel good. I am not sure what I can actually get done, but just sticking my nose in it and doing is the only way to find out. I finally got a card for someone, too, today. I am hoping to get that out real soon. No, I mean it. Very time sensitive.
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I did get a shower in, called my friend, and was heading out the door. He thought doing some shopping would be better for today, he needed some things. Well, no problem, I had a few things on my list, namely a hydrant for my back yard and baking soda for my carpet, Arm and Hammer stuff, whatever. Well, he really did need to shop. Shirts, food, milk, cleaning supplies. No problem. It's good to help someone and it is usually pretty easy. I don't even have to work on patience any more, and can go a little slower now. We shopped a goodly bit, I helped him get his groceries and such in, then headed home.
Waiting for me was a very good dinner. I am feeling rather spoiled, to be honest. But... that's okay. It beats days or even weeks without food! Yeah, I've been there. But feeling better, now with the dishes done, and being able to shop, plus the food coming in, I am just now able to have at least a meal a day, sometimes two, and occasionally snacks. I think that is making it so I can work a bit more.
I haven't gotten much work done. No problem, I'm about to finally hit it. I had a busy "morning" and afternoon, but I feel good. I am not sure what I can actually get done, but just sticking my nose in it and doing is the only way to find out. I finally got a card for someone, too, today. I am hoping to get that out real soon. No, I mean it. Very time sensitive.
Up and running.
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Late, definitely later than intended. But I got to bed late too. So, no biggy. Actually I was awaken with a doorbell. The neighbor boy has time off from school, for good behavior? Anyway, he thought it might be time to mow. Good thing I went out last night, he had a cold sprite for his break. I had decided, as incentive, that if I don't have a cold soda (non-caffeine mind you), that I would fork over a five spot. Good incentive. So, he mowed and weed whipped and it's looking good out there. I told him I would try to get mowing in by Saturday. I do the back part, or... usually. All good.
Then I had a fellow stop by just before writing this. He is a general contractor and wanted to check on my water heater progress. I told him I was trying to get that done myself, and explained my... plan. He gave me some tips about what to look for when I do get into the crawlway, what types of mold to look for, and how to deal with them. I did suggest that I had some other work. He can't work on the electrical, but I discussed getting my outside spigot changed and raised, adding a spigot to the other side (above ground, out of the side of the house), and asked about the kitchen wall. He is going to do some things to just help out and gave me some good pointers. It even seems as if some of my ideas are good. Doubt is a terrible thing, only aggravated by ignorance. I'll... learn. As things come up though, I might throw him some work. Garage door opener, anyone? Yeah, I've been holding my breath on that one. Make friends but throw what bones you have their way once in a while too. Just like shopping local when it is reasonable, and sometimes not on minor things.
So, what the heck am I doing? I don't know. I haven't quite ever waken yet, I have just been going through the motions. It's a crazy world, and I'm a crazy guy, in the more sane way though. Just like you, if you might be a gal. Oh, I know you are crazy too, if you are a woman. All good, join the pack. Enjoy a chuckle at our befuddlement, then get back to work? Yeah, that's about it.
Hmm, shower, check on shave (gets too groady it goes), call my friend, see from there? Yeah, but in a bit. I probably would just be waking up now, left to my own devices. Still, all good.
Later.
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Late, definitely later than intended. But I got to bed late too. So, no biggy. Actually I was awaken with a doorbell. The neighbor boy has time off from school, for good behavior? Anyway, he thought it might be time to mow. Good thing I went out last night, he had a cold sprite for his break. I had decided, as incentive, that if I don't have a cold soda (non-caffeine mind you), that I would fork over a five spot. Good incentive. So, he mowed and weed whipped and it's looking good out there. I told him I would try to get mowing in by Saturday. I do the back part, or... usually. All good.
Then I had a fellow stop by just before writing this. He is a general contractor and wanted to check on my water heater progress. I told him I was trying to get that done myself, and explained my... plan. He gave me some tips about what to look for when I do get into the crawlway, what types of mold to look for, and how to deal with them. I did suggest that I had some other work. He can't work on the electrical, but I discussed getting my outside spigot changed and raised, adding a spigot to the other side (above ground, out of the side of the house), and asked about the kitchen wall. He is going to do some things to just help out and gave me some good pointers. It even seems as if some of my ideas are good. Doubt is a terrible thing, only aggravated by ignorance. I'll... learn. As things come up though, I might throw him some work. Garage door opener, anyone? Yeah, I've been holding my breath on that one. Make friends but throw what bones you have their way once in a while too. Just like shopping local when it is reasonable, and sometimes not on minor things.
So, what the heck am I doing? I don't know. I haven't quite ever waken yet, I have just been going through the motions. It's a crazy world, and I'm a crazy guy, in the more sane way though. Just like you, if you might be a gal. Oh, I know you are crazy too, if you are a woman. All good, join the pack. Enjoy a chuckle at our befuddlement, then get back to work? Yeah, that's about it.
Hmm, shower, check on shave (gets too groady it goes), call my friend, see from there? Yeah, but in a bit. I probably would just be waking up now, left to my own devices. Still, all good.
Later.
Late, but...
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If you can't sleep, you don't.
I've been thinking about some things. Until recently, I wasn't even sure of how I might approach a woman. You know what though? When I saw one I wanted to take and made up my mind, the how, when, and such never crossed my mind. And I didn't hem and hah about it. I just, while talking to her, asked my question. Oh, sure, I had cover. I always did, always will. A way in, a bit of fluff as ruse, and a way out if it all went wrong. I also had little invested, save curiosity. Now to find several women to approach. The trick is being out enough to even bump into a woman I find attractive and then nailing down whether she is available. I'm working on that.
The other thing that has been on my mind has been about children. What do I want from sons? Daughters? About daughters I can be very brief. I would hope to have girls who grow to be women, wives, and mothers. Young women who remain virgins until marriage is the ideal. I know little else about girls and women. Sons though, yes. I do hope to have at least one son who goes on to become a capable warrior. Not a soldier, a man who can be given an objective, the tools and training, and can do what must be done, even if it hurts him in... the many ways hard things can. What would I give him, what would I try to give him that would make him better than me? A moral compass from the beginning. A home to retreat to if needed. Moral ambiguity can't be completely avoided, it can be... mitigated. A second son? I do hope for a priest. Between those sons my life would be fulfilled. And yet I know, children aren't born to fulfill parents. Still, those would be what I would secretly hope to develop in my boys. Two very different means of service and sacrifice.
I keep thinking about a song from days gone by. And, I still agree with it. There are songs like it in Country, top-40, and of course my fringe stuff. But thinking of it as a potential father, the thing takes on a whole different light. I would not want my sons or daughters following any of my tracks. At least I think I could help that, if I could live long enough that they, especially sons but to some degree daughters, not be raised by their mother alone. It's often potentially worse if she marries again, at least unwisely. I would figure out how to stay above ground, too. I've done much harder things in my life. The song? Ah, here. At least this father could bang heads right back, and harder.
Interesting how life changes, depending on what side of things you are on? Good night.
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If you can't sleep, you don't.
I've been thinking about some things. Until recently, I wasn't even sure of how I might approach a woman. You know what though? When I saw one I wanted to take and made up my mind, the how, when, and such never crossed my mind. And I didn't hem and hah about it. I just, while talking to her, asked my question. Oh, sure, I had cover. I always did, always will. A way in, a bit of fluff as ruse, and a way out if it all went wrong. I also had little invested, save curiosity. Now to find several women to approach. The trick is being out enough to even bump into a woman I find attractive and then nailing down whether she is available. I'm working on that.
The other thing that has been on my mind has been about children. What do I want from sons? Daughters? About daughters I can be very brief. I would hope to have girls who grow to be women, wives, and mothers. Young women who remain virgins until marriage is the ideal. I know little else about girls and women. Sons though, yes. I do hope to have at least one son who goes on to become a capable warrior. Not a soldier, a man who can be given an objective, the tools and training, and can do what must be done, even if it hurts him in... the many ways hard things can. What would I give him, what would I try to give him that would make him better than me? A moral compass from the beginning. A home to retreat to if needed. Moral ambiguity can't be completely avoided, it can be... mitigated. A second son? I do hope for a priest. Between those sons my life would be fulfilled. And yet I know, children aren't born to fulfill parents. Still, those would be what I would secretly hope to develop in my boys. Two very different means of service and sacrifice.
I keep thinking about a song from days gone by. And, I still agree with it. There are songs like it in Country, top-40, and of course my fringe stuff. But thinking of it as a potential father, the thing takes on a whole different light. I would not want my sons or daughters following any of my tracks. At least I think I could help that, if I could live long enough that they, especially sons but to some degree daughters, not be raised by their mother alone. It's often potentially worse if she marries again, at least unwisely. I would figure out how to stay above ground, too. I've done much harder things in my life. The song? Ah, here. At least this father could bang heads right back, and harder.
Interesting how life changes, depending on what side of things you are on? Good night.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Almost done for the day.
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I got a shower in. I will finish the second load of laundry, which is in the dryer. That will be two loads washed, three put away, maybe doing that other basket too. I finished the last of the dishes, which will make for three loads of dishes done. Most of the last load of dishes will be left to air dry. The fan I could find is drying the bedroom carpeting (doh! the other fan was right behind me, but one is fan is enough). The bins have been pulled in. I avoided work not on the schedule, despite a heavy temptation. I tried a different cat food along with the pumpkin for the cats, much more successfully whether because of their hunger or a better pairing I don't know. Little other bits have been done, here, there, and everywhere actually. I am well and thoroughly done in though.
Why was mowing so tempting, I wondered. Then it hit me. When I am running this well I would rather use muscle rather than... sift through socks? Do dishes? Yeah, yeah, it all adds up, but pushing my mower, sawing with the chainsaw or other power tool or by hand, hammering, nailing, ripping things up or off or down... that's what I'm talking about. This... panzie shit is... well... it's just not what my body was intended to do. Yes, crystal clear. It is what I have, it must be done, and I am it. So, that is that. Maybe I will get to do some fun stuff before long. Putting in the water heater is my reward, I hope. Well, and taking the bed down and moving furniture. It's all the little crap in-between that ruffles my feathers.
Tomorrow will probably not be quite as active. If I can get the furniture moved out of the bedroom and complete the prepping for the living room for tear-down I will be happy. And I best check with my friend. If today was a booger, I will reset it for tomorrow if possible, to his schedule. Another shower, hopefully in the real morning if this bit of work has worn me well enough to sleep a bit earlier and rise a bit earlier. With the dishes done, the cat litter out, and my home opened up, there is hope that life will seem better. Oddly, it really doesn't stink even when I miss a while with the cat litter. Having three boxes helps, and they probably choose the less smelly of the three to use, automatically shifting which avoids odor build-up? And, yes, my nose still works fine. I can also tell when guests are here, little girls notice these things the most.
Supper arrived just in time tonight. I had forgotten about food completely. As I was resting here, in came home-made sauce spaghetti! I tried to eat in a reasonable fashion, remembered my prayer, but then sort of... gobbled. Quite good. And being home-made, twice as good. If more women understood what home-made means to a man, then applied it, there would be far fewer divorces and happier people. That's for sure. No guarantee, but... anything that improves the odds, especially significantly increasing the odds.
Well, maybe one more thing. Though I will probably be going in to town tomorrow I want to get milk and baking soda tonight. At the rate the carpet is drying I might be able to sprinkle the powder on tomorrow, maybe right first thing in the morning. Plus, I just want to blow my town for just a little bit. Supper will hold, though I might buy salami and cheese, just for being a good boy. But MILK... I need that. And tomorrow I will be, probably, taking my friend around, and maybe shooting, and most likely won't feel like staying in town to do a bit more shopping after all is said and done. You can't buy milk and hope it lasts all day in the car. Nope, tonight.
Good night.
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I got a shower in. I will finish the second load of laundry, which is in the dryer. That will be two loads washed, three put away, maybe doing that other basket too. I finished the last of the dishes, which will make for three loads of dishes done. Most of the last load of dishes will be left to air dry. The fan I could find is drying the bedroom carpeting (doh! the other fan was right behind me, but one is fan is enough). The bins have been pulled in. I avoided work not on the schedule, despite a heavy temptation. I tried a different cat food along with the pumpkin for the cats, much more successfully whether because of their hunger or a better pairing I don't know. Little other bits have been done, here, there, and everywhere actually. I am well and thoroughly done in though.
Why was mowing so tempting, I wondered. Then it hit me. When I am running this well I would rather use muscle rather than... sift through socks? Do dishes? Yeah, yeah, it all adds up, but pushing my mower, sawing with the chainsaw or other power tool or by hand, hammering, nailing, ripping things up or off or down... that's what I'm talking about. This... panzie shit is... well... it's just not what my body was intended to do. Yes, crystal clear. It is what I have, it must be done, and I am it. So, that is that. Maybe I will get to do some fun stuff before long. Putting in the water heater is my reward, I hope. Well, and taking the bed down and moving furniture. It's all the little crap in-between that ruffles my feathers.
Tomorrow will probably not be quite as active. If I can get the furniture moved out of the bedroom and complete the prepping for the living room for tear-down I will be happy. And I best check with my friend. If today was a booger, I will reset it for tomorrow if possible, to his schedule. Another shower, hopefully in the real morning if this bit of work has worn me well enough to sleep a bit earlier and rise a bit earlier. With the dishes done, the cat litter out, and my home opened up, there is hope that life will seem better. Oddly, it really doesn't stink even when I miss a while with the cat litter. Having three boxes helps, and they probably choose the less smelly of the three to use, automatically shifting which avoids odor build-up? And, yes, my nose still works fine. I can also tell when guests are here, little girls notice these things the most.
Supper arrived just in time tonight. I had forgotten about food completely. As I was resting here, in came home-made sauce spaghetti! I tried to eat in a reasonable fashion, remembered my prayer, but then sort of... gobbled. Quite good. And being home-made, twice as good. If more women understood what home-made means to a man, then applied it, there would be far fewer divorces and happier people. That's for sure. No guarantee, but... anything that improves the odds, especially significantly increasing the odds.
Well, maybe one more thing. Though I will probably be going in to town tomorrow I want to get milk and baking soda tonight. At the rate the carpet is drying I might be able to sprinkle the powder on tomorrow, maybe right first thing in the morning. Plus, I just want to blow my town for just a little bit. Supper will hold, though I might buy salami and cheese, just for being a good boy. But MILK... I need that. And tomorrow I will be, probably, taking my friend around, and maybe shooting, and most likely won't feel like staying in town to do a bit more shopping after all is said and done. You can't buy milk and hope it lasts all day in the car. Nope, tonight.
Good night.
Don't mind me, just keeping score.
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As the alarm went off I was, mostly, ready to go. I just had to finish listening to a song. Up I went. I wasn't sure what to do first. The bins, I decided, and they are now in their usual places. Then laundry had to be switched out. I had a few towels left in the drier, the ones I feared would get moldy. They are good (tested one while showering this morning, or they would have been washed again), so I folded and put those away. I also cleaned out the bottom of two of my clothes baskets. I have no idea what cats do in there, or why, but... Yeah, glad I caught that. I'll clean the other basket sometime soon, too. I washed the dishes, leaving the plates and bowls to air dry but I like hand drying my silverware. You can use the spoons to shave with. That's just how I like it. I did a couple of odds and ends between here, there, this, and that too, though they aren't coming to mind. The little forgetme's of cleaning and regulating a home, things often overlooked even when I am running clean. Still, a spit-and-lick now and then at least makes me feel like I'm... taking care. Then I opened up all the windows. It's 72 F inside as such, just right.
While I was outside the siren call of the lawnmower sang out. I was sorely tested to let her rip and do a quarter of the yard or something. Reason, with her soothing song, led me to safety though. No, nothing wrong with mowing. But right now, to get from point "a" to point "b", and it is a bit time sensitive to my mind, I can't go off burning juice I barely have enough of in any case doing something major aside from what I am doing. I gave myself a gold star and promised I would get some good salami the next time I am in town, cheese too. Boo-yeah. Take that you stinking SIREN! :)
Sad to say, but this little bit I am doing is beating me up. Oh, I'll drag through it. I'll... I'll do it. I will even do more than scheduled, I am seeing that already. But too, I will do less than what could, probably should, really be done. Oh, shut up you! Another siren call, leading me to the cliff's edge, don't you know? I am hoping, if the floor in the bathroom is still good, to have the water heater replaced, the carpets steam-cleaned, and my bedroom, living room, and on-suite bathroom back into production by Saturday, depending on how fast the carpets dry from the cleaner. Which will really happen first is still up in the air, depending several factors.
It looks like using fans on the still damp carpet is the best bet at this point. After it dries, perhaps a heaping dose of baking powder left on for a day then vacuumed, either before or after (or both) the steam cleaning (depending on how fast the carpet dries, or even if it dries completely in time). I have been making sure there is air flow in there, so that was good. There isn't much else I can do at this point for that. Hmm, might as well grab the fans though, right now, and get them going. Then I can finish my break with peace of mind.
Yeah, it is disappointing how little can take me down. It doesn't really matter why. Owning a home may actually be beyond me, to do right. I have neither the means or money to keep up. Or... do I? We will see. Though I had best... keep ahead of disasters from here on in. Which means some reading of manuals, self-help material wherever I can find it, tool upgrades (specifically sockets big enough to handle water heater anodes and the like, not sure if I have them now?). I need to check the main water heater after I recover from this job. Never mind, this is the lot I have chosen. And, even with all, I like it.
Later.
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As the alarm went off I was, mostly, ready to go. I just had to finish listening to a song. Up I went. I wasn't sure what to do first. The bins, I decided, and they are now in their usual places. Then laundry had to be switched out. I had a few towels left in the drier, the ones I feared would get moldy. They are good (tested one while showering this morning, or they would have been washed again), so I folded and put those away. I also cleaned out the bottom of two of my clothes baskets. I have no idea what cats do in there, or why, but... Yeah, glad I caught that. I'll clean the other basket sometime soon, too. I washed the dishes, leaving the plates and bowls to air dry but I like hand drying my silverware. You can use the spoons to shave with. That's just how I like it. I did a couple of odds and ends between here, there, this, and that too, though they aren't coming to mind. The little forgetme's of cleaning and regulating a home, things often overlooked even when I am running clean. Still, a spit-and-lick now and then at least makes me feel like I'm... taking care. Then I opened up all the windows. It's 72 F inside as such, just right.
While I was outside the siren call of the lawnmower sang out. I was sorely tested to let her rip and do a quarter of the yard or something. Reason, with her soothing song, led me to safety though. No, nothing wrong with mowing. But right now, to get from point "a" to point "b", and it is a bit time sensitive to my mind, I can't go off burning juice I barely have enough of in any case doing something major aside from what I am doing. I gave myself a gold star and promised I would get some good salami the next time I am in town, cheese too. Boo-yeah. Take that you stinking SIREN! :)
Sad to say, but this little bit I am doing is beating me up. Oh, I'll drag through it. I'll... I'll do it. I will even do more than scheduled, I am seeing that already. But too, I will do less than what could, probably should, really be done. Oh, shut up you! Another siren call, leading me to the cliff's edge, don't you know? I am hoping, if the floor in the bathroom is still good, to have the water heater replaced, the carpets steam-cleaned, and my bedroom, living room, and on-suite bathroom back into production by Saturday, depending on how fast the carpets dry from the cleaner. Which will really happen first is still up in the air, depending several factors.
It looks like using fans on the still damp carpet is the best bet at this point. After it dries, perhaps a heaping dose of baking powder left on for a day then vacuumed, either before or after (or both) the steam cleaning (depending on how fast the carpet dries, or even if it dries completely in time). I have been making sure there is air flow in there, so that was good. There isn't much else I can do at this point for that. Hmm, might as well grab the fans though, right now, and get them going. Then I can finish my break with peace of mind.
Yeah, it is disappointing how little can take me down. It doesn't really matter why. Owning a home may actually be beyond me, to do right. I have neither the means or money to keep up. Or... do I? We will see. Though I had best... keep ahead of disasters from here on in. Which means some reading of manuals, self-help material wherever I can find it, tool upgrades (specifically sockets big enough to handle water heater anodes and the like, not sure if I have them now?). I need to check the main water heater after I recover from this job. Never mind, this is the lot I have chosen. And, even with all, I like it.
Later.
Zoom, zoom! *kersplat!*
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That was fun! Let's do it again, daddy!
Well, I got off to a great start. I realized I did have pumpkin, in the can, and didn't want to waste it. Since I only use the larger cans of pumpkin when I make pumpkin pies the little can simply wasn't of much use, especially since I rarely make stews and summer is upon us anyway (and I never did quite got cold soups and stews even attempted). So, the cats got half a teaspoon in their wet food. Neither favors it much. Sassy usually eats her food and whatever Sam leaves. Today she didn't eat more than half of her own food. Well, I put up the dry. They can eat that or nothing. The Lord moves in mysterious ways, like turning a son into his mother? Bah! It didn't work for her, probably won't work for me, but she always figured something out to... get the intent down. I will too. Women! ??? Ha! I even found a container to store the remnants of the can in. If it doesn't pass the smell test next time I go to use it I'll toss it.
After that I messed with the baskets of clean clothes, and sorted down from two to one basket. I then soaked the dishes, hit a couple of spots of emesis, got my shower in and decided against a shave (my pseudo-beard rough cut is just right to look good, at least to me), sorted dirty clothes and put the first load in. Then... *BaM!* That is it for a bit.
Still on my list is to finish the dishes and laundry, get the recycle and trash bins in from the curb, finish the laundry then do my bedding while setting up my spare bedroom to become temporary sleeping headquarters, and check to see if there is anything left of me to give to the war effort. Oh, I know it will happen in fits and starts. I just have to try to keep the engine running between too high and too low while still moving onward. While I am at it, I will be looking online at what I might be able to put on the carpeting that got wet to... alleviate mold and mildew potential. It will be at least a day or two before I can get the steam-vac rented and going. I know it is late in the game for that, but it is what I have, where I am.
I've set an alarm to go off in an hour and a half, when the first load of laundry is done. I will change out loads, do the dishes, soak any remaining dishes, and then take a short rest after that. Then, after another load is through, I will cycle the laundry and with one load dried I will take that into my room and finish the old and new clean clothes sorting, folding, hanging, and storing. I will probably then just do the remaining dishes right after the clothing is done. Another break after that. Somewhere in there I will get the trash bins in. Whether I get all that done today or not I don't know. I might even be able to do more. Who can tell? But, that, as things sit, is the plan. Yeah, I needed a break.
Spot on. Get to it!
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That was fun! Let's do it again, daddy!
Well, I got off to a great start. I realized I did have pumpkin, in the can, and didn't want to waste it. Since I only use the larger cans of pumpkin when I make pumpkin pies the little can simply wasn't of much use, especially since I rarely make stews and summer is upon us anyway (and I never did quite got cold soups and stews even attempted). So, the cats got half a teaspoon in their wet food. Neither favors it much. Sassy usually eats her food and whatever Sam leaves. Today she didn't eat more than half of her own food. Well, I put up the dry. They can eat that or nothing. The Lord moves in mysterious ways, like turning a son into his mother? Bah! It didn't work for her, probably won't work for me, but she always figured something out to... get the intent down. I will too. Women! ??? Ha! I even found a container to store the remnants of the can in. If it doesn't pass the smell test next time I go to use it I'll toss it.
After that I messed with the baskets of clean clothes, and sorted down from two to one basket. I then soaked the dishes, hit a couple of spots of emesis, got my shower in and decided against a shave (my pseudo-beard rough cut is just right to look good, at least to me), sorted dirty clothes and put the first load in. Then... *BaM!* That is it for a bit.
Still on my list is to finish the dishes and laundry, get the recycle and trash bins in from the curb, finish the laundry then do my bedding while setting up my spare bedroom to become temporary sleeping headquarters, and check to see if there is anything left of me to give to the war effort. Oh, I know it will happen in fits and starts. I just have to try to keep the engine running between too high and too low while still moving onward. While I am at it, I will be looking online at what I might be able to put on the carpeting that got wet to... alleviate mold and mildew potential. It will be at least a day or two before I can get the steam-vac rented and going. I know it is late in the game for that, but it is what I have, where I am.
I've set an alarm to go off in an hour and a half, when the first load of laundry is done. I will change out loads, do the dishes, soak any remaining dishes, and then take a short rest after that. Then, after another load is through, I will cycle the laundry and with one load dried I will take that into my room and finish the old and new clean clothes sorting, folding, hanging, and storing. I will probably then just do the remaining dishes right after the clothing is done. Another break after that. Somewhere in there I will get the trash bins in. Whether I get all that done today or not I don't know. I might even be able to do more. Who can tell? But, that, as things sit, is the plan. Yeah, I needed a break.
Spot on. Get to it!
Gosh, it's time.
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I simply have to get to things today. And, I believe I will. I got the trash out last night, and recycling. I think I emptied all of the... okay, I missed the one by the computer... Sue me. I changed the cat litter, too.
I am a bit frustrated with the cats. They are both purging like a storm, have been for two weeks now. Sam goes through these periods, Sassy is just relishing her newly found... pleasure? I haven't been able to keep on top of it, but as I begin work, I am going to be... fixing that. I did research recently and it seems not only will canned pumpkin work (a troubling thing due to the size of the can that comes in, the rarity of use, and deciding to throw or store the remnants), but so does squash baby food, if I can get them to eat it. Much smaller, and resealable, containers make for an easier task for popo. It's just a matter of finding it. I need to do a bit of shopping anyway, all good.
I went to bed late and woke very late. It must have been 14:00 when I finally woke. I had the alarm set for 10:00, after a 1:30 bedtime, but woke at 9:00, knew 10:00 would not work, shut off the alarm, and just let sleep run it's course. Trying to force getting up has been an abysmal failure. So, for a while, I am going to just let sleep take it's natural course. On the good side I do feel more rested and ready to get to some things. I will start small, just sorting socks and clean under-things, folding and putting those up. Oh, but first, a shower. And, actually, I believe I will start my first load of laundry and set the dishes to soak in a clean scalding dishpan of water. I don't believe, other than my blogging rounds and post, I am even going to mess around "trying to wake a bit" first. No, not today. The engine is up, on the first pull, the carburetor isn't sputtering or choking, I'm not spitting oil out of my tail pipe, and the machine seems geared and working. Can't waste a good runtime on waiting. I'll stall.
My friend was going to call today. Not sure what happened. If he calls I'll go. My phone is charged and was close. Hmm. If not today, then tomorrow. It looks like the sun is shining, though it may not have been earlier. I could be wrong, though, too. I never have it all absolutely right, ever, even when I happen to be right. I just do what I can, with what I have, as I suspect things are supposed to be, and... that is that. There is always tomorrow, until there isn't, but then... when tomorrow doesn't come? You are all good as to worry from then on. What of your mess remains is now someone else's mess. If, too, that means you will be facing what of a mess you made. So, is it better to continue making a mess or to just make a bigger mess to get to facing the messes you've made? *laughs* No, it's... Carry on my wayward son? Yep.
Oh, I've got something odd going on. I have two puncture wounds on my inner thigh, about four to five inches down from my groin. Too big for a cat bite, but looks like one, save that it only has two, not four punctures as would nearly be required for that deep of a bite. They are deep too, and about an eighth of an inch in diameter or more (the punctures themselves). I've just been sitting or sleeping lately. I sleep on my right side with my legs together, so... I have no idea. A miniature vampire? No, no problem. Not bruised, or infected, freshly scabbed over now. Just... I have zero idea how I could have been so wounded in the last few days. And you wonder why I seem superstitious at times? (seem is the operative word there, by the way) Just... funny.
Good day.
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I simply have to get to things today. And, I believe I will. I got the trash out last night, and recycling. I think I emptied all of the... okay, I missed the one by the computer... Sue me. I changed the cat litter, too.
I am a bit frustrated with the cats. They are both purging like a storm, have been for two weeks now. Sam goes through these periods, Sassy is just relishing her newly found... pleasure? I haven't been able to keep on top of it, but as I begin work, I am going to be... fixing that. I did research recently and it seems not only will canned pumpkin work (a troubling thing due to the size of the can that comes in, the rarity of use, and deciding to throw or store the remnants), but so does squash baby food, if I can get them to eat it. Much smaller, and resealable, containers make for an easier task for popo. It's just a matter of finding it. I need to do a bit of shopping anyway, all good.
I went to bed late and woke very late. It must have been 14:00 when I finally woke. I had the alarm set for 10:00, after a 1:30 bedtime, but woke at 9:00, knew 10:00 would not work, shut off the alarm, and just let sleep run it's course. Trying to force getting up has been an abysmal failure. So, for a while, I am going to just let sleep take it's natural course. On the good side I do feel more rested and ready to get to some things. I will start small, just sorting socks and clean under-things, folding and putting those up. Oh, but first, a shower. And, actually, I believe I will start my first load of laundry and set the dishes to soak in a clean scalding dishpan of water. I don't believe, other than my blogging rounds and post, I am even going to mess around "trying to wake a bit" first. No, not today. The engine is up, on the first pull, the carburetor isn't sputtering or choking, I'm not spitting oil out of my tail pipe, and the machine seems geared and working. Can't waste a good runtime on waiting. I'll stall.
My friend was going to call today. Not sure what happened. If he calls I'll go. My phone is charged and was close. Hmm. If not today, then tomorrow. It looks like the sun is shining, though it may not have been earlier. I could be wrong, though, too. I never have it all absolutely right, ever, even when I happen to be right. I just do what I can, with what I have, as I suspect things are supposed to be, and... that is that. There is always tomorrow, until there isn't, but then... when tomorrow doesn't come? You are all good as to worry from then on. What of your mess remains is now someone else's mess. If, too, that means you will be facing what of a mess you made. So, is it better to continue making a mess or to just make a bigger mess to get to facing the messes you've made? *laughs* No, it's... Carry on my wayward son? Yep.
Oh, I've got something odd going on. I have two puncture wounds on my inner thigh, about four to five inches down from my groin. Too big for a cat bite, but looks like one, save that it only has two, not four punctures as would nearly be required for that deep of a bite. They are deep too, and about an eighth of an inch in diameter or more (the punctures themselves). I've just been sitting or sleeping lately. I sleep on my right side with my legs together, so... I have no idea. A miniature vampire? No, no problem. Not bruised, or infected, freshly scabbed over now. Just... I have zero idea how I could have been so wounded in the last few days. And you wonder why I seem superstitious at times? (seem is the operative word there, by the way) Just... funny.
Good day.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Nice.
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There are a few gems out there. While incapacitated I have been digging for music I might like. Nightwish seems to be, if not a replacement for Siouxsie, at least a group I can like. They definitely have more of the gothic cues I prefer. If they can be blatant, they aren't incorrect... or something like that. Anyway, here are a couple of the ones I really liked, along with lyric links.
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There are a few gems out there. While incapacitated I have been digging for music I might like. Nightwish seems to be, if not a replacement for Siouxsie, at least a group I can like. They definitely have more of the gothic cues I prefer. If they can be blatant, they aren't incorrect... or something like that. Anyway, here are a couple of the ones I really liked, along with lyric links.
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