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I'm starting to catch my breath. Okay, not catch my breath, more let my heart... something. I don't know if it needs rest itself or just had a little downturn. I do know it was getting tight. Sleep and time off helps. I had to set some guidelines at times, but I'm a big boy, I can and did, do that. It got really cool last night. It was down to 56 before the sun was down! I don't know what it got down to, and weather isn't something I've found a way to check after it has passed? I guess, even more so than regular news to a degree, they hide their mistakes much more directly. Imagine if you couldn't check their stories a week, month, year later. They do stealth edits and things, but... they can't change print and they can't alter archives others create. Sleep, hard, long, well.
My mother woke me, but I told her to, at her leisure. She slept late, for her, as well. She called around 10:00, just perfect since I went to bed at about 2:00. I thought, with dinner planned, and how messed up allergy medicine can make her and that she took a bit last night, that today would be another mostly resting day. Nope! She had me start the mower for her. And I know she has two or three jobs on her mind that include me. Da-da-dang woman type! Ah, but I am ready today, so I'm mostly just teasing. I'll do my best to get two or three things done so that she is happy. But I want her to rest up tomorrow, for her trip. I'll do a few tasks for her, solo, tomorrow, too. Just no chainsaws or climbing. I'm not quite up to that much.
Ah, best water all the plants and flowers. I personally think she was watering, or having me water, the flowers a bit too much. The dirt in them isn't dry, and has been moist, maybe too moist. They are doing well though. Hmm... I'll just water everything right off. Before she tells me (if it might be too soon still). Never mind... I'll figure out watering on my own when she leaves. At least twice a week, maybe three times a week if it gets completely dry and really hot for a while.
I best get to it. Later!
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
Out, away, back, then...
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A nice calm day was had by all. She wanted some things from town, and some business was requested. Fine. A nice leisurely pace, with no time requirements and a cooler day in which to work, so stress was low. She wanted pizza, she was thinking storebought. I truly despise any pizza I have ever eaten that is store bought, so I talked her into Dominos. Say what you will, and to a degree it depends on the store you go to, but this Dominos is good. Very good if I had to be honest. So, we ordered after some banking business, and set the pickup as close as we could to being fresh. On to the store for tomorrows dinner prep.
Steaks, of course. Ribeye, no less. Thicker cut, but boneless. Brussels sprouts, a bit of this, a bit of that, and all good. A few odds and ends as well. She wanted tea. As did I after a thought. We looked high and low. Sweetened, diet, green, no simply unsweetened black tea! Just, almost by accident, I saw it in a last sweep. Maybe a dozen bottles, two wide, quart volume but slimmer and taller, much easier to miss. Neither of us knew the brand, so a pot shot. I let my thirst drag me in. I went to get four. She, using prudence, suggested two, I went with three so neither of us got our way. :p Glad I did, ended up being fantastic tea. Tajava, I think is the name. And it came in glass bottles, which helps a bunch. Oh, yeah, summer sun tea and all, but that would require finding gallon glass jars, remember which bag tea was best through trial and stupid error. I can't remember if it is Lipton or one of the others. One I like, one is -meh-, one is hated beyond reason. I hate this part... Yeah, so bottled...
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A nice calm day was had by all. She wanted some things from town, and some business was requested. Fine. A nice leisurely pace, with no time requirements and a cooler day in which to work, so stress was low. She wanted pizza, she was thinking storebought. I truly despise any pizza I have ever eaten that is store bought, so I talked her into Dominos. Say what you will, and to a degree it depends on the store you go to, but this Dominos is good. Very good if I had to be honest. So, we ordered after some banking business, and set the pickup as close as we could to being fresh. On to the store for tomorrows dinner prep.
Steaks, of course. Ribeye, no less. Thicker cut, but boneless. Brussels sprouts, a bit of this, a bit of that, and all good. A few odds and ends as well. She wanted tea. As did I after a thought. We looked high and low. Sweetened, diet, green, no simply unsweetened black tea! Just, almost by accident, I saw it in a last sweep. Maybe a dozen bottles, two wide, quart volume but slimmer and taller, much easier to miss. Neither of us knew the brand, so a pot shot. I let my thirst drag me in. I went to get four. She, using prudence, suggested two, I went with three so neither of us got our way. :p Glad I did, ended up being fantastic tea. Tajava, I think is the name. And it came in glass bottles, which helps a bunch. Oh, yeah, summer sun tea and all, but that would require finding gallon glass jars, remember which bag tea was best through trial and stupid error. I can't remember if it is Lipton or one of the others. One I like, one is -meh-, one is hated beyond reason. I hate this part... Yeah, so bottled...
Wonderfully restful day.
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Oh, well, yes. I probably did need a break. And letting my mother know last night was the right way to go about it. Sure, I didn't want to breach the topic. Doing it last night did two things. It prepared both of us for today and took care of a potentially unpleasant thing so that I could relax and sleep with nothing on my mind. Now, if Sam hadn't been such a dinker-do I wouldn't have been stressing about her until bedtime, which was stretched for concern. Usually, if she is in, she comes by and lets me know through the night. She must have been extra tired? Odd though, because she was a nutball all night. Sassy has been a little playing girl all night and morning too.
I may, literally, do nothing today. I don't think it is wear and tear so much as just my heart acting up a bit. It does that from time. If I take a day off, right when it starts, I think it does help. When I can't, it takes a bit longer to recover. I am doing better all the time though, and more aware. Much more aware. My awareness, as well, is more accumulative. I don't lose all gains to knowledge and strength and stamina as fast as I used to seem to do. The cycle, if I had to say, is broken. Health and mind are coming back. That doesn't mean I am healthy, hale, and full volume. I am still quite ill. It is just a much better regulated thing, one that can be managed. I won't be doing wind sprints any time soon. I won't be be benching 500 pounds by summer's end. I might still not get out of my home all that often. But I am setting goals, doing real work, mostly making appointments, and figuring out some physical activity. I am even throwing in some things that will require daily, or nearly daily, efforts. If this and next year goes well with the garden, the following year will see me into buying chickens. If that goes well for a year or two, perhaps a she milk goat and a meat kid to eventually go with her.
My home is clean. I have replaced some things by myself. I think I can keep up on things much better. Then again, there will be times where I fall. I still have no way to... fill for that. And catching up after is... very difficult. I don't know. I'll... figure it out. I would say to get busy, but you can get busy relaxing too, if you have the time. It's not always a bad thing. Later.
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Oh, well, yes. I probably did need a break. And letting my mother know last night was the right way to go about it. Sure, I didn't want to breach the topic. Doing it last night did two things. It prepared both of us for today and took care of a potentially unpleasant thing so that I could relax and sleep with nothing on my mind. Now, if Sam hadn't been such a dinker-do I wouldn't have been stressing about her until bedtime, which was stretched for concern. Usually, if she is in, she comes by and lets me know through the night. She must have been extra tired? Odd though, because she was a nutball all night. Sassy has been a little playing girl all night and morning too.
I may, literally, do nothing today. I don't think it is wear and tear so much as just my heart acting up a bit. It does that from time. If I take a day off, right when it starts, I think it does help. When I can't, it takes a bit longer to recover. I am doing better all the time though, and more aware. Much more aware. My awareness, as well, is more accumulative. I don't lose all gains to knowledge and strength and stamina as fast as I used to seem to do. The cycle, if I had to say, is broken. Health and mind are coming back. That doesn't mean I am healthy, hale, and full volume. I am still quite ill. It is just a much better regulated thing, one that can be managed. I won't be doing wind sprints any time soon. I won't be be benching 500 pounds by summer's end. I might still not get out of my home all that often. But I am setting goals, doing real work, mostly making appointments, and figuring out some physical activity. I am even throwing in some things that will require daily, or nearly daily, efforts. If this and next year goes well with the garden, the following year will see me into buying chickens. If that goes well for a year or two, perhaps a she milk goat and a meat kid to eventually go with her.
My home is clean. I have replaced some things by myself. I think I can keep up on things much better. Then again, there will be times where I fall. I still have no way to... fill for that. And catching up after is... very difficult. I don't know. I'll... figure it out. I would say to get busy, but you can get busy relaxing too, if you have the time. It's not always a bad thing. Later.
Friday, is it.
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I didn't get to sleep until a bit after 1:30. I wasn't being ornery, mind you. I had been hoping for Sam to come in. I was sure she was outside. I had started calling since 23:00 or so. I went out about 0:30, only to find a big tom near the door. He ran off, but... that made me nervous. I called for some time, going around the house a bit, she just wouldn't come in. Finally I gave up, went to my room, turned on the light... Sam! Right there on my bed. I don't know if my mother had let her in at some point, if I had but had forgotten, or... what. I'm pretty sure I didn't forget, but it has happened. Never mind, I was just glad to see her. I let the girls sleep with me. They were all over me last night. Not sure what it was about, but popo doesn't mind. Mom Sassy has been a nut-ball all morning to boot. All good. I like it when the girls are happy and show it.
I didn't wake until 10:00, I think. I hadn't meant to sleep so late though. Even when I stay up, I am trying to be up by 8:00 at the latest. I am still feeling a bit tight today, so it will be a slower day. I am still hoping, this afternoon, after a trip to town, to then get to the w.h. If I get that done, then on to the toilet. If those two things go well, then I might get the ac insulated. That will be it, and I won't swear to that.
My mother was having sinus problems, asked for a hot pack. I should get a reusable one, but for now I have some of those I bought for medical. I think last year she needed one or two of the cold packs. They have come in handy, and she thought they were good enough. Oh but she would have howled if she had known that I bought them initially, of course. While, perhaps, a microwavable/freezable one might be better for standard home use. I sure don't want to use all these up for home use, either. I'll be looking for a good dual use one for home. Of course, it's not like I have ever used one, or even wanted to use one. But today she is down. She took sinus meds and they are wiping her out. I can't quite see... the advantage but if she is happy with it, that is fine too.
I can't believe how big my "spare" plants, the ones indoor, have become. I really need to get some of them transplanted. Like I have had the time though. My mother has pushed everywhere she could, leaving me nothing to spare. And, as usual, my interests are not her interests, if she then asks why I haven't done what I said I was going to do. Huh? Seriously? Never mind.
While tight, I am doing fine and should have a fine day. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, other than having my friend over for a steak dinner. I don't know if I will be able to push much, or stay on track tomorrow though either. It's just not there. With my mother set to leave Monday, I can... figure things back out next week. I definitely want to get my room cleaned when she goes, but I'm not in a huge hurry. Thursday is when I am, tentatively, setting the start date on that. And I want it done by Sunday. All give or take. Oh, and I should call about a missed appointment, one I did not receive a notification about to be fair to me. No problems, it happens, but I do need to reschedule in a timely fashion. At least I feel like I am dealing with doctors who are helpful, and mean to be, at this point. I am results oriented and I am seeing results. As a friend recently reminded me, about the term, but it applies here... fair dinkum. Later.
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I didn't get to sleep until a bit after 1:30. I wasn't being ornery, mind you. I had been hoping for Sam to come in. I was sure she was outside. I had started calling since 23:00 or so. I went out about 0:30, only to find a big tom near the door. He ran off, but... that made me nervous. I called for some time, going around the house a bit, she just wouldn't come in. Finally I gave up, went to my room, turned on the light... Sam! Right there on my bed. I don't know if my mother had let her in at some point, if I had but had forgotten, or... what. I'm pretty sure I didn't forget, but it has happened. Never mind, I was just glad to see her. I let the girls sleep with me. They were all over me last night. Not sure what it was about, but popo doesn't mind. Mom Sassy has been a nut-ball all morning to boot. All good. I like it when the girls are happy and show it.
I didn't wake until 10:00, I think. I hadn't meant to sleep so late though. Even when I stay up, I am trying to be up by 8:00 at the latest. I am still feeling a bit tight today, so it will be a slower day. I am still hoping, this afternoon, after a trip to town, to then get to the w.h. If I get that done, then on to the toilet. If those two things go well, then I might get the ac insulated. That will be it, and I won't swear to that.
My mother was having sinus problems, asked for a hot pack. I should get a reusable one, but for now I have some of those I bought for medical. I think last year she needed one or two of the cold packs. They have come in handy, and she thought they were good enough. Oh but she would have howled if she had known that I bought them initially, of course. While, perhaps, a microwavable/freezable one might be better for standard home use. I sure don't want to use all these up for home use, either. I'll be looking for a good dual use one for home. Of course, it's not like I have ever used one, or even wanted to use one. But today she is down. She took sinus meds and they are wiping her out. I can't quite see... the advantage but if she is happy with it, that is fine too.
I can't believe how big my "spare" plants, the ones indoor, have become. I really need to get some of them transplanted. Like I have had the time though. My mother has pushed everywhere she could, leaving me nothing to spare. And, as usual, my interests are not her interests, if she then asks why I haven't done what I said I was going to do. Huh? Seriously? Never mind.
While tight, I am doing fine and should have a fine day. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, other than having my friend over for a steak dinner. I don't know if I will be able to push much, or stay on track tomorrow though either. It's just not there. With my mother set to leave Monday, I can... figure things back out next week. I definitely want to get my room cleaned when she goes, but I'm not in a huge hurry. Thursday is when I am, tentatively, setting the start date on that. And I want it done by Sunday. All give or take. Oh, and I should call about a missed appointment, one I did not receive a notification about to be fair to me. No problems, it happens, but I do need to reschedule in a timely fashion. At least I feel like I am dealing with doctors who are helpful, and mean to be, at this point. I am results oriented and I am seeing results. As a friend recently reminded me, about the term, but it applies here... fair dinkum. Later.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Well... Another day.
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Hmm, oh right, not much today. I put my foot down. My mother thinks we will get to more tomorrow. Oh, I suppose. After another good night of sleep. But my focus is going to be on the bathroom. When she tries to ramble on about a dozen other projects, that's just not going to happen. If she can do them solo, I suppose they will get done. Otherwise she will probably just get mad, take a nap, and feel better later? Don't know, don't care, not going to get sucked into doing too much. No chainsaw juggling in mid-air, and I won't even work on that unless she promises to stay inside and just check on me every fifteen minutes. Can't have her jangling my nerves while I do certain work. If I need her help, I'll get her. I don't foresee that. If it doesn't get done, which I don't think it will as I'm just probably not up to it and I won't be pushed, plus I have other things, I will simply ask my friend over for an afternoon, and have him watch. He won't by trying to tell me which branch to cut or how. Gah!
We made it into town for some final shopping and then took my friend for a haircut, did some of his shopping while he was getting his ears trimmed, and then went for dinner. Both of them like Golden Corral. While it isn't bad, it isn't my preferred. Actually I only ever go because my friend, or mom, wants to go. There are worse places, but I won't even allow others to talk me into going there. And, I suppose, they have their niche. It just isn't my niche. Not even for the price, which isn't all that inexpensive, $41 for two seniors and a "junior", as my friend called me? Ah well, they were happy with it.
I've mostly rested today. My body needs it. While I don't have pains, I do feel heart-weak. I've been pushing for too long, too hard, and too much stop and go work with my mother. Whatever she wants, I'm listening to my body tomorrow. If I am still zapped, another down day will happen. Actually I will speak to her now about that. I don't want to deal with more stress, female trauma, or fuss tomorrow. Settle this tonight... Now. Done. There was a, oh, a little disappointment, anger. But it would have been a terror with her rested up. Catch her when she is tired, saves some hassle.
But I have tossed in a bone about having another day off. There is a little place she likes to stop, to shop, look around. She has pulled some neat things out of there. So, I will take her there in the afternoon. I still plan on getting up early enough, 7:00 or 8:00. And I might tinker with the w.heater. Probably finish it if I do. And I might get the ac insulated up to her specs. But if I go about things this way, usually it keeps her from... putting way too much on the plate. I can't take more full days of this, that, the other thing, and whatever else she might pull out of a hat on top of what I am trying to do. Yeah, my heart really is feeling stressed. Probably just the normal thing I run through? No, a little tighter. I have been pushing.
All good though. A bit of a break, but just a few days, after she heads out... but keeping up on the lawn, garden, and planter watering. Trying to keep my home up. But not much else. Just the barebone basics. Until I feel right again. No biggy, mostly. Good night.
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Hmm, oh right, not much today. I put my foot down. My mother thinks we will get to more tomorrow. Oh, I suppose. After another good night of sleep. But my focus is going to be on the bathroom. When she tries to ramble on about a dozen other projects, that's just not going to happen. If she can do them solo, I suppose they will get done. Otherwise she will probably just get mad, take a nap, and feel better later? Don't know, don't care, not going to get sucked into doing too much. No chainsaw juggling in mid-air, and I won't even work on that unless she promises to stay inside and just check on me every fifteen minutes. Can't have her jangling my nerves while I do certain work. If I need her help, I'll get her. I don't foresee that. If it doesn't get done, which I don't think it will as I'm just probably not up to it and I won't be pushed, plus I have other things, I will simply ask my friend over for an afternoon, and have him watch. He won't by trying to tell me which branch to cut or how. Gah!
We made it into town for some final shopping and then took my friend for a haircut, did some of his shopping while he was getting his ears trimmed, and then went for dinner. Both of them like Golden Corral. While it isn't bad, it isn't my preferred. Actually I only ever go because my friend, or mom, wants to go. There are worse places, but I won't even allow others to talk me into going there. And, I suppose, they have their niche. It just isn't my niche. Not even for the price, which isn't all that inexpensive, $41 for two seniors and a "junior", as my friend called me? Ah well, they were happy with it.
I've mostly rested today. My body needs it. While I don't have pains, I do feel heart-weak. I've been pushing for too long, too hard, and too much stop and go work with my mother. Whatever she wants, I'm listening to my body tomorrow. If I am still zapped, another down day will happen. Actually I will speak to her now about that. I don't want to deal with more stress, female trauma, or fuss tomorrow. Settle this tonight... Now. Done. There was a, oh, a little disappointment, anger. But it would have been a terror with her rested up. Catch her when she is tired, saves some hassle.
But I have tossed in a bone about having another day off. There is a little place she likes to stop, to shop, look around. She has pulled some neat things out of there. So, I will take her there in the afternoon. I still plan on getting up early enough, 7:00 or 8:00. And I might tinker with the w.heater. Probably finish it if I do. And I might get the ac insulated up to her specs. But if I go about things this way, usually it keeps her from... putting way too much on the plate. I can't take more full days of this, that, the other thing, and whatever else she might pull out of a hat on top of what I am trying to do. Yeah, my heart really is feeling stressed. Probably just the normal thing I run through? No, a little tighter. I have been pushing.
All good though. A bit of a break, but just a few days, after she heads out... but keeping up on the lawn, garden, and planter watering. Trying to keep my home up. But not much else. Just the barebone basics. Until I feel right again. No biggy, mostly. Good night.
Oh my.
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I did stay up until... 21:00? Something. I can't remember, exactly. Not even roughly. I didn't want to go to bed too early. I didn't want to zone into another overnight either. I am pretty sure I landed it just right. Sleep? Like a stone. My mother woke me at midnight. Huh? I was not happy. Alarms kept going and vehicles were zooming around town. And, being an Iowegian, she was terrified that there was a tornado. I just told her we "ain't in Kansas" anymore, huffed, puffed, and went back to sleep. :p Not happy, but more just sleep deprived grumpy. I told her I was sorry this morning, if I don't remember how grumpy I was, only that I wasn't the happiest of critters. She seems to have understood though. I don't know what it was all about, yet. Sometimes the most local news is the hardest to get, in small towns.
She wanted the refrigerator evened. Fine. She wanted to do it her way... which was both beyond our combined strength and a non-starter as to success as well. I have the strength to do any part of the job the way she wanted it, but not all the parts of it at once. She couldn't even it hold it tipped, once I tipped it. So, I took over, did it my way (and the right way), and that was that. But no, then she wanted me to put everything back up. Which she can't really do either. She had meant to leave everything on top! Bah! I ignored her and took everything off, thankfully. Then she decided it was time to fix up the ac. That's a one man job for me. Almost none of the jobs she wants done are one man for her, but I can do solo, save the fridge. I told her to take a break today, in no uncertain terms. If you can't, don't. If I am needed, it won't be done. I am done, today. Yesterday cooked my goose, I've been pushing on top of that and she has been adding even more, I am done. She just likes to play boss when she has a worker. Thankfully she ran out of money for the neighbor boy. When I made it clear that if she wanted him to work for her, she had to pay, that ended that. I like what she does, I don't mind helping when I can, but I am done. Oh... she'll tinker until she goes. I'll finish some of the tasks she suggested when she is gone. But I am done piddling around. If I do anything, it will be to finish the bathroom. If... Here and she said she was so unhappy with all the work, and I have to tell her to take a break? Gah! *grins*
It's good here though. Just fussing for fussings sake. She is trying to set her baby up, if it kills him. Still, just like my last, and as I suspected, if you give a woman her way she will work you to death. I've just had to put limits where I need them. And I have. How much do they know they are pushing? Probably a bit, and sometimes more than others. I just know my limits and keep to them. Actually, I've gone well over them... which I needed help doing. But there is a point beyond that, when I reach it I know. And I knew a day ago but had to make it to the doctors so... pushed a lot further on top of it all. All good. But this is the spot where I stop, and I stop until I stop twitching. I'll be ready for more soon enough. Hikes as close to the reservoir as I can make it to start things, keeping up on watering all the green growy things, whatever needs to be done with the bathroom until that is done, putting in the new water shutoff valves, some trimming of branches which will mean some climbing, and... whatever else comes up. I think I can, I think I can, I just have to take breaks when I need them.
This is still shaping up to be an excellent summer of work. I won't get the water lines connected, front to back, softened water housewide, but I will get much else done. There really is next summer, finally, after decades of just being happy to get my next breath. If I happened to die now? I would be dying actually doing something. Little things, personal things really, but... yeah. Oh, no fear of that, just saying.
Later.
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I did stay up until... 21:00? Something. I can't remember, exactly. Not even roughly. I didn't want to go to bed too early. I didn't want to zone into another overnight either. I am pretty sure I landed it just right. Sleep? Like a stone. My mother woke me at midnight. Huh? I was not happy. Alarms kept going and vehicles were zooming around town. And, being an Iowegian, she was terrified that there was a tornado. I just told her we "ain't in Kansas" anymore, huffed, puffed, and went back to sleep. :p Not happy, but more just sleep deprived grumpy. I told her I was sorry this morning, if I don't remember how grumpy I was, only that I wasn't the happiest of critters. She seems to have understood though. I don't know what it was all about, yet. Sometimes the most local news is the hardest to get, in small towns.
She wanted the refrigerator evened. Fine. She wanted to do it her way... which was both beyond our combined strength and a non-starter as to success as well. I have the strength to do any part of the job the way she wanted it, but not all the parts of it at once. She couldn't even it hold it tipped, once I tipped it. So, I took over, did it my way (and the right way), and that was that. But no, then she wanted me to put everything back up. Which she can't really do either. She had meant to leave everything on top! Bah! I ignored her and took everything off, thankfully. Then she decided it was time to fix up the ac. That's a one man job for me. Almost none of the jobs she wants done are one man for her, but I can do solo, save the fridge. I told her to take a break today, in no uncertain terms. If you can't, don't. If I am needed, it won't be done. I am done, today. Yesterday cooked my goose, I've been pushing on top of that and she has been adding even more, I am done. She just likes to play boss when she has a worker. Thankfully she ran out of money for the neighbor boy. When I made it clear that if she wanted him to work for her, she had to pay, that ended that. I like what she does, I don't mind helping when I can, but I am done. Oh... she'll tinker until she goes. I'll finish some of the tasks she suggested when she is gone. But I am done piddling around. If I do anything, it will be to finish the bathroom. If... Here and she said she was so unhappy with all the work, and I have to tell her to take a break? Gah! *grins*
It's good here though. Just fussing for fussings sake. She is trying to set her baby up, if it kills him. Still, just like my last, and as I suspected, if you give a woman her way she will work you to death. I've just had to put limits where I need them. And I have. How much do they know they are pushing? Probably a bit, and sometimes more than others. I just know my limits and keep to them. Actually, I've gone well over them... which I needed help doing. But there is a point beyond that, when I reach it I know. And I knew a day ago but had to make it to the doctors so... pushed a lot further on top of it all. All good. But this is the spot where I stop, and I stop until I stop twitching. I'll be ready for more soon enough. Hikes as close to the reservoir as I can make it to start things, keeping up on watering all the green growy things, whatever needs to be done with the bathroom until that is done, putting in the new water shutoff valves, some trimming of branches which will mean some climbing, and... whatever else comes up. I think I can, I think I can, I just have to take breaks when I need them.
This is still shaping up to be an excellent summer of work. I won't get the water lines connected, front to back, softened water housewide, but I will get much else done. There really is next summer, finally, after decades of just being happy to get my next breath. If I happened to die now? I would be dying actually doing something. Little things, personal things really, but... yeah. Oh, no fear of that, just saying.
Later.
Odd?
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Okay, now, who did that? I have been looking at SiteMeter, Blogger's stats, and Google Analytics lately. I'm just trying to see what, generally, people read and how often people visit. But, well? Not one of them is even close to the other. Yesterday, for example, I am told by Blogger that I had 65 page visits, G.A. says I had 26 visitors but a ton of page visits, and S.M. suggests I had 110 visits with very few additional page views. Huh? Blogger and G.A. may, perhaps, be most closely aligned. Then again G.A. doesn't seem to count foreign, only US. Blogger suggests, for the week, about a third of my visits originated foreign countries, in Russia, the U.K., and seven other nations. Though S.M. doesn't seem to be showing foreign visits... let me check again, perhaps I'm looking at the wrong map... Nope, world map and location isn't showing any foreign visits. Of course, redirection... You never really know.
All I am saying is that not one of them matches the others all that well. For today, Blogger says 41 pageviews, S.M. says 30 visits with no extra pageviews per visit, and G.A. suggests 26 visitors with some extra views per visitor. Gah! Oh, and no, as I have said, I don't even try to trace viewer location with who, save if you tell me. Hmm, it seems what used to be Log. Ut. viewers have... all moved to Ogden. *grins* It's fun to watch folk switch things a bit. I don't know and I won't bother to snoop. I just look at the numbers. No, won't change what I write, or try to add extra stuff... If people like reading dreams, rants, and doings of a bug stuck to the to a board with a pin or three, they get what they get. Mostly.
I do try to put more music on now, rather than just find it, listen, and forget. Or find music to theme, and share. But... I ended up really enjoying that for myself, anyway. It's fun and I have found some music I simply would not have heard, and liked, some of it enough to buy. I have to wonder if I haven't introduced others to new music, music they had forgotten, and new ideas. Music, for me, when I can be awake enough to enjoy, is a true joy. Even the hard stuff... It helps, somehow.
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Okay, now, who did that? I have been looking at SiteMeter, Blogger's stats, and Google Analytics lately. I'm just trying to see what, generally, people read and how often people visit. But, well? Not one of them is even close to the other. Yesterday, for example, I am told by Blogger that I had 65 page visits, G.A. says I had 26 visitors but a ton of page visits, and S.M. suggests I had 110 visits with very few additional page views. Huh? Blogger and G.A. may, perhaps, be most closely aligned. Then again G.A. doesn't seem to count foreign, only US. Blogger suggests, for the week, about a third of my visits originated foreign countries, in Russia, the U.K., and seven other nations. Though S.M. doesn't seem to be showing foreign visits... let me check again, perhaps I'm looking at the wrong map... Nope, world map and location isn't showing any foreign visits. Of course, redirection... You never really know.
All I am saying is that not one of them matches the others all that well. For today, Blogger says 41 pageviews, S.M. says 30 visits with no extra pageviews per visit, and G.A. suggests 26 visitors with some extra views per visitor. Gah! Oh, and no, as I have said, I don't even try to trace viewer location with who, save if you tell me. Hmm, it seems what used to be Log. Ut. viewers have... all moved to Ogden. *grins* It's fun to watch folk switch things a bit. I don't know and I won't bother to snoop. I just look at the numbers. No, won't change what I write, or try to add extra stuff... If people like reading dreams, rants, and doings of a bug stuck to the to a board with a pin or three, they get what they get. Mostly.
I do try to put more music on now, rather than just find it, listen, and forget. Or find music to theme, and share. But... I ended up really enjoying that for myself, anyway. It's fun and I have found some music I simply would not have heard, and liked, some of it enough to buy. I have to wonder if I haven't introduced others to new music, music they had forgotten, and new ideas. Music, for me, when I can be awake enough to enjoy, is a true joy. Even the hard stuff... It helps, somehow.
Shizzles and giggles.
Hey! How’s it going? I’m all right.
My job is so shitty I wish I could overthrow my boss. It’s like this oppressive regime where only true believers in his management techniques will stay around. I work marathon-length hours and he’s made all these changes that have made it the worst architecture firm to work at in Manhattan. Like he moved the office to the Financial District and fired my assistant. She was the only one who knew where the blueprints were! I need access to those blueprints to complete my job!
F my life, right? And he keeps trying to start all these new initiatives to boost revenue, but seriously we just need to stick to what we do best. There’s only one true profit center. I seriously feel ready to go on strike at any second. I just read this article about how these free radical particles can cause the downfall of good health and accelerate aging. These could actually cause death to millions of Americans. If these particles are flying around undetected everywhere, does that mean we’re all radicalized?
Have you seen the second season of Breaking Bad? I just finished it. I couldn’t believe that episode where they poison the guy with ricin! That was the bomb! I won’t say any more because I don’t want to reveal the earth-shattering events to come.
Oh! So I’ve been planning a big trip for the summer. I’m thinking of visiting all of the most famous suspension bridges in the United States. So probably like the Golden Gate Bridge, The Brooklyn Bridge, and the Verrazano Narrows Bridge. I’m gonna bring my younger brother and I know he’ll want to go to bars, so I’m thinking of getting him a fake drivers license, but I hope that doesn’t blow up in my face.
Okay, I gotta run! I’m late for flight school. I missed the last class where we learn how to land, so I really can’t miss another one. Talk to you later!
My job is so shitty I wish I could overthrow my boss. It’s like this oppressive regime where only true believers in his management techniques will stay around. I work marathon-length hours and he’s made all these changes that have made it the worst architecture firm to work at in Manhattan. Like he moved the office to the Financial District and fired my assistant. She was the only one who knew where the blueprints were! I need access to those blueprints to complete my job!
F my life, right? And he keeps trying to start all these new initiatives to boost revenue, but seriously we just need to stick to what we do best. There’s only one true profit center. I seriously feel ready to go on strike at any second. I just read this article about how these free radical particles can cause the downfall of good health and accelerate aging. These could actually cause death to millions of Americans. If these particles are flying around undetected everywhere, does that mean we’re all radicalized?
Have you seen the second season of Breaking Bad? I just finished it. I couldn’t believe that episode where they poison the guy with ricin! That was the bomb! I won’t say any more because I don’t want to reveal the earth-shattering events to come.
Oh! So I’ve been planning a big trip for the summer. I’m thinking of visiting all of the most famous suspension bridges in the United States. So probably like the Golden Gate Bridge, The Brooklyn Bridge, and the Verrazano Narrows Bridge. I’m gonna bring my younger brother and I know he’ll want to go to bars, so I’m thinking of getting him a fake drivers license, but I hope that doesn’t blow up in my face.
Okay, I gotta run! I’m late for flight school. I missed the last class where we learn how to land, so I really can’t miss another one. Talk to you later!
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Okay.
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By the way, I have added the label "haiku" to my submission pages, contests hosted, and judgements... mostly. I hope I got them all. I may even have added just some generic topic posts. I dunno... it's the one thing that really holds to labels, and holds together well. When you are on a haiku page, just click the "haiku" label, and it will put all haiku there for easy access. I didn't just write this for you to search my haiku. Actually, I didn't write this for you to read my stuff at all. *hint wink hint* Hurry up already!
Mother seemed to settle down. Seeing someone sleep for six hours after having gotten up after a solid sleep, and realizing I will be going back to bed, early enough, again tonight... I think she just forgets my limits because sometimes they don't exist. Until they slam down like a hammer again. She forgets I'm almost dead is all. No real fuss. I go through everything she goes through, and more. Anyone who had read here a bit gets a bigger or more in the last few years a smaller taste of that poison. Frustration, to be sure. We have figured out how to manager her wants in the tomorrow. Should work out well enough. And I'll make it to my appointment as well. Probably.
Yeah, no work on the bathroom, of course. If she wasn't here I would be hitting it tonight, maybe, a bit anyway. I am pretty nose down, physically. At least I know I have all the parts. And if needed, enough to even tear down the whole build and rebuild. That allows me some comfort. My body, though, is tired. Well... I can't say that. Physically it is fit, ready. But it hurts a bit from pushing and the heart not repairing. And from not having what I need from the heart. It's slightly different than pure physical exhaustion. I'm figuring this out more as I heal a bit. I can see what is what, I am more awake. I wear my body at times, and can compare the various sorts of exhaustion I go through. Knowing changes-fixes nothing, but it does allow me... comfort, understanding, a modicum of patience I haven't always shown to my physical form and it's failures. Perhaps though, I find in dealing with things, a wiser, more sure way, to what I want to do. Not always, but tending rather than shoving has yielded more bounty on the work front. It's still slow, frustrating... But it is indeed getting done.
A haiku win! I honestly don't see myself as poetic. I'm a rock, damn it! But I enjoy satisfying a judge. A judge who became so by pleasing another in a field of competition. Is it just the competitive nature? Not so much I think. It's finding some worth in an arena I had never ventured but had always slightly been curious about. Of course, my favored haiku will probably never win, too... stout. Misunderstood, finally, or officially? Still, that there is some touch that reaches a judge is enough. I hope it leads others to look at the... deeper, harder, more personal, private pieces. They aren't meant for horror... or are a representation of the terror I am, or was, or a touch of bastardized both. But that psychic trauma isn't meant to hurt the reader, or frighten them, only lead them, as sheep, to lay with the lion that is me? Something. But it is difficult to put into right words, poetry or prose. Some sheep, until assurances are concrete, can never trust the lion. I do understand. And it is not unwise council. Those who can will understand, however, something ahead of their time and place. Well... that's... another angle to my story. Ah, so which won?
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By the way, I have added the label "haiku" to my submission pages, contests hosted, and judgements... mostly. I hope I got them all. I may even have added just some generic topic posts. I dunno... it's the one thing that really holds to labels, and holds together well. When you are on a haiku page, just click the "haiku" label, and it will put all haiku there for easy access. I didn't just write this for you to search my haiku. Actually, I didn't write this for you to read my stuff at all. *hint wink hint* Hurry up already!
Mother seemed to settle down. Seeing someone sleep for six hours after having gotten up after a solid sleep, and realizing I will be going back to bed, early enough, again tonight... I think she just forgets my limits because sometimes they don't exist. Until they slam down like a hammer again. She forgets I'm almost dead is all. No real fuss. I go through everything she goes through, and more. Anyone who had read here a bit gets a bigger or more in the last few years a smaller taste of that poison. Frustration, to be sure. We have figured out how to manager her wants in the tomorrow. Should work out well enough. And I'll make it to my appointment as well. Probably.
Yeah, no work on the bathroom, of course. If she wasn't here I would be hitting it tonight, maybe, a bit anyway. I am pretty nose down, physically. At least I know I have all the parts. And if needed, enough to even tear down the whole build and rebuild. That allows me some comfort. My body, though, is tired. Well... I can't say that. Physically it is fit, ready. But it hurts a bit from pushing and the heart not repairing. And from not having what I need from the heart. It's slightly different than pure physical exhaustion. I'm figuring this out more as I heal a bit. I can see what is what, I am more awake. I wear my body at times, and can compare the various sorts of exhaustion I go through. Knowing changes-fixes nothing, but it does allow me... comfort, understanding, a modicum of patience I haven't always shown to my physical form and it's failures. Perhaps though, I find in dealing with things, a wiser, more sure way, to what I want to do. Not always, but tending rather than shoving has yielded more bounty on the work front. It's still slow, frustrating... But it is indeed getting done.
A haiku win! I honestly don't see myself as poetic. I'm a rock, damn it! But I enjoy satisfying a judge. A judge who became so by pleasing another in a field of competition. Is it just the competitive nature? Not so much I think. It's finding some worth in an arena I had never ventured but had always slightly been curious about. Of course, my favored haiku will probably never win, too... stout. Misunderstood, finally, or officially? Still, that there is some touch that reaches a judge is enough. I hope it leads others to look at the... deeper, harder, more personal, private pieces. They aren't meant for horror... or are a representation of the terror I am, or was, or a touch of bastardized both. But that psychic trauma isn't meant to hurt the reader, or frighten them, only lead them, as sheep, to lay with the lion that is me? Something. But it is difficult to put into right words, poetry or prose. Some sheep, until assurances are concrete, can never trust the lion. I do understand. And it is not unwise council. Those who can will understand, however, something ahead of their time and place. Well... that's... another angle to my story. Ah, so which won?
In This Order
Blisters of lightning,
stars, quiet, serenity.
When the shades come down.
I'll be thinking about the contest, and try to have something up soon. Thursday, Friday sometime at the latest. Mostly. Mom is here, but... I think she is coming around to this poetry stuff, sort of. She is seeing something in it, to it, that might not have been apparent before. It's something she can't quite touch. Then again that is where I was when I first invaded the gig at Aunty's. Actually long ago, when I watched them go up. I think I tried my hand at it long ago, a time or two. She might be a bit understanding, as long as I am busy in the bathroom and just do it on breaks. :p I'm hoping she is done working. She just can't, or won't, stay down though. Always always fussing. It's her art.
Later.
Can't do it.
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I helped a bit this morning. Not much, just a bit. I have been going too long. She wants to go shopping at several stores, take recycling back here and in town, and... do more. I have another trip tomorrow. Last I heard she was staying here. I can't do it. I need a nap. It is too hot. I am too tired, in every way. I'm not sure this is physical exhaustion, from wearing myself out though. It seems more like simply a bad heart day. I'm beginning to see the difference. Although, I can't always be sure. I was hoping to negotiate, cut some things back. But no, all or nothing. She didn't even want to talk about it. I'm not going to worry about it. If I can't, I can't. And I can't. I don't have the extra energy to calm her down, figure out what can be done later, and get to just a pared down thing.
I think, now that it is done, I will simply go in and take a nap. She can fuss and sputter if that is her choice. Actually, she was planning on a day off today, and while I was in town tomorrow she had thought she would clean in here. She made her choices, bumped it, and there is a price. Not my problem.
Later.
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I helped a bit this morning. Not much, just a bit. I have been going too long. She wants to go shopping at several stores, take recycling back here and in town, and... do more. I have another trip tomorrow. Last I heard she was staying here. I can't do it. I need a nap. It is too hot. I am too tired, in every way. I'm not sure this is physical exhaustion, from wearing myself out though. It seems more like simply a bad heart day. I'm beginning to see the difference. Although, I can't always be sure. I was hoping to negotiate, cut some things back. But no, all or nothing. She didn't even want to talk about it. I'm not going to worry about it. If I can't, I can't. And I can't. I don't have the extra energy to calm her down, figure out what can be done later, and get to just a pared down thing.
I think, now that it is done, I will simply go in and take a nap. She can fuss and sputter if that is her choice. Actually, she was planning on a day off today, and while I was in town tomorrow she had thought she would clean in here. She made her choices, bumped it, and there is a price. Not my problem.
Later.
Yeah, well...
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Just too tired, it's simply too hot, my mother is using me, so I have not gotten to the bathroom yet. To be honest, if she wasn't here, I would be working nights. A bang on pipes, or cursing at 2:00 would not go over well. She'd be up from midnight to 6:00, every few hours, asking if I am going to bed yet. I know these things. I'll let her sleep. Trust me, it works better for all. Her room is right through the wall, her bedhead is right up against the wall I am working on/in. No...
The computer room is clean. Pretty much the whole cave, save my cave cave, is clean. I am hoping, actually, to get my bedroom cleaned, this time, after she goes. I will simply move my furniture into the spare room, with enough space to get in to sleep and change close, then rip my room apart, remove everything, dry vac everything from cobwebs to carpet to shelving. Then steam vac everything possible. A little wood treatment on what is needed, including the dresser, then put everything back in when it is dry. Yes, I think I have the juice for it this time. The thing is to hit it hard and hit it fast and to not stop until it is done... as I was doing with the other stuff. I'll wash the curtains at night, dry them a bit in the dryer, then let them hand dry the remaining bit.
What I wish I had been able to do was put new flooring into the bathroom, before installing the w.h. and toilet. At least I have it set for an easy move if I ever do decide to do that. I just didn't have the money/time/energy to mess with it. Sure, I'll lose a wax ring, but that is the only expense. I may still put in some sort of floor drain, yet. I can do that any time. And while I would prefer it to be hooked up to the plumbing drain, it honestly doesn't have to be. It is a dirt crawlspace under there. Fifty gallons is a lot of water, but... not enough to be an issue, so long as I notice it and turn the water off quickly. A water limiter switch valve wouldn't be back to install... but... I know nothing of such things, or how to set it... just a thought... To make sure after a refill, if there is a leak, that it doesn't keep dumping... I'm not the most aware always. Best to have minor mechanical backups. It sucks being sick.
Another trip to town, so I hear. My mother loves to run, always has. Doesn't like to drive, so much, if she can duck it, or anymore. But she loves to shop, look, be out, shop, look, talk, shop... :p Teh women(tm)... it's their thing. Even the ones I knew who said they hated to shop sure shopped a mighty lot for hating to shop. Bleh... I'll find me a bench and just try to... keep from thinking about all the shopping. Later.
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Just too tired, it's simply too hot, my mother is using me, so I have not gotten to the bathroom yet. To be honest, if she wasn't here, I would be working nights. A bang on pipes, or cursing at 2:00 would not go over well. She'd be up from midnight to 6:00, every few hours, asking if I am going to bed yet. I know these things. I'll let her sleep. Trust me, it works better for all. Her room is right through the wall, her bedhead is right up against the wall I am working on/in. No...
The computer room is clean. Pretty much the whole cave, save my cave cave, is clean. I am hoping, actually, to get my bedroom cleaned, this time, after she goes. I will simply move my furniture into the spare room, with enough space to get in to sleep and change close, then rip my room apart, remove everything, dry vac everything from cobwebs to carpet to shelving. Then steam vac everything possible. A little wood treatment on what is needed, including the dresser, then put everything back in when it is dry. Yes, I think I have the juice for it this time. The thing is to hit it hard and hit it fast and to not stop until it is done... as I was doing with the other stuff. I'll wash the curtains at night, dry them a bit in the dryer, then let them hand dry the remaining bit.
What I wish I had been able to do was put new flooring into the bathroom, before installing the w.h. and toilet. At least I have it set for an easy move if I ever do decide to do that. I just didn't have the money/time/energy to mess with it. Sure, I'll lose a wax ring, but that is the only expense. I may still put in some sort of floor drain, yet. I can do that any time. And while I would prefer it to be hooked up to the plumbing drain, it honestly doesn't have to be. It is a dirt crawlspace under there. Fifty gallons is a lot of water, but... not enough to be an issue, so long as I notice it and turn the water off quickly. A water limiter switch valve wouldn't be back to install... but... I know nothing of such things, or how to set it... just a thought... To make sure after a refill, if there is a leak, that it doesn't keep dumping... I'm not the most aware always. Best to have minor mechanical backups. It sucks being sick.
Another trip to town, so I hear. My mother loves to run, always has. Doesn't like to drive, so much, if she can duck it, or anymore. But she loves to shop, look, be out, shop, look, talk, shop... :p Teh women(tm)... it's their thing. Even the ones I knew who said they hated to shop sure shopped a mighty lot for hating to shop. Bleh... I'll find me a bench and just try to... keep from thinking about all the shopping. Later.
To town, twice.
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Oh, running slow, and late, I did get to town. I found the parts I wanted. Several new ball valves as well, and extra bits to get those in. Some I bought were mip x mip, some where s x solder. I'm just going to see which are the easiest to put in, then if those last any longer. This experiment will take a while, perhaps. I bought enough pieces to complete the bathroom, and then some, as well. A bit of extra pipe over what I have, more elbows, and I never used the t's so didn't get more of those. I should be able to finish, and test, the plumbing tomorrow.
Life has slowed down. While I am getting to things as fast as I can, it isn't quite as fast as I had hoped. Most of what was planted should make it. One pepper, a Serrano, is almost sure to die. Another is right on the line, and one tomato plant just... Well? There isn't much there. Still, I'll give it a chance. I need to finish the bathroom. If I get the water going, I can do the toilet at least. The electrical work after that, which will close up the task started long ago. It will be very nice to have my own private bathroom again. Oh, yes, it will. And I will, mostly, know how things work, what to do if there is a problem, and so on. Oh, but I can't find the extra valve to replace the plastic drain valve... maybe I put it on already? Nope. When my mother cleans, sometimes what I set right 'chere tain't right 'chere no more. Ah, but a small thing. I may ask. She might know. But... I would gladly trade three of those for a spiffy home though. Just can't complain, if I will look. She won't have thrown it, but she might have lost it.
Good night.
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Oh, running slow, and late, I did get to town. I found the parts I wanted. Several new ball valves as well, and extra bits to get those in. Some I bought were mip x mip, some where s x solder. I'm just going to see which are the easiest to put in, then if those last any longer. This experiment will take a while, perhaps. I bought enough pieces to complete the bathroom, and then some, as well. A bit of extra pipe over what I have, more elbows, and I never used the t's so didn't get more of those. I should be able to finish, and test, the plumbing tomorrow.
Life has slowed down. While I am getting to things as fast as I can, it isn't quite as fast as I had hoped. Most of what was planted should make it. One pepper, a Serrano, is almost sure to die. Another is right on the line, and one tomato plant just... Well? There isn't much there. Still, I'll give it a chance. I need to finish the bathroom. If I get the water going, I can do the toilet at least. The electrical work after that, which will close up the task started long ago. It will be very nice to have my own private bathroom again. Oh, yes, it will. And I will, mostly, know how things work, what to do if there is a problem, and so on. Oh, but I can't find the extra valve to replace the plastic drain valve... maybe I put it on already? Nope. When my mother cleans, sometimes what I set right 'chere tain't right 'chere no more. Ah, but a small thing. I may ask. She might know. But... I would gladly trade three of those for a spiffy home though. Just can't complain, if I will look. She won't have thrown it, but she might have lost it.
Good night.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Gah! I'm on it.
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Bits and pieces cut, some connections made, two pieces have been soldered, the pieces still needed... just one piece actually... has been identified. Best get several. I will need them soon enough and if one doesn't work I can just take it back in. Oh, and another valve has been found, a ball valve with solder x mip. Okay, I probably should be a bit neater in there. Then again, I want more ball valves. As long as I know which ones I have, then I can make sure to have the connection fittings needed, if necessary. then again, if you are cutting out one valve you will need fittings, even if it is just a double pipe female connector... or two. Gah! As for the work? This is what I have been wanting to do, for a long time. It's a puzzle, it's sometimes hard work... try putting two pieces together that don't want to fit... and yet when I am done I actually feel, and can see, and can prove, that I did something. It isn't pretty, it may not be how a plumber would have done it, but it will be done, it will work, and I will see it every day. If it wasn't so expensive. Even just soldering, the bits and pieces add up very quickly. At least I am taking pieces back, finally, for refunds or exchanges.
Hmm, a sip of something cool, then back to it. Ugh. Later.
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Bits and pieces cut, some connections made, two pieces have been soldered, the pieces still needed... just one piece actually... has been identified. Best get several. I will need them soon enough and if one doesn't work I can just take it back in. Oh, and another valve has been found, a ball valve with solder x mip. Okay, I probably should be a bit neater in there. Then again, I want more ball valves. As long as I know which ones I have, then I can make sure to have the connection fittings needed, if necessary. then again, if you are cutting out one valve you will need fittings, even if it is just a double pipe female connector... or two. Gah! As for the work? This is what I have been wanting to do, for a long time. It's a puzzle, it's sometimes hard work... try putting two pieces together that don't want to fit... and yet when I am done I actually feel, and can see, and can prove, that I did something. It isn't pretty, it may not be how a plumber would have done it, but it will be done, it will work, and I will see it every day. If it wasn't so expensive. Even just soldering, the bits and pieces add up very quickly. At least I am taking pieces back, finally, for refunds or exchanges.
Hmm, a sip of something cool, then back to it. Ugh. Later.
Haiku - Monday -
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Michael is up, at foaming. It seems foam is doing the kindly thing and helping teh Michael, by offering a hosting platform. These artisty types, always colluding and sich. Never the mind.
Ah, the topic is what you see when you close your eyes at night. Now, I could be cute and say, in the right circumstances, what you see at night, when you close your eyes, is no different from what you see when they are open, but... I'll just take a clue and shut my pie hole. Mostly.
Yes, yes. In spite of my morning... roughhousing... I am already up. More may come, and I might do something visual... but for now... there are these. Okay, while I was at it, not being sure what I can put in later, I added some visuals. I could say more about pie hole, quietude, and getting busy, but I won't. Not even regarding YOU. If the notion sounds fun... from here.
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Michael is up, at foaming. It seems foam is doing the kindly thing and helping teh Michael, by offering a hosting platform. These artisty types, always colluding and sich. Never the mind.
Ah, the topic is what you see when you close your eyes at night. Now, I could be cute and say, in the right circumstances, what you see at night, when you close your eyes, is no different from what you see when they are open, but... I'll just take a clue and shut my pie hole. Mostly.
Yes, yes. In spite of my morning... roughhousing... I am already up. More may come, and I might do something visual... but for now... there are these. Okay, while I was at it, not being sure what I can put in later, I added some visuals. I could say more about pie hole, quietude, and getting busy, but I won't. Not even regarding YOU. If the notion sounds fun... from here.
Hehehe Hahahaha Hehehehe
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My mother just called out. Are you still in bed, Doom? No. Me, are you still in bed (she "napping" on the couch). Her, no, I've been up since 6:00. Me? The title. She has been snoring since I woke at 8:00-9:00. It was her snoring that woke me. Up since 6:00? Okay. Title again.
Hmm, laughter causes hunger and it is nearing lunchtime. Later.
Oh, by the way, don't take anything I write seriously. Unless I say to. Then really, seriously, don't. What will get you, if you ever learn all, will be what didn't get you but which is right there. Don't even believe that. Trust but verify... which... I wouldn't want to even try to do, if I were you. Not even if I were me. Teh bother(tm).
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My mother just called out. Are you still in bed, Doom? No. Me, are you still in bed (she "napping" on the couch). Her, no, I've been up since 6:00. Me? The title. She has been snoring since I woke at 8:00-9:00. It was her snoring that woke me. Up since 6:00? Okay. Title again.
Hmm, laughter causes hunger and it is nearing lunchtime. Later.
Oh, by the way, don't take anything I write seriously. Unless I say to. Then really, seriously, don't. What will get you, if you ever learn all, will be what didn't get you but which is right there. Don't even believe that. Trust but verify... which... I wouldn't want to even try to do, if I were you. Not even if I were me. Teh bother(tm).
Yeah, well...
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Running out of steam, and I don't think I am alone. And yet I want to push some things through, on my side. I don't mind if my mom takes it really easy. Oh, she can't fool me, she works like this at home. What she didn't like, admittedly, was the a few instances of cat chunk-ups. She really, really, truly, and deeply despises that stuff. Okay, I get that. And yet, I know I couldn't keep up on that AND get water and the other needed stuff going. She would have been much more put out with a nonfunctional sink, more so with no hot water. And, while it failed, having her own bathroom would have been a fine thing, but I know she is absolutely loving the new toilet in there. I'm glad she doesn't have it set to take anything but carry-on... my toilet might disappear!
Today I am going to hope to get the water heater in. There might still, somehow, be another part I need. I hate it, but it's true. I won't need to solder the ball valve, this time, which means what I have to do should be easy to do. Two parts, make it two parts. I was so focused just on getting the stupid facet set that I didn't think one more step, let alone on each side. Oh, this job is making me feel like an idiot. Then again, I think soldering in a system will do that. There are so many steps. Though a well thought through system which fails, then revising the plan, several times, leaves huge holes for error. It wasn't a complete lack of forethought, either. A plumber simply usually stocks his supplies from the excessive charges he bills so that, at some point, he doesn't have to run to the store... for failed parts, for parts he didn't think to add in the first place, during his design process. After his second year, he has a heck of a system of supplies on hand, and from experience almost never has to go to the store for almost any job. It's in there, in his van/truck. Plus, he does things in such a way that he takes back a month's worth of failures at once and just trades them for good. It's a system. Most of us can't be that... geared and ready and efficient. I will be having extra parts and pieces after this job though. Not enough for much, but maybe enough for a minor fix. Maybe.
Next summer, if nothing major pops, I may be replacing all my turn off valves with ball valves, now that I am sure I can sweat copper and know where the whole house and various of the minor water turn offs are, and how to change things without much difficulty. I might even do it yet this summer, depending on how deep in debt I turn out to be when a few things are done. Bleh. I truly enjoy working on these things. I just wish I could trust shark bites. I would keep some around for minor leaks as temporary repairs. Water is a rather ruinous fluid, and quickly.
But... a bit to wake up. She is napping, listening to Rachel Ray or something as well. With the idiot Larry King on... Oh, right, time to turn music on. Time to ruminate about... once very good old friends. Ah, I might not be on their side of things, but it's hard to hate. I just won't join them in hell. People scare me, not these. These know and choose, but honestly, good or evil, if they might be tricky about it. Humans seem to fool themselves into believing what they do is... just fine. Do your sin folk, we of flesh will. Just don't try to get me to believe your, or my, bad actions are other than sin. I won't go to hell with you, either. Yep, confession this coming Saturday, and Eucharist will start back up. None sin so well, or full of denial, as those who have a clear path to give up the price of it though. Odd.
Later.
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Running out of steam, and I don't think I am alone. And yet I want to push some things through, on my side. I don't mind if my mom takes it really easy. Oh, she can't fool me, she works like this at home. What she didn't like, admittedly, was the a few instances of cat chunk-ups. She really, really, truly, and deeply despises that stuff. Okay, I get that. And yet, I know I couldn't keep up on that AND get water and the other needed stuff going. She would have been much more put out with a nonfunctional sink, more so with no hot water. And, while it failed, having her own bathroom would have been a fine thing, but I know she is absolutely loving the new toilet in there. I'm glad she doesn't have it set to take anything but carry-on... my toilet might disappear!
Today I am going to hope to get the water heater in. There might still, somehow, be another part I need. I hate it, but it's true. I won't need to solder the ball valve, this time, which means what I have to do should be easy to do. Two parts, make it two parts. I was so focused just on getting the stupid facet set that I didn't think one more step, let alone on each side. Oh, this job is making me feel like an idiot. Then again, I think soldering in a system will do that. There are so many steps. Though a well thought through system which fails, then revising the plan, several times, leaves huge holes for error. It wasn't a complete lack of forethought, either. A plumber simply usually stocks his supplies from the excessive charges he bills so that, at some point, he doesn't have to run to the store... for failed parts, for parts he didn't think to add in the first place, during his design process. After his second year, he has a heck of a system of supplies on hand, and from experience almost never has to go to the store for almost any job. It's in there, in his van/truck. Plus, he does things in such a way that he takes back a month's worth of failures at once and just trades them for good. It's a system. Most of us can't be that... geared and ready and efficient. I will be having extra parts and pieces after this job though. Not enough for much, but maybe enough for a minor fix. Maybe.
Next summer, if nothing major pops, I may be replacing all my turn off valves with ball valves, now that I am sure I can sweat copper and know where the whole house and various of the minor water turn offs are, and how to change things without much difficulty. I might even do it yet this summer, depending on how deep in debt I turn out to be when a few things are done. Bleh. I truly enjoy working on these things. I just wish I could trust shark bites. I would keep some around for minor leaks as temporary repairs. Water is a rather ruinous fluid, and quickly.
But... a bit to wake up. She is napping, listening to Rachel Ray or something as well. With the idiot Larry King on... Oh, right, time to turn music on. Time to ruminate about... once very good old friends. Ah, I might not be on their side of things, but it's hard to hate. I just won't join them in hell. People scare me, not these. These know and choose, but honestly, good or evil, if they might be tricky about it. Humans seem to fool themselves into believing what they do is... just fine. Do your sin folk, we of flesh will. Just don't try to get me to believe your, or my, bad actions are other than sin. I won't go to hell with you, either. Yep, confession this coming Saturday, and Eucharist will start back up. None sin so well, or full of denial, as those who have a clear path to give up the price of it though. Odd.
Later.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Okay, didn't get to the bathroom.
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Planting was done, and a leisurely day was had. I figured out watering this evening, as well. Shortly before that, mother decided it was time for a haircut. I like to spike it, sometimes. But I wanted it as long as possible. Sometimes I can spike it rather long, but I haven't been doing so for a long time. I guess my hair lost it's training, or something. All I know is, while I begged her to save as much hair as possible, much of it had to be cut. Even now, it the length is pushing my ability to spike it. *shrug* I'll see what I can do with it this week. I might have to ask her to cut it just a bit more.
I may just figure out watering both the lawn and the garden myself. I should have watered the lawn tonight but that just didn't get done. I will be buying another multi-hose adapter. I had one once, but it is gone. As well, I will be buying (another) spray nozzle for the hose. Don't know where they went, need them. That way, with the splitter, I could have watered the garden while I was watering the lawn. Along with those things my mother suggests buying a fertilizer attachment, and rubbers for the hoses... leaky she says. That should work well enough.
Tomorrow is dedicated to the water heater, and toilet if I get that far. She says this, the computer room, is what she will be hitting. Okies, dokies. Midnight? Weird. Good night.
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Planting was done, and a leisurely day was had. I figured out watering this evening, as well. Shortly before that, mother decided it was time for a haircut. I like to spike it, sometimes. But I wanted it as long as possible. Sometimes I can spike it rather long, but I haven't been doing so for a long time. I guess my hair lost it's training, or something. All I know is, while I begged her to save as much hair as possible, much of it had to be cut. Even now, it the length is pushing my ability to spike it. *shrug* I'll see what I can do with it this week. I might have to ask her to cut it just a bit more.
I may just figure out watering both the lawn and the garden myself. I should have watered the lawn tonight but that just didn't get done. I will be buying another multi-hose adapter. I had one once, but it is gone. As well, I will be buying (another) spray nozzle for the hose. Don't know where they went, need them. That way, with the splitter, I could have watered the garden while I was watering the lawn. Along with those things my mother suggests buying a fertilizer attachment, and rubbers for the hoses... leaky she says. That should work well enough.
Tomorrow is dedicated to the water heater, and toilet if I get that far. She says this, the computer room, is what she will be hitting. Okies, dokies. Midnight? Weird. Good night.
Can't nap, can't work.
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No huge worries. Sleep just isn't possible. I have tried to cool down for it. I then turned the ac on for a bit. Temp isn't the problem. And yet I can't get to work, either. I just don't have enough going. I am sure, by this evening, I will be able to help with the garden. One last grouping of peppers to go in. I don't really agree with how things were put in, but I'll know more after this summer. I will know if it works, or at least have real experience upon which to base my future plans. As is, I am doing a bit to guide the thing. I don't want the peppers to crosspollinate. She simply doesn't get that, usually only growing one type of pepper at a time herself.
Some of the plants, I can tell, won't make it. I do have backups, and I will give those some time to get even stronger and bigger than what went in today. I can't believe how much the plants, indoors, have shot up just in the last day or two. They seem to do that for no good reason, from time to time. Some of them are bigger, now, than what was put out. What was put out were in a box, overnight, so didn't get direct sun this morning. And they didn't have as much access to water, so didn't seem to grow. Well, and the nights are cooler out there. Crazy. Oh, but next year I will probably plant my tomatoes a lot earlier and my peppers a bit earlier. February might really be the time to try, for the tomatoes. I am thinking mid-March, for sure, on the peppers. But I will need two more light fixtures. Start them with full spectrum, then when they top out get heat lights on them... Not hot, just... some warmth, something the full spectrum 'bulbs' don't offer. Oh, I'll get this figured and nailed in another year or two, taking what I can for fruit and seed along the way.
One thing irritating about my mother is that she lives on the television. When she is on the computer she still wants the tv on. All the time. I can, and do, turn everything off and go do stuff, noiselessly, and often. Further, I hate the tube. Television is made for idiots. It makes people stupider. You could read a whole hour program in minutes, max, without the annoyance of commercials. Even then you wouldn't learn enough to make the read worth the time. Most of the crime stuff my mother watches is based on stupid criminals who are easy to catch. She prefers "love murderers". Stuff people shouldn't stick their noses into. Bleh. Did I mention that I truly hate television? I will be shutting cable off until she returns. A waste of money and time.
A couple hours of ac seems to, along with the stone, keep the cave cool. Not cold, just cool enough to survive, or really thrive, and comfortably. I notice my mother, today, didn't open the living room curtain. She'll learn. The light is not worth the heat. Further, the light makes the television hard to see. I didn't bother telling her. With her, telling her won't make sense until she is too hot and her eyes are red/neck sore - from trying to deal with an open curtain making the television difficult to see. Not that she won't do it in the future, but like I said, some things you just can't tell her. She will be here for about another week, then I can go back to normal cave trim, and quiet!
Oh, I listen to my music, but on the lower settings, and just, maybe, for a few hours a day. Still listening to "Veteran of Psychic Wars", "Bullet Proof", and the thing on War... Yeah, something is going on. People are dying and preparing to kill and die. I should check my popcorn supplies... for now. Well, and bone up a bit on some things. Don't negotiate, you will just be dead with no comfort of having given them a second thought the next guy they try to jack... and probably leaving no evidence that you were wiped... don't... not even a bit. Win, lose, draw, do it right. We have a rogue, full out, criminal, federal government. Of course, liberals are pleased that Holder is right on that case.
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No huge worries. Sleep just isn't possible. I have tried to cool down for it. I then turned the ac on for a bit. Temp isn't the problem. And yet I can't get to work, either. I just don't have enough going. I am sure, by this evening, I will be able to help with the garden. One last grouping of peppers to go in. I don't really agree with how things were put in, but I'll know more after this summer. I will know if it works, or at least have real experience upon which to base my future plans. As is, I am doing a bit to guide the thing. I don't want the peppers to crosspollinate. She simply doesn't get that, usually only growing one type of pepper at a time herself.
Some of the plants, I can tell, won't make it. I do have backups, and I will give those some time to get even stronger and bigger than what went in today. I can't believe how much the plants, indoors, have shot up just in the last day or two. They seem to do that for no good reason, from time to time. Some of them are bigger, now, than what was put out. What was put out were in a box, overnight, so didn't get direct sun this morning. And they didn't have as much access to water, so didn't seem to grow. Well, and the nights are cooler out there. Crazy. Oh, but next year I will probably plant my tomatoes a lot earlier and my peppers a bit earlier. February might really be the time to try, for the tomatoes. I am thinking mid-March, for sure, on the peppers. But I will need two more light fixtures. Start them with full spectrum, then when they top out get heat lights on them... Not hot, just... some warmth, something the full spectrum 'bulbs' don't offer. Oh, I'll get this figured and nailed in another year or two, taking what I can for fruit and seed along the way.
One thing irritating about my mother is that she lives on the television. When she is on the computer she still wants the tv on. All the time. I can, and do, turn everything off and go do stuff, noiselessly, and often. Further, I hate the tube. Television is made for idiots. It makes people stupider. You could read a whole hour program in minutes, max, without the annoyance of commercials. Even then you wouldn't learn enough to make the read worth the time. Most of the crime stuff my mother watches is based on stupid criminals who are easy to catch. She prefers "love murderers". Stuff people shouldn't stick their noses into. Bleh. Did I mention that I truly hate television? I will be shutting cable off until she returns. A waste of money and time.
A couple hours of ac seems to, along with the stone, keep the cave cool. Not cold, just cool enough to survive, or really thrive, and comfortably. I notice my mother, today, didn't open the living room curtain. She'll learn. The light is not worth the heat. Further, the light makes the television hard to see. I didn't bother telling her. With her, telling her won't make sense until she is too hot and her eyes are red/neck sore - from trying to deal with an open curtain making the television difficult to see. Not that she won't do it in the future, but like I said, some things you just can't tell her. She will be here for about another week, then I can go back to normal cave trim, and quiet!
Oh, I listen to my music, but on the lower settings, and just, maybe, for a few hours a day. Still listening to "Veteran of Psychic Wars", "Bullet Proof", and the thing on War... Yeah, something is going on. People are dying and preparing to kill and die. I should check my popcorn supplies... for now. Well, and bone up a bit on some things. Don't negotiate, you will just be dead with no comfort of having given them a second thought the next guy they try to jack... and probably leaving no evidence that you were wiped... don't... not even a bit. Win, lose, draw, do it right. We have a rogue, full out, criminal, federal government. Of course, liberals are pleased that Holder is right on that case.
Cooked!
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Okay, that... of course... took longer than I thought it would. We got twelve peppers and ten tomato plants in, plus I chopped down four or five huge thistle 'trees'. I wore gloves, long pants and sleeves, and put sun screen on underneath, plus on all showing skin. My mother, finally, knew when I had enough. She did talk me into the chopping, but since I am trying to push anyway, a bit, it was no biggy on my side. I think she finally understands something. My pseudonym has more reason than just size similarity. When I mentioned it, her eyes flickered with recognition. Red indeed. It'll pass, in time. It isn't a sun burn or such. It's just... something. It's been that way since I was a kid though, if perhaps more potent with the heart and bp? Dunno, exactly. Oh, and I did help with the huge planter I have by the patio area, a bit. She did most of the planting there, arranging this and that. Water it, she said. Fine. But I'm still going to see if any of it is... edible.
Not a bad day, so far. Two hours of work in, most of the garden planted. I still have to wait a bit for the habanero to get a bit bigger, and to separate those and the jalapeno... The last dozen or so peppers will go in tonight, when it cools, as the sun is going down. And, if I can get to it, more work on the water heater. The ac is running. A couple hours from noon to 14:00 should get me back in shape. If need be, a nap too. Lunch is on the way. Leftovers, but goulash, so I can live with that. Cooked, for the moment, myself.
She put out the preen, told me what I need to add fertilizer and we put that on the list, and things are coming together for a decent garden. I'll be doing some of the planting myself, probably in the evening though. I'm not quite up to blazing sun. Then again, it wouldn't be a bad thing to... push on that, in prep for BMan. It is probably more humid here, and now at least. That won't be there. Oh, water. I really need to get a metal canteen and get going on finding what I can use to hydrate. A teaspoon per gallon, or quart, or Gatorade or other flavoring... but just enough for a slight flavoring. Mostly just water, if I can get to it.
Later.
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Okay, that... of course... took longer than I thought it would. We got twelve peppers and ten tomato plants in, plus I chopped down four or five huge thistle 'trees'. I wore gloves, long pants and sleeves, and put sun screen on underneath, plus on all showing skin. My mother, finally, knew when I had enough. She did talk me into the chopping, but since I am trying to push anyway, a bit, it was no biggy on my side. I think she finally understands something. My pseudonym has more reason than just size similarity. When I mentioned it, her eyes flickered with recognition. Red indeed. It'll pass, in time. It isn't a sun burn or such. It's just... something. It's been that way since I was a kid though, if perhaps more potent with the heart and bp? Dunno, exactly. Oh, and I did help with the huge planter I have by the patio area, a bit. She did most of the planting there, arranging this and that. Water it, she said. Fine. But I'm still going to see if any of it is... edible.
Not a bad day, so far. Two hours of work in, most of the garden planted. I still have to wait a bit for the habanero to get a bit bigger, and to separate those and the jalapeno... The last dozen or so peppers will go in tonight, when it cools, as the sun is going down. And, if I can get to it, more work on the water heater. The ac is running. A couple hours from noon to 14:00 should get me back in shape. If need be, a nap too. Lunch is on the way. Leftovers, but goulash, so I can live with that. Cooked, for the moment, myself.
She put out the preen, told me what I need to add fertilizer and we put that on the list, and things are coming together for a decent garden. I'll be doing some of the planting myself, probably in the evening though. I'm not quite up to blazing sun. Then again, it wouldn't be a bad thing to... push on that, in prep for BMan. It is probably more humid here, and now at least. That won't be there. Oh, water. I really need to get a metal canteen and get going on finding what I can use to hydrate. A teaspoon per gallon, or quart, or Gatorade or other flavoring... but just enough for a slight flavoring. Mostly just water, if I can get to it.
Later.
Up, at a resonable hour.
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Oh, strawberry and fresh rhubarb pie, from my patch! The rhubarb anyway. Yeah, diabetes... shut up. Like I eat much sugar my whole existence otherwise. Blood sugar, after the pie, was 222. It sounds like my doctor is set to preach the sermon on that when I go it. It seemed I would be talking to the nurse, but that got changed. My A1C must be high, or something. I suppose I'll have to come clean that I had to cut metfornan, or whatever. I couldn't handle both med-additions, wasn't sure which was the problem, so cut the 'met' since hbp/heart is the main, primary, most serious concern. Triage, baby. And that did work. I was able to kick a leg out and get to my feet after that and a bit of time. I won't risk going back on it with so much still on my plate. Once the bathroom is set, the trees are trimmed, and my mother is safely on her way, I may give that another go. It's as good as I can do. I simply, being alone, cannot afford to go down.
By the way, this work with my mother, once I put my foot down on some things, isn't busting my chops. I shouldn't even need a break when she goes. I will keep going on other projects hereabouts. There will be enough to do to keep me busy for a while. Tossing in hikes to the reservoir should empty the batteries, to top things off. Things that don't cost money, because I just don't have that much money. But I do have a chainsaw, sawsall, drills, other tools, some supplies, bits and pieces, some ideas, and such. Something odd about my water delivery system. The sink is soft water, so my mother says, but the shower isn't? I've been adding hardness levels to the programming, but that hasn't seemed to help. Just stepping it up though. Not sure, perhaps hands are more sensitive to soft water? And I'll like to get the sink to a full flow again. It's not terrible, it just isn't tops/normal.
This morning, starting out in the garden then moving to the water heater when done. I'll get the hose(s) out there, plants, but first I'll put on something to keep me from crisping. That sun will just cook me without full cover clothing and/or sunscreen. I'll get to try that new stuff I bought. I best get going before she has another tantrum. "You don't love me, and you hate me, and you use me, and...". It was two minutes, mom. Hehehehe She can be seriously melodramatic. Later.
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Oh, strawberry and fresh rhubarb pie, from my patch! The rhubarb anyway. Yeah, diabetes... shut up. Like I eat much sugar my whole existence otherwise. Blood sugar, after the pie, was 222. It sounds like my doctor is set to preach the sermon on that when I go it. It seemed I would be talking to the nurse, but that got changed. My A1C must be high, or something. I suppose I'll have to come clean that I had to cut metfornan, or whatever. I couldn't handle both med-additions, wasn't sure which was the problem, so cut the 'met' since hbp/heart is the main, primary, most serious concern. Triage, baby. And that did work. I was able to kick a leg out and get to my feet after that and a bit of time. I won't risk going back on it with so much still on my plate. Once the bathroom is set, the trees are trimmed, and my mother is safely on her way, I may give that another go. It's as good as I can do. I simply, being alone, cannot afford to go down.
By the way, this work with my mother, once I put my foot down on some things, isn't busting my chops. I shouldn't even need a break when she goes. I will keep going on other projects hereabouts. There will be enough to do to keep me busy for a while. Tossing in hikes to the reservoir should empty the batteries, to top things off. Things that don't cost money, because I just don't have that much money. But I do have a chainsaw, sawsall, drills, other tools, some supplies, bits and pieces, some ideas, and such. Something odd about my water delivery system. The sink is soft water, so my mother says, but the shower isn't? I've been adding hardness levels to the programming, but that hasn't seemed to help. Just stepping it up though. Not sure, perhaps hands are more sensitive to soft water? And I'll like to get the sink to a full flow again. It's not terrible, it just isn't tops/normal.
This morning, starting out in the garden then moving to the water heater when done. I'll get the hose(s) out there, plants, but first I'll put on something to keep me from crisping. That sun will just cook me without full cover clothing and/or sunscreen. I'll get to try that new stuff I bought. I best get going before she has another tantrum. "You don't love me, and you hate me, and you use me, and...". It was two minutes, mom. Hehehehe She can be seriously melodramatic. Later.
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