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My hair cut certainly... draws attention. Coupled with tiger strip bdu bottoms, and... Gas meet match. Most of it was negative but some of it was... quite good. Strong, always, one way or usually the other. Not my problem, just noticed. Then again, with my size, I usually stand out anyway. This just completes it for those two or three who didn't notice me before. I didn't do it for them, or even for the people at BMan, I did this for me. I might do it every summer, letting it shag over the winter for warmth. As I said, this isn't just summer, this is a blazing summer here. No cool ever, just hot, 90's by the weather casters, 100's in reality according to my senses and some measurements.
My friend got his stuff, and I found paraffin, finally. I also picked up a few little things I needed, like a travel bottle pack, a small bottle of dish soap, and other tidbits. Oh, and a bottle of orange juice with a *cough* big enough opening, and good neck grip, to work as a pee bottle. All these little details. Too much, too many, but I keep... trying to get it found, bought, sorted, and ready. Ugh. Couldn't find white gas, either, if I forgot to check at the second Walmart. It's not that I expect them to have it, it's just that they might know who does. There is one place I could call Monday, they sell lots of other odd and specialty fuels, if they seem more geared toward truckers, RVers, and the like so... Just want a little! Hmm, where have I heard that before. Never mind.
I have decided, instead of buying the wheat grinder, since I have the money, to do something I meant to do long ago. I had forgotten. My friend's teeth need work. Now, the money I have set aside won't pay it all, but it might be enough to get his siblings in on the deal. We really have to do that. He is down to eating with gums, all out of back teeth. No, I... have the money, I will be calling shortly. Gotta gotta do that. His teeth, actually, may end up killing him otherwise. Called but no one answered. I left a short quirky message, just a hint but not at all specific. I'll try later. It might be their dinner time.
Tonight? A bit more packing and sorting. Hmm, but first to work on the bike. After I get some chill going. It was hotter than the blazes out there. The bigger hex keys, SAE as it turns out, did the trick of getting the old kickstand off. Unfortunately, the old kickstand was added through a welded cross member in an non-traditional way, and there aren't other good flat, level, straight pipe that look like they will support the new one. I also could not find replacements parts, at all, for that bike. Bleh. Still, I'll see what I can do. Hmm, and, being sober, I may goof with face paint just a bit. I don't know how easy the stuff is to work with, guess I will find out.
Oh, well, as for my haircut? When the singer is in his black kit, and from the front... Longer though, and then I have hair normal from behind the ear horizontally back at, generally normal, length. Oh, I don't look that good in it, but... when you start with ugly... it... just live with it. I do, and quite happily!
Urhm, and no, that wasn't the plan. First, I'm just not really a copycat. I try to do my own things, as I see them. Second, if I had tried, it probably wouldn't have worked, somehow. Just... tried to do what I wanted but it just didn't work out. I'm not unhappy with it, it just wasn't how I envisioned it. I have tried to do an upward spiking, it just doesn't work with what I have on hand. Maybe as it grows, and if I learned how to play with it... perhaps I can... get a broad spiked up (not spiked, exactly, per se, just all upward in a wall of hair). Dunno.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Ugh. Slower morning than even usual.
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Okay, so... My friend called to make sure I would be coming in to town. Yep, at noon as I suggested, and... give or take. A shower would be good. And this time I may try to spike the hair and not wear a cap. Oh, it hasn't been so much that I have been hiding it. It's more that I haven't had any time to fuss with it when going in to town. It looks really odd if you don't fix it right, though some might suggest it just looks bad no matter. I have time to try to call around and find white gas. Paraffin should be in stores as canning season is about to kick off.
I don't think I will be in town all day, like yesterday. While that was only four or five hours, for me that was all day. He is looking for model glue and paint, I am looking for white gas and paraffin. I have everything else I might want, save dry ice, but that is a Wednesday buy. Oh, and lunch out. I ought to work practice a few things with my hair since I am going to Church tomorrow. I won't spike it for Mass, probably... unless that is the best look I can get out of it. Dunno, I haven't been messing with it, just mostly getting used to it. It IS cooler, I will say that.
Okay, yea, a little research, a shower with time to air dry, some messing with the hair... time is ticking. Later.
Oh, and don't worry about stories from... before. Just stories. Move along.
By the bye, have you ever realized how much of your mind, thinking, and wants live in the background? You may not even be aware of them, until the possibility is presented. We were trained that way. Wisely, to be sure, that training. If you just reach for what you want, when you want it, as soon as it appears, without other considerations, you would be a mess of a being, a wreck. Food alone can consume you through consumption. Odd, but... And that is just on your own plane. If others realize you want something, they will use that to their advantage. Under that skin and away from the soul lies a hungry beats, always hungry, always ready for the right conditions to get what it wants, strong enough to subdue your conscience and conscious controls, and... predatory.
Some call that a vice, a bug. I do believe it is a feature. The first thing you are taught, by needs, to constrain... is yourself. To walk, potty training, to talk, then on to when and what to and not to do and when and where those are allowed, if they are allowed. This education is vital. Those who don't have it will never be able to extend that into the world to negotiate it. They don't know, or understand, how or why. They don't know limits. They know only the moment, one to the next. It is why having fewer children, assuming that was in a vacuum anyway, and spoiling them, will lead to disaster. There will be no one to do the dirty hard work. There will also be no one to invent, recreate, and tame the future. What has ended up, here, in Europe, in Russia, and probably in China, are dying cultures.
Being that no nation is a vacuum, the dead space is being filled by whoever can make it in, anyone who wants in. Companies, farmers, and restaurants depend on people. There aren't enough. The dollar will always override the will of the people and the dollar demands workers. The economic machine is choking on too few quality workers, wage crunches due to an over abundance of poor workers, and laws that don't really allow for discrimination for quality. Little do these trespassers know the trap though. They will learn. As soon as tech dies, which they are killing by flooding the market with cheap labor, and as soon as the political machinations that are creating the vacuum dies... they will be left, along with the remnants of the dead societies, in hell holes that are far worse than where they came and with no way out. The gilded cage will become what it always really was, an iron maiden sarcophagus, just that the gilding will be lost as those who created it aren't left in numbers to maintain the illusion and the newcomers aren't interested, and the doors will be being shut on them. It won't be pretty.
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Okay, so... My friend called to make sure I would be coming in to town. Yep, at noon as I suggested, and... give or take. A shower would be good. And this time I may try to spike the hair and not wear a cap. Oh, it hasn't been so much that I have been hiding it. It's more that I haven't had any time to fuss with it when going in to town. It looks really odd if you don't fix it right, though some might suggest it just looks bad no matter. I have time to try to call around and find white gas. Paraffin should be in stores as canning season is about to kick off.
I don't think I will be in town all day, like yesterday. While that was only four or five hours, for me that was all day. He is looking for model glue and paint, I am looking for white gas and paraffin. I have everything else I might want, save dry ice, but that is a Wednesday buy. Oh, and lunch out. I ought to work practice a few things with my hair since I am going to Church tomorrow. I won't spike it for Mass, probably... unless that is the best look I can get out of it. Dunno, I haven't been messing with it, just mostly getting used to it. It IS cooler, I will say that.
Okay, yea, a little research, a shower with time to air dry, some messing with the hair... time is ticking. Later.
Oh, and don't worry about stories from... before. Just stories. Move along.
By the bye, have you ever realized how much of your mind, thinking, and wants live in the background? You may not even be aware of them, until the possibility is presented. We were trained that way. Wisely, to be sure, that training. If you just reach for what you want, when you want it, as soon as it appears, without other considerations, you would be a mess of a being, a wreck. Food alone can consume you through consumption. Odd, but... And that is just on your own plane. If others realize you want something, they will use that to their advantage. Under that skin and away from the soul lies a hungry beats, always hungry, always ready for the right conditions to get what it wants, strong enough to subdue your conscience and conscious controls, and... predatory.
Some call that a vice, a bug. I do believe it is a feature. The first thing you are taught, by needs, to constrain... is yourself. To walk, potty training, to talk, then on to when and what to and not to do and when and where those are allowed, if they are allowed. This education is vital. Those who don't have it will never be able to extend that into the world to negotiate it. They don't know, or understand, how or why. They don't know limits. They know only the moment, one to the next. It is why having fewer children, assuming that was in a vacuum anyway, and spoiling them, will lead to disaster. There will be no one to do the dirty hard work. There will also be no one to invent, recreate, and tame the future. What has ended up, here, in Europe, in Russia, and probably in China, are dying cultures.
Being that no nation is a vacuum, the dead space is being filled by whoever can make it in, anyone who wants in. Companies, farmers, and restaurants depend on people. There aren't enough. The dollar will always override the will of the people and the dollar demands workers. The economic machine is choking on too few quality workers, wage crunches due to an over abundance of poor workers, and laws that don't really allow for discrimination for quality. Little do these trespassers know the trap though. They will learn. As soon as tech dies, which they are killing by flooding the market with cheap labor, and as soon as the political machinations that are creating the vacuum dies... they will be left, along with the remnants of the dead societies, in hell holes that are far worse than where they came and with no way out. The gilded cage will become what it always really was, an iron maiden sarcophagus, just that the gilding will be lost as those who created it aren't left in numbers to maintain the illusion and the newcomers aren't interested, and the doors will be being shut on them. It won't be pretty.
Uhoh?
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Alright. Who did that. Which one of you hit me? *bam* I hope I didn't... post or comment... too... weirdly... or terribly... or oddly. I'm almost afraid to look. I did relax! That I did. Usually I take down time, last night was more akin to drown time. I'm a little dehydrated this morning but other than that it's all good. So long as I didn't comment or blog too horribly. I'll not read anything right away, but I will pull what I wrote for review when I am... feeling up to reviewing. Not ill just a little fuzzy this morning. I sort of needed that though. I haven't even taken the time to have a beer or three a week, mostly, for months. Been too dang busy or felt too tired to mess with a sip. A few beers for the whole summer? Something had to give.
Hmm, today? Oh, right, I need to be in town to get my friend out. I also need paraffin and white gas, just a whiff of the stuff. Buying a lot of it is useless, as it goes very bad very fast, but they seem to try to force one to buy it in big jugs. I am not even sure how much I will end up using. D.C. thinks a gallon is more than enough for both of us. I have the smallest 'tank' I could find, perhaps a pint? I'm thinking that itself may last the whole week, just a wasg, but there it is. Uhrm, wasg? (wild)(ask me later)(scientific)(guess). But I want to find some, preferably in a smaller amount. My system doesn't take canned, like some Whispers. Those little preset cans of fuel. Not even sure what is in those. And some fuels require an attachment or add that I don't know if I even have. Ugh.
It doesn't look like I set any fires, I didn't skin either of the cats, I didn't dress like Fu Manchu. Don't know what I did. Hmm, I think I remember getting past a part of the game I was having some trouble with though. None of the face paints are out at all, so... I don't think I left the house, either. No, I didn't black out, just having to piece things together this morning as I wake is all. I have to do that every morning, I am just usually not so... interested. I am as bland is bread dough usually. Add some nitrous and, well, I want to... remember, or enough to... know if I should worry about peasants burning me out of my castle. I definitely didn't eat any livestock raw, chase any local women, or... Should be safe. Geronimo? In a way, probably more ways than one. Thankfully mostly just online these days. It wasn't the amount, it was the... what... speed? Yes. And wine can definitely sneak up on me. Enough, just... saying is all. Don't worry D.C., I'm a fairly reasonable simple sipper. Last night was merely a private race to the bottom. Which I won, by the way.
Later.
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Alright. Who did that. Which one of you hit me? *bam* I hope I didn't... post or comment... too... weirdly... or terribly... or oddly. I'm almost afraid to look. I did relax! That I did. Usually I take down time, last night was more akin to drown time. I'm a little dehydrated this morning but other than that it's all good. So long as I didn't comment or blog too horribly. I'll not read anything right away, but I will pull what I wrote for review when I am... feeling up to reviewing. Not ill just a little fuzzy this morning. I sort of needed that though. I haven't even taken the time to have a beer or three a week, mostly, for months. Been too dang busy or felt too tired to mess with a sip. A few beers for the whole summer? Something had to give.
Hmm, today? Oh, right, I need to be in town to get my friend out. I also need paraffin and white gas, just a whiff of the stuff. Buying a lot of it is useless, as it goes very bad very fast, but they seem to try to force one to buy it in big jugs. I am not even sure how much I will end up using. D.C. thinks a gallon is more than enough for both of us. I have the smallest 'tank' I could find, perhaps a pint? I'm thinking that itself may last the whole week, just a wasg, but there it is. Uhrm, wasg? (wild)(ask me later)(scientific)(guess). But I want to find some, preferably in a smaller amount. My system doesn't take canned, like some Whispers. Those little preset cans of fuel. Not even sure what is in those. And some fuels require an attachment or add that I don't know if I even have. Ugh.
It doesn't look like I set any fires, I didn't skin either of the cats, I didn't dress like Fu Manchu. Don't know what I did. Hmm, I think I remember getting past a part of the game I was having some trouble with though. None of the face paints are out at all, so... I don't think I left the house, either. No, I didn't black out, just having to piece things together this morning as I wake is all. I have to do that every morning, I am just usually not so... interested. I am as bland is bread dough usually. Add some nitrous and, well, I want to... remember, or enough to... know if I should worry about peasants burning me out of my castle. I definitely didn't eat any livestock raw, chase any local women, or... Should be safe. Geronimo? In a way, probably more ways than one. Thankfully mostly just online these days. It wasn't the amount, it was the... what... speed? Yes. And wine can definitely sneak up on me. Enough, just... saying is all. Don't worry D.C., I'm a fairly reasonable simple sipper. Last night was merely a private race to the bottom. Which I won, by the way.
Later.
Friday, August 16, 2013
The Russian are coming!
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Why the heck are Russians invading my A.O.? Look, I don't mind. They have been trying to crack my code for... well... since I stared. Actually they have attempted to crack Blogspot code. Just through me. I set things up that whacked them in the mackerels. No, I am sure, they could crash through. Thing is, I think... the Watchers have shown them a trick or two. Odd with... those... they are never out of date and keep up on technology beyond tech we, or you, know. Never the bother. What I am saying is they have been hording onto my site, but haven't even been trying to post. Yea, I can see. More as I wake.
They have been coming in droves. According to Blogspot, I have been getting 20-30 per day for the last two, three, days to week. But they aren't trying to inject their... commercialism. They seem to be... reading? Why read here? I love Russians, as enemies. I do. Unlike the Chinese, these fuckers actually think. They are unpredictable. Nowhere near my level, not on my plain, but... close enough that I see, in their fucked secular notions, they really are trying. At least their warriors. Their intelligence services are screwed, their law-and-order is bitched, but their soldiers... specfour... are... awakening, have been since I was in and before, if bound by the secular, mostly. Muslims, when confronted by force, are little bitch girls. Not Russians, mostly, no the top shelf. Their scientists are brilliant but totally unethical, much like our medical and scientific world has become in the West. Curious, see much, want to know.
All I want to know is... well... a couple of things. Why so many Russians and no attacks? Have they found something I am not able to see or are they... curious about what I have to say? Am I changing the world or merely blind? Another way to put it. I pray the latter but am more sure of the former? Pessimist. Damned straight. It's why I like Russians, commie bastards... But brothers "of" instead of "at" arms? Shut up. They know.
Later.
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Why the heck are Russians invading my A.O.? Look, I don't mind. They have been trying to crack my code for... well... since I stared. Actually they have attempted to crack Blogspot code. Just through me. I set things up that whacked them in the mackerels. No, I am sure, they could crash through. Thing is, I think... the Watchers have shown them a trick or two. Odd with... those... they are never out of date and keep up on technology beyond tech we, or you, know. Never the bother. What I am saying is they have been hording onto my site, but haven't even been trying to post. Yea, I can see. More as I wake.
They have been coming in droves. According to Blogspot, I have been getting 20-30 per day for the last two, three, days to week. But they aren't trying to inject their... commercialism. They seem to be... reading? Why read here? I love Russians, as enemies. I do. Unlike the Chinese, these fuckers actually think. They are unpredictable. Nowhere near my level, not on my plain, but... close enough that I see, in their fucked secular notions, they really are trying. At least their warriors. Their intelligence services are screwed, their law-and-order is bitched, but their soldiers... specfour... are... awakening, have been since I was in and before, if bound by the secular, mostly. Muslims, when confronted by force, are little bitch girls. Not Russians, mostly, no the top shelf. Their scientists are brilliant but totally unethical, much like our medical and scientific world has become in the West. Curious, see much, want to know.
All I want to know is... well... a couple of things. Why so many Russians and no attacks? Have they found something I am not able to see or are they... curious about what I have to say? Am I changing the world or merely blind? Another way to put it. I pray the latter but am more sure of the former? Pessimist. Damned straight. It's why I like Russians, commie bastards... But brothers "of" instead of "at" arms? Shut up. They know.
Later.
The Riesling was loverly.
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No, it was. The flavor profile was a bit lessor. Then again I did chill it, probably a bit much. Then again it is a hot summer day, not a spring chill to be found. Even so, it was refreshing, with a teasingly bitter sweet expression. As for inebriation? Not so much, as I was hoping actually. I just needed something different, new, fresh. That it provided. Relaxing, gentle, easy, smooth. Next up at bat, the port. This one is remarked as superior. Inexpensive, aye. But the people in the know, who often aren't, suggest this is above average, by far, in it's price range. I hate to be a snob but sometimes I am given to it. I was well pleased to find a cork, not a screwtop, holding the port to bottle. Yes, it is in the details. While cork may have problems, I prefer it yet.
The first dalliance of a sip suggest this port has the flavor to support the notion. Better at room temperature, save when that temperature is still in the mid 70's. Hmm, room temperature, on a fall or spring day, and this fortified wine might well be divine. Still, and as is, it is quite a brooding red mixture of pleasure. Oh, hush childling. I indulge quite rarely. But this evening, I might suspect, this will not be the sum of things. The moon, or at least my moon, is in full bloom.
I finished Bioshock Infinite for the second time. Is it the game they promised? No. Is it a worthy game nonetheless? Yes. I have, long ago, before you might imagine, learned to ignore advertising. Not that it doesn't catch my attention and provide consideration where otherwise a product or service might have slipped my net. But I know better than to expect what is promised. With a woman who is bashful, a wine that is said to be exquisite, a game that is said to be superior... I look around the corner to see what I am really dealing with. Hush, you, you know who... I wasn't pointing a finger, or if so gently.
The game revolves not around sneaking, nor around fighting, but around thinking. It was built to be prohibitive to all out fighters. In truth, in reality, this is fact. Annoying, off-setting, cloying in it's truth, but not a mistake. Which, if anything, is something I hold against the game. I want entertainment, mostly, not fact. I have lived, and died, fact. Still, this is a minor thing, only noted by living dead men. While I am at it, I will note another of the negatives that probably goes unseen in a secularized world.
Oh, you ask? Prey tell do divulge! Shut it. I'm getting to it, in my time. My game, my time. Hell, my blog.
Okay, the port IS working. Shush.
The problem with the story of the game is that it imbues science with reality. It excludes God by circumventing prophecy. Well, within it's paradigm. I do like that word, much, paradigm. Don't you? Truly ingenious I should say. Never the wit. As I was saying, the game makes a play on logic and science that undercuts and overshoots and dies on the vine, should it be looked at indirectly. *bang*
In the end, the all seeing daughter, made all seeing through tricks of physics that brought her to a place she could not have been, sold from the father in one dimension to the father in another, for some odd reason (why not just use your own daughter, save if in that dimension one does not exist, possibly)... *long sentence, shut up* where the father who sold his daughter to himself goes on to risk life and limb, and actually through many iterations of reality actually loses both life and presumably limb, to get the daughter to a freedom through which she helps him destroy both herself and him. What?!? Yes. The whole effort leads the man to protect, and free, the all seeing daughter to go to a place where she not only destroys herself by making herself non-existent, but also killing her father before he could become her father.
So, yeah, exactly what I would expect from scientific theory in this horrid gilded age. Genocide of self through science. Now, in common parlance, we call it suicide.
Okay, fine, there was Gilgamesh, there was Zeus having his head bashed open to produce Athena, there was The Maiden of Pain (liked her, a lot, HUSH), there were others. But these were beastly and manly, not Godly. They were of flesh and of death, not of life. Fun stories, psychological, scientific, but not true. Too many have sold their souls for a touch of something that even if they get proves false. God, of course, for most these days, seems too... difficult. And yet, I, as a cripple and great, grand, superior, sinner... have found myself on my knees abiding? What? Never mind.
I will do my best to... do my Fathers will. I won't vary from the truth, as I have seen it. Not for a skirt I love and respect. Even you, you know who you are. Not for the relief of my sons and daughters. Not for physical life itself. Darth Vader? Perhaps, but of the light, surrounded by darkness, and thriving none the less. *shush* I am.
Hmm. It's almost time to close the loop and turn off the internet. I will be... watching very closely. This did open a window, perhaps not quite yet too far. Best to... watch it though.
XOXOXO - Get a job! Heh!
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No, it was. The flavor profile was a bit lessor. Then again I did chill it, probably a bit much. Then again it is a hot summer day, not a spring chill to be found. Even so, it was refreshing, with a teasingly bitter sweet expression. As for inebriation? Not so much, as I was hoping actually. I just needed something different, new, fresh. That it provided. Relaxing, gentle, easy, smooth. Next up at bat, the port. This one is remarked as superior. Inexpensive, aye. But the people in the know, who often aren't, suggest this is above average, by far, in it's price range. I hate to be a snob but sometimes I am given to it. I was well pleased to find a cork, not a screwtop, holding the port to bottle. Yes, it is in the details. While cork may have problems, I prefer it yet.
The first dalliance of a sip suggest this port has the flavor to support the notion. Better at room temperature, save when that temperature is still in the mid 70's. Hmm, room temperature, on a fall or spring day, and this fortified wine might well be divine. Still, and as is, it is quite a brooding red mixture of pleasure. Oh, hush childling. I indulge quite rarely. But this evening, I might suspect, this will not be the sum of things. The moon, or at least my moon, is in full bloom.
I finished Bioshock Infinite for the second time. Is it the game they promised? No. Is it a worthy game nonetheless? Yes. I have, long ago, before you might imagine, learned to ignore advertising. Not that it doesn't catch my attention and provide consideration where otherwise a product or service might have slipped my net. But I know better than to expect what is promised. With a woman who is bashful, a wine that is said to be exquisite, a game that is said to be superior... I look around the corner to see what I am really dealing with. Hush, you, you know who... I wasn't pointing a finger, or if so gently.
The game revolves not around sneaking, nor around fighting, but around thinking. It was built to be prohibitive to all out fighters. In truth, in reality, this is fact. Annoying, off-setting, cloying in it's truth, but not a mistake. Which, if anything, is something I hold against the game. I want entertainment, mostly, not fact. I have lived, and died, fact. Still, this is a minor thing, only noted by living dead men. While I am at it, I will note another of the negatives that probably goes unseen in a secularized world.
Oh, you ask? Prey tell do divulge! Shut it. I'm getting to it, in my time. My game, my time. Hell, my blog.
Okay, the port IS working. Shush.
The problem with the story of the game is that it imbues science with reality. It excludes God by circumventing prophecy. Well, within it's paradigm. I do like that word, much, paradigm. Don't you? Truly ingenious I should say. Never the wit. As I was saying, the game makes a play on logic and science that undercuts and overshoots and dies on the vine, should it be looked at indirectly. *bang*
In the end, the all seeing daughter, made all seeing through tricks of physics that brought her to a place she could not have been, sold from the father in one dimension to the father in another, for some odd reason (why not just use your own daughter, save if in that dimension one does not exist, possibly)... *long sentence, shut up* where the father who sold his daughter to himself goes on to risk life and limb, and actually through many iterations of reality actually loses both life and presumably limb, to get the daughter to a freedom through which she helps him destroy both herself and him. What?!? Yes. The whole effort leads the man to protect, and free, the all seeing daughter to go to a place where she not only destroys herself by making herself non-existent, but also killing her father before he could become her father.
So, yeah, exactly what I would expect from scientific theory in this horrid gilded age. Genocide of self through science. Now, in common parlance, we call it suicide.
Okay, fine, there was Gilgamesh, there was Zeus having his head bashed open to produce Athena, there was The Maiden of Pain (liked her, a lot, HUSH), there were others. But these were beastly and manly, not Godly. They were of flesh and of death, not of life. Fun stories, psychological, scientific, but not true. Too many have sold their souls for a touch of something that even if they get proves false. God, of course, for most these days, seems too... difficult. And yet, I, as a cripple and great, grand, superior, sinner... have found myself on my knees abiding? What? Never mind.
I will do my best to... do my Fathers will. I won't vary from the truth, as I have seen it. Not for a skirt I love and respect. Even you, you know who you are. Not for the relief of my sons and daughters. Not for physical life itself. Darth Vader? Perhaps, but of the light, surrounded by darkness, and thriving none the less. *shush* I am.
Hmm. It's almost time to close the loop and turn off the internet. I will be... watching very closely. This did open a window, perhaps not quite yet too far. Best to... watch it though.
XOXOXO - Get a job! Heh!
As I chill...
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Oh, foam, I seem to have caught your curse. It has been three days for this headache now. Sometimes, when really busy, I don't notice it. When I stop to catch my breath, bang! It's not strong enough to cause an upset stomach, I don't need low light if I generally prefer that, and it isn't the worst I've had. But it is always with me. Now, I know what the problem is. There is little I can do about it. It is from lack of sleep. Six hours, max to be honest, the last two or three nights. It isn't even all the hubbub and doings. Those help me forget for a while. Tonight I will get in some decent sleep. It might take a few days of good sleep to get rid of this though.
I am cooling off well. It is wonderful, too. The headache sort of has me down, but I think when I catch my breath fully from this morning, and as the evening draws cool in, I will find my way to more sorting, storing, working, and shuffling of this and that. My over-glasses goggles showed up. I was worried that they might not. The "possible delivery date", posted online, went from Aug 15th, to September 1-7, then on to the 19th. I really didn't know if I would get it. White clown face paint arrived. I simply couldn't afford the good glow in the dark stuff. I did buy some standard stuff, and some cheapo black light stuff, and some standard face paint. It will just have to do. I might play with some of it tonight, to get a feel for how well it goes on, how easy it is to do a few designs, and just get used to the stuff and then on my particular face. Oh, and I bought some stuff that will keep it on the face. Next year, perhaps, without bedding, and a ton of other equipment I have bought, I can focus more on that end of things.
Ugh. I think I am going to surrender, though, and take extra aspirin. It is all I am supposed to take, and now that I am on a train I can handle, and am improving so can toss some trust into the gig, I'll... try to keep to more of the doctors orders. Hmm... I wonder if the wine is ready. Oh, that would be splendid with face painting!
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Oh, foam, I seem to have caught your curse. It has been three days for this headache now. Sometimes, when really busy, I don't notice it. When I stop to catch my breath, bang! It's not strong enough to cause an upset stomach, I don't need low light if I generally prefer that, and it isn't the worst I've had. But it is always with me. Now, I know what the problem is. There is little I can do about it. It is from lack of sleep. Six hours, max to be honest, the last two or three nights. It isn't even all the hubbub and doings. Those help me forget for a while. Tonight I will get in some decent sleep. It might take a few days of good sleep to get rid of this though.
I am cooling off well. It is wonderful, too. The headache sort of has me down, but I think when I catch my breath fully from this morning, and as the evening draws cool in, I will find my way to more sorting, storing, working, and shuffling of this and that. My over-glasses goggles showed up. I was worried that they might not. The "possible delivery date", posted online, went from Aug 15th, to September 1-7, then on to the 19th. I really didn't know if I would get it. White clown face paint arrived. I simply couldn't afford the good glow in the dark stuff. I did buy some standard stuff, and some cheapo black light stuff, and some standard face paint. It will just have to do. I might play with some of it tonight, to get a feel for how well it goes on, how easy it is to do a few designs, and just get used to the stuff and then on my particular face. Oh, and I bought some stuff that will keep it on the face. Next year, perhaps, without bedding, and a ton of other equipment I have bought, I can focus more on that end of things.
Well, did I get it all done?
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Uhrm, you tell me. I forgot to make a list and probably would have forgotten it if I did. *laughs* Oh, but I sure plan to plan, and make a list of lists to make. I do, I twuly do! I found the list I posted here and I'll go down the list. Now, realize, I got a late start. No surprise, going to bed at 2:00 and expecting to be out by 9:00 is stretching it further than I usually can, by a long shot. I was only an half hour late, and I called before I would have been late. No problem, they just pushed it up to 9:30, which I barely made.
That list grows, and this time I will include non-purchase tasks;check
deposit, oil change/inspection, turning over the KoC jewels (which I
just located and set with the check, and where I will be putting ice
chests before long for ease on the memory in the morning), paraffin,
drink and mixer, coffee beans, auto plates, and finally regular ice. Added: tool to get the old/broken kickstand off. Ackh! And add a gallon of white gas. Oh, well, there are some exceptions. I can get paraffin tomorrow, and maybe see who else might carry white gas, just a bit of it.
I didn't get mixer, save Kahlúa, a pseudo mixer. I would really like margaritas, but... As noted, and again, I forgot the paraffin. I did check for white gas at two places to no good ends but I did buy a little bottle for it. I will simply have to hope it works as I don't want the lesser fuels to junk up the works in the interim. As for the bike tool... I could not find anything exact. But I did find larger hex keys. I purchased a two set group, SAE and MM, just because this bike is a basket case and seems to have both. I had no way of telling which would, or might, work. Bleh.
As well, I got in a 10 block hike. When she was in for an oil change I got them to deliver me downtown to buy coffee. I decided just to stretch my legs and return. It might not be 110 out there, but I am guessing it was at least 90. On the way back I saw a fellow who seemed local, so I asked him about dry ice. He suggested either Smith's, a local grocer, or the other place I had suggested. He also told me where it was. It seems I had, in my failure to write the address down, transferred east and west and north and south so that where I was looking was juxtaposed to the actual position of the shop. Irritating though that may be, I love when I make a mistake that is so... to me... mathematically or geometrically... clean. Yum! Other than that I just stormed the streets. Oh, wait, I did stop into the store in question, as it was on the way. They do indeed carry dry ice. On my way out of town I will be stopping there. Actually, I think the day before. They are a 24 hour shop, it's just when I start I want to go.
I was rather crafty with how I did things. The events were planned out. At the oil shop I also ran for coffee, at the tire rotation shop it worked out that I could turn over the jewels or I would have done something else. And I was as efficient as I could be as to locations. It was truly a sweet deal. I was done, and having a burger as I didn't want to cook but needed food, by 12:30~13:00. I have stuff to cook or just heat up for later tonight.
Okay, I didn't do too badly. Tags have been updated. If I don't do it right then it might not get done for... a while. Yea... not bad at all. I also grabbed a mirror for the bike, another patch kit (one for with the bike saddle pocket, one for in camp), two rolls of duct tape, and a couple of plackets of the better paper plates. No paper cups could be found. And I stopped at the post office on the way home and grabbed what packages where in there. Nothing here at home, but the MRE's were in yesterday, if you can believe it. Damn. I'm almost thinking this thing will slip off like clockwork, give or take, and considering it is me.
It was a darned good thing the extra money came in though. I haven't nubbed out my allowance, but with road gas and lodging, and maybe a few incidentals in between and beyond maybe, it will be tight. There have been expenses I hadn't accounted for, extras I needed but didn't think about until into projects, and just... nibble, bite, sting, here there and everywhere. Yowzas! Oh, and I still have dry ice, fuel, hotels, and... travel foods and such if I want. Though I might just go with MRE's on the road. Bleh, but... Beats the dry, foiled, lemon wax survival food. By a lot. I will have a couple of bars of that, too. If nothing else people who have never tried it can get a taste. Yum in a yuck way! Hmm, and no contact lenses, at least yet. I'll just have to make my four remaining trial pairs last. Or... I'm thinking on it. Depends on if they have them in stock, though, too. No reason to order if they won't be here in time. At $70 a month.... Hmm... Thinking. See? *nibbles* Later.
Oh, right, one last thing. While buying liquid refreshments I thought, for all my bad deeds, a bottle of Riesling and a bottle of port sounded about right. I think I will enjoy the evening. Though if I get to the point where I am able to use either bottle as a telescope type thing, I probably will avoid blogging. Lets just call it the night of the werewolf and leave it at that. Good, bad, and ugly, you got to admit, even if just once in a while, I can lay it down as if I was still alive, innit.
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Uhrm, you tell me. I forgot to make a list and probably would have forgotten it if I did. *laughs* Oh, but I sure plan to plan, and make a list of lists to make. I do, I twuly do! I found the list I posted here and I'll go down the list. Now, realize, I got a late start. No surprise, going to bed at 2:00 and expecting to be out by 9:00 is stretching it further than I usually can, by a long shot. I was only an half hour late, and I called before I would have been late. No problem, they just pushed it up to 9:30, which I barely made.
That list grows, and this time I will include non-purchase tasks;
I didn't get mixer, save Kahlúa, a pseudo mixer. I would really like margaritas, but... As noted, and again, I forgot the paraffin. I did check for white gas at two places to no good ends but I did buy a little bottle for it. I will simply have to hope it works as I don't want the lesser fuels to junk up the works in the interim. As for the bike tool... I could not find anything exact. But I did find larger hex keys. I purchased a two set group, SAE and MM, just because this bike is a basket case and seems to have both. I had no way of telling which would, or might, work. Bleh.
As well, I got in a 10 block hike. When she was in for an oil change I got them to deliver me downtown to buy coffee. I decided just to stretch my legs and return. It might not be 110 out there, but I am guessing it was at least 90. On the way back I saw a fellow who seemed local, so I asked him about dry ice. He suggested either Smith's, a local grocer, or the other place I had suggested. He also told me where it was. It seems I had, in my failure to write the address down, transferred east and west and north and south so that where I was looking was juxtaposed to the actual position of the shop. Irritating though that may be, I love when I make a mistake that is so... to me... mathematically or geometrically... clean. Yum! Other than that I just stormed the streets. Oh, wait, I did stop into the store in question, as it was on the way. They do indeed carry dry ice. On my way out of town I will be stopping there. Actually, I think the day before. They are a 24 hour shop, it's just when I start I want to go.
I was rather crafty with how I did things. The events were planned out. At the oil shop I also ran for coffee, at the tire rotation shop it worked out that I could turn over the jewels or I would have done something else. And I was as efficient as I could be as to locations. It was truly a sweet deal. I was done, and having a burger as I didn't want to cook but needed food, by 12:30~13:00. I have stuff to cook or just heat up for later tonight.
Okay, I didn't do too badly. Tags have been updated. If I don't do it right then it might not get done for... a while. Yea... not bad at all. I also grabbed a mirror for the bike, another patch kit (one for with the bike saddle pocket, one for in camp), two rolls of duct tape, and a couple of plackets of the better paper plates. No paper cups could be found. And I stopped at the post office on the way home and grabbed what packages where in there. Nothing here at home, but the MRE's were in yesterday, if you can believe it. Damn. I'm almost thinking this thing will slip off like clockwork, give or take, and considering it is me.
It was a darned good thing the extra money came in though. I haven't nubbed out my allowance, but with road gas and lodging, and maybe a few incidentals in between and beyond maybe, it will be tight. There have been expenses I hadn't accounted for, extras I needed but didn't think about until into projects, and just... nibble, bite, sting, here there and everywhere. Yowzas! Oh, and I still have dry ice, fuel, hotels, and... travel foods and such if I want. Though I might just go with MRE's on the road. Bleh, but... Beats the dry, foiled, lemon wax survival food. By a lot. I will have a couple of bars of that, too. If nothing else people who have never tried it can get a taste. Yum in a yuck way! Hmm, and no contact lenses, at least yet. I'll just have to make my four remaining trial pairs last. Or... I'm thinking on it. Depends on if they have them in stock, though, too. No reason to order if they won't be here in time. At $70 a month.... Hmm... Thinking. See? *nibbles* Later.
Oh, right, one last thing. While buying liquid refreshments I thought, for all my bad deeds, a bottle of Riesling and a bottle of port sounded about right. I think I will enjoy the evening. Though if I get to the point where I am able to use either bottle as a telescope type thing, I probably will avoid blogging. Lets just call it the night of the werewolf and leave it at that. Good, bad, and ugly, you got to admit, even if just once in a while, I can lay it down as if I was still alive, innit.
Pushing it.
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I didn't get the bike tire off. Mentally frustrated with the kickstand, oddly. Though it's not like that has stopped the rest of the work. My last load is in the wash, I dried the dishes if some remain to be put away, I found my stove but not the canister, so I will buy a new one of those with some fuel. I have a spare part kit, bought it all together as is my want, if it happens to be needed. And, yeah, it's a Whisper, multi-fuel, taking white gas, gasoline, kerosine, or diesel. With the kit was a small cooking pot and steel can/cup and the a four by three piece set of Lexan, I believe. I have some metal, which I might take as well. Steak and Lexan really don't mix well. I should add paper plates and cups to the list. Burnable.
Oh, that isn't all I have done or been doing. Just... the things I said I would do so I'm listing them. The ice chests were a bit... rough. They just need washed. They are soaking now, and after I put the last load into the dryer I will then tend those. Ugh, piles of piles of things, stacks here, groupings there, plastic bags partially filled here and there. Annoying, but sort of exciting too. Ah, I best make some lists for tomorrow. I am going to have to hope the list will keep me on track. If I start forgetting, reality drifts away and I just want to be home. If I know what I am doing, it's in black and white, then the chances of it getting done, even after I exhaust myself, are much increased.
I haven't heard back about the vest, whether they will send it expedited or not. Then again it might already have been out the door. Hard to know. I never did find the engineering boots. My guess is my mother didn't like the looks of them and tossed them. No, she wouldn't remember. A women learns to forget when she does something she wants done but which will be unpopular. No fuss. I just had to order a new pair rather than buff out the old. I couldn't find high ones, but I found a pair I could live with. The only down side is they have zippers. The world has gone so very lame. Those, my hiking boots, camp boots for inside, and maybe another pair of something or others or two. Bleh. Shoes just aren't my thing. I only have so many because I never throw them away and I am only taking so many in case I need to dry something out, well, and a bit for show/sport. Bleh.
Tired, so very very tired. Bits and pieces, here and there, coming together or being planned. That headache has been hounding me all day, just... back there. Sometimes I've been so busy I didn't notice. Light though. I'm wondering if I'm catching foam's disorder! I didn't even get a kiss! :p
Yes... goodnight.
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I didn't get the bike tire off. Mentally frustrated with the kickstand, oddly. Though it's not like that has stopped the rest of the work. My last load is in the wash, I dried the dishes if some remain to be put away, I found my stove but not the canister, so I will buy a new one of those with some fuel. I have a spare part kit, bought it all together as is my want, if it happens to be needed. And, yeah, it's a Whisper, multi-fuel, taking white gas, gasoline, kerosine, or diesel. With the kit was a small cooking pot and steel can/cup and the a four by three piece set of Lexan, I believe. I have some metal, which I might take as well. Steak and Lexan really don't mix well. I should add paper plates and cups to the list. Burnable.
Oh, that isn't all I have done or been doing. Just... the things I said I would do so I'm listing them. The ice chests were a bit... rough. They just need washed. They are soaking now, and after I put the last load into the dryer I will then tend those. Ugh, piles of piles of things, stacks here, groupings there, plastic bags partially filled here and there. Annoying, but sort of exciting too. Ah, I best make some lists for tomorrow. I am going to have to hope the list will keep me on track. If I start forgetting, reality drifts away and I just want to be home. If I know what I am doing, it's in black and white, then the chances of it getting done, even after I exhaust myself, are much increased.
I haven't heard back about the vest, whether they will send it expedited or not. Then again it might already have been out the door. Hard to know. I never did find the engineering boots. My guess is my mother didn't like the looks of them and tossed them. No, she wouldn't remember. A women learns to forget when she does something she wants done but which will be unpopular. No fuss. I just had to order a new pair rather than buff out the old. I couldn't find high ones, but I found a pair I could live with. The only down side is they have zippers. The world has gone so very lame. Those, my hiking boots, camp boots for inside, and maybe another pair of something or others or two. Bleh. Shoes just aren't my thing. I only have so many because I never throw them away and I am only taking so many in case I need to dry something out, well, and a bit for show/sport. Bleh.
Tired, so very very tired. Bits and pieces, here and there, coming together or being planned. That headache has been hounding me all day, just... back there. Sometimes I've been so busy I didn't notice. Light though. I'm wondering if I'm catching foam's disorder! I didn't even get a kiss! :p
Yes... goodnight.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
So many things today.
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Yeah, well, I received information that the vest was mailed to the wrong address, somehow. So, they offered a 15% discount and want to resend it. I let them know when I needed it, and asked if they would use the discount to send it via a faster delivery method. It is useless to me if it is cheaper but unavailable for where and when I need it.
I also received, or noticed, the invitation to join as a common blog author. I took up the offer, but being short on time, I did as they suggested and ported a few of my posts for their perusal. One about organics and such, one about Cohen and some of his songs. We will see. I sort of felt rushed, as I was pretty sure I wanted to dance that dance but wasn't sure about time. The email suggested a ten day window, in spite of me letting them know of my time crunch. Never the who, I just jumped and ran. One of them needs a bit of time distortion editing, the other should be fine as is. If they post one of them I should then be let in to edit as needed. From what I have seen, anything I send over that way from here will have to be edited. Some of what I write is okay, but it's mixed with personal weeds, or is dated, or such.
Hmm, every time I get up to go I check something first, get a call, need to act and end up... lost. Oh, but never worry. I will get to a few more things before I pirouette into sleep. It isn't as graceful as those fours... they are wearing two two's, right? Anywhile. Later.
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Yeah, well, I received information that the vest was mailed to the wrong address, somehow. So, they offered a 15% discount and want to resend it. I let them know when I needed it, and asked if they would use the discount to send it via a faster delivery method. It is useless to me if it is cheaper but unavailable for where and when I need it.
I also received, or noticed, the invitation to join as a common blog author. I took up the offer, but being short on time, I did as they suggested and ported a few of my posts for their perusal. One about organics and such, one about Cohen and some of his songs. We will see. I sort of felt rushed, as I was pretty sure I wanted to dance that dance but wasn't sure about time. The email suggested a ten day window, in spite of me letting them know of my time crunch. Never the who, I just jumped and ran. One of them needs a bit of time distortion editing, the other should be fine as is. If they post one of them I should then be let in to edit as needed. From what I have seen, anything I send over that way from here will have to be edited. Some of what I write is okay, but it's mixed with personal weeds, or is dated, or such.
Hmm, every time I get up to go I check something first, get a call, need to act and end up... lost. Oh, but never worry. I will get to a few more things before I pirouette into sleep. It isn't as graceful as those fours... they are wearing two two's, right? Anywhile. Later.
More of it coming together.
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I was cooking in here. I finally realized I wouldn't get a thing done without some ac so I kicked that on. While up I heated the rinse, put laundry together and put the first load in, emptied the water just and left them open to dry. I can only find five, might have to buy a few more. One did burst though. Forty gallons would require eight of them. Are we taking 40 gallons each? Let me see, forty divided by seven is five and change gallons per day. That's not an awful amount, assuming it fits by weight and volume. That will be the heaviest grouping of items, the water tanks. Hmm, a gallon weighs 8.35 pounds, times 10 is 83.5, times 4 is 344 pounds, times 2 is 688 pounds. We have both of our carcasses, which adds to 500# (minus a bit), so that is 1188# right there. The Xt'er can haul, I believe, around 900# total weight. The trailer is said to be limited to 1,000#. I think it is reasonable to try to take that much. I doubt if my clothes and gear will be more than 200#, maybe 250# with food, absolutely max. I have to guess D.C.'s kit will be similar. But there is, technically, room for 712# over the water. I don't know, it will shake out in the loading.
I have gathered my bike kit and tools. I also split out some tools for the road. After changing laundry, then drying the dishes, I will begin making a few lists. The first one is for what is needed in town tomorrow. That list grows, and this time I will include non-purchase tasks; check deposit, oil change/inspection, turning over the KoC jewels (which I just located and set with the check, and where I will be putting ice chests before long for ease on the memory in the morning), paraffin, drink and mixer, coffee beans, auto plates, and finally regular ice. Added: tool to get the old/broken kickstand off. Ackh! And add a gallon of white gas. Hmm, while resting just a bit, I will look for the stove, while I am thinking about it and before I forget. Bah!!! Something along that order of events, as well. I might even get them to drive me downtown to do some shopping while I wait for the various tasks, perhaps at both the oil and tire shops. Sometimes they can, sometimes not so much.
Let me see, Saturday I will be going in to get my friend downtown. If he has gotten a ride for that already I will see what else he wants to do. It would be a good day to look for dry ice, just to find the place. I looked last time I was in town but I didn't see it when driving through the area. He might even know where to go. He... knows a lot. Not all, but that is his back yard and he ain't no slouch.
Sunday I have to be showered, dressed, and out by 9:30. They are just going to have to deal with the deathhawk, minus the side fringe sissy looking things. I just wouldn't go there. Not my gig. Then Monday I have to be in early enough to get my friend, maybe have lunch, then get in for a final trim. I think I am going to get rid of the extra I had her leave on last time. It'll just be a tire track haircut, not a partial mohawk as is. Yea...
All the little times in between here and there and this and that I will be sorting, washing, filling, packing, or setting aside for my return. A bit of cleaning as I can. Oh, and I have to get the front tire off the bike today so as to test the bike carrier in a less critical way, all else fails I have the room to take it off and put it in the back, something not easily possible on the long road. Plus... I need a tool to get the old kickstand off. Gah! Still, it's coming together as well as I could have hoped. The goal is to be zipped up and ready to roll by Tuesday morning, afternoon at the latest, and maybe just do some light cleaning, perhaps some plumbing, and more or less relaxing into the early morning rollout Thursday. The original goal was to be ready Monday but... well, we will see. Yum-deliche! Oh, I best check the mail tonight. The box might be quite full.
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I was cooking in here. I finally realized I wouldn't get a thing done without some ac so I kicked that on. While up I heated the rinse, put laundry together and put the first load in, emptied the water just and left them open to dry. I can only find five, might have to buy a few more. One did burst though. Forty gallons would require eight of them. Are we taking 40 gallons each? Let me see, forty divided by seven is five and change gallons per day. That's not an awful amount, assuming it fits by weight and volume. That will be the heaviest grouping of items, the water tanks. Hmm, a gallon weighs 8.35 pounds, times 10 is 83.5, times 4 is 344 pounds, times 2 is 688 pounds. We have both of our carcasses, which adds to 500# (minus a bit), so that is 1188# right there. The Xt'er can haul, I believe, around 900# total weight. The trailer is said to be limited to 1,000#. I think it is reasonable to try to take that much. I doubt if my clothes and gear will be more than 200#, maybe 250# with food, absolutely max. I have to guess D.C.'s kit will be similar. But there is, technically, room for 712# over the water. I don't know, it will shake out in the loading.
I have gathered my bike kit and tools. I also split out some tools for the road. After changing laundry, then drying the dishes, I will begin making a few lists. The first one is for what is needed in town tomorrow. That list grows, and this time I will include non-purchase tasks; check deposit, oil change/inspection, turning over the KoC jewels (which I just located and set with the check, and where I will be putting ice chests before long for ease on the memory in the morning), paraffin, drink and mixer, coffee beans, auto plates, and finally regular ice. Added: tool to get the old/broken kickstand off. Ackh! And add a gallon of white gas. Hmm, while resting just a bit, I will look for the stove, while I am thinking about it and before I forget. Bah!!! Something along that order of events, as well. I might even get them to drive me downtown to do some shopping while I wait for the various tasks, perhaps at both the oil and tire shops. Sometimes they can, sometimes not so much.
Let me see, Saturday I will be going in to get my friend downtown. If he has gotten a ride for that already I will see what else he wants to do. It would be a good day to look for dry ice, just to find the place. I looked last time I was in town but I didn't see it when driving through the area. He might even know where to go. He... knows a lot. Not all, but that is his back yard and he ain't no slouch.
Sunday I have to be showered, dressed, and out by 9:30. They are just going to have to deal with the deathhawk, minus the side fringe sissy looking things. I just wouldn't go there. Not my gig. Then Monday I have to be in early enough to get my friend, maybe have lunch, then get in for a final trim. I think I am going to get rid of the extra I had her leave on last time. It'll just be a tire track haircut, not a partial mohawk as is. Yea...
All the little times in between here and there and this and that I will be sorting, washing, filling, packing, or setting aside for my return. A bit of cleaning as I can. Oh, and I have to get the front tire off the bike today so as to test the bike carrier in a less critical way, all else fails I have the room to take it off and put it in the back, something not easily possible on the long road. Plus... I need a tool to get the old kickstand off. Gah! Still, it's coming together as well as I could have hoped. The goal is to be zipped up and ready to roll by Tuesday morning, afternoon at the latest, and maybe just do some light cleaning, perhaps some plumbing, and more or less relaxing into the early morning rollout Thursday. The original goal was to be ready Monday but... well, we will see. Yum-deliche! Oh, I best check the mail tonight. The box might be quite full.
Well?
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Okay, 99% of my time, more really, is free. I have been neglecting my friends, associates, and associations more profoundly than usual, but I honestly can't quite keep up on everything. I missed the last KoC meeting, and I did want to be there. Again, though, no call, email, or text. And, yes, I get lost down my various rabbit holes, so a reminder is good, if even then I can't always make it. Still, without the offer I don't always have a way to take the opportunity. Never mind. After having let it be known, I take it that this is planned, not accidental. Fair enough.
I got a call from my friend. He wanted me to go in today, but I am trying to get my list done. And while I will be in Friday, I have so much to do I am not... sure... even about getting done what I want done. Saturday isn't planned, so I offered that day. Anything I miss Friday can be caught on Saturday, as well. If... Ugh! Yeah, I feel like a rat bastard about not being able to be in today after such negligence, but I do what I can. Well, and I will be in Monday for a hair cut. I asked if he needed one. Yes, indeed. So I will arrive a bit early, go for lunch with him, and then we will head in a bit early even to the shop, or that is the plan. Fine, so I get back to ignoring my duties for today and... another call.
I still have the jewels for the KoC. There is a new officer holding my old pseudo position, and there is an event coming up which will require the jewels. He is the new keeper of the jewels. So be it. But, then to figure out when and where to get him the jewels. He talked about today, but that it would be tight. He could have come out here, but he was trying to do this and that on top of everything else he had going today. I suggested that I will be in town tomorrow. Okay, but he has something in the morning, but will be off otherwise. Perfect. I only have the 9:00 oil and inspection thing, the rest is loose change, timewise. So, another thing to do tomorrow. Yep.
Oh, and there is a KoC swearing in ceremony at Church this Sunday. Mass starts at 10:00, but we are gathering to do a rosary at 9:30. And while I may not seemingly be wanted, I am a member, and if I know, I will do my damnedest to be there. A pin indicating membership as well. One more thing, but duty calls. It is part of why I joined if my efforts have been lackluster. Still, as I keep reminding myself, not bad for a dead man walking. I do need to remember that.
All good. I suppose when God sees you are busy, He takes the onus of handing more to those with talents, even if temporarily. I take that challenge and add three more things myself? *grins* Who wants a Father that doesn't ask for more? It seems good in the short run, but in the long run it is the one who demands who will create other masters, not the one who merely allows, indulges, coddles. He is a Father after my own heart. Between His pushing and my honest endeavors, if alternative attempts at finding the way, I have found my way to my knees. I'm... quite surprisingly content there. When He calls me to stand, I will do that. As He wills it. My ability will be within that, even if it hurts. Pain? I know how to deal with pain. Offering that to the souls in purgatory. Bleeding for the suffering. Not like Christ, save as well as men can do, but I learned from His Offering, I did do that. If I had to say, I would guess if that works then I have freed many a soul, and happily. Well, happy that the pain is neither wasted on them, there, and that it has taught me much as well, and here. Happiness isn't always giddy or even seemingly pleasurable. Comfort is for the dead. Only my flesh is... mostly... dead. I live quite strongly.
Yeah, okay, I best get to getting to what I've been not getting to? Yes! Later.
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Okay, 99% of my time, more really, is free. I have been neglecting my friends, associates, and associations more profoundly than usual, but I honestly can't quite keep up on everything. I missed the last KoC meeting, and I did want to be there. Again, though, no call, email, or text. And, yes, I get lost down my various rabbit holes, so a reminder is good, if even then I can't always make it. Still, without the offer I don't always have a way to take the opportunity. Never mind. After having let it be known, I take it that this is planned, not accidental. Fair enough.
I got a call from my friend. He wanted me to go in today, but I am trying to get my list done. And while I will be in Friday, I have so much to do I am not... sure... even about getting done what I want done. Saturday isn't planned, so I offered that day. Anything I miss Friday can be caught on Saturday, as well. If... Ugh! Yeah, I feel like a rat bastard about not being able to be in today after such negligence, but I do what I can. Well, and I will be in Monday for a hair cut. I asked if he needed one. Yes, indeed. So I will arrive a bit early, go for lunch with him, and then we will head in a bit early even to the shop, or that is the plan. Fine, so I get back to ignoring my duties for today and... another call.
I still have the jewels for the KoC. There is a new officer holding my old pseudo position, and there is an event coming up which will require the jewels. He is the new keeper of the jewels. So be it. But, then to figure out when and where to get him the jewels. He talked about today, but that it would be tight. He could have come out here, but he was trying to do this and that on top of everything else he had going today. I suggested that I will be in town tomorrow. Okay, but he has something in the morning, but will be off otherwise. Perfect. I only have the 9:00 oil and inspection thing, the rest is loose change, timewise. So, another thing to do tomorrow. Yep.
Oh, and there is a KoC swearing in ceremony at Church this Sunday. Mass starts at 10:00, but we are gathering to do a rosary at 9:30. And while I may not seemingly be wanted, I am a member, and if I know, I will do my damnedest to be there. A pin indicating membership as well. One more thing, but duty calls. It is part of why I joined if my efforts have been lackluster. Still, as I keep reminding myself, not bad for a dead man walking. I do need to remember that.
All good. I suppose when God sees you are busy, He takes the onus of handing more to those with talents, even if temporarily. I take that challenge and add three more things myself? *grins* Who wants a Father that doesn't ask for more? It seems good in the short run, but in the long run it is the one who demands who will create other masters, not the one who merely allows, indulges, coddles. He is a Father after my own heart. Between His pushing and my honest endeavors, if alternative attempts at finding the way, I have found my way to my knees. I'm... quite surprisingly content there. When He calls me to stand, I will do that. As He wills it. My ability will be within that, even if it hurts. Pain? I know how to deal with pain. Offering that to the souls in purgatory. Bleeding for the suffering. Not like Christ, save as well as men can do, but I learned from His Offering, I did do that. If I had to say, I would guess if that works then I have freed many a soul, and happily. Well, happy that the pain is neither wasted on them, there, and that it has taught me much as well, and here. Happiness isn't always giddy or even seemingly pleasurable. Comfort is for the dead. Only my flesh is... mostly... dead. I live quite strongly.
Yeah, okay, I best get to getting to what I've been not getting to? Yes! Later.
Sometimes words can't cut it.
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No, not the future, hopefully. Uhrm, mostly. A past. How to keep it there... Some things words just don't, can't, convey. So... I present the facts in music and vid. Had to pull out the big guns for this one. Run from her(s)? Indeed. Mostly.
Bonjour.
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No, not the future, hopefully. Uhrm, mostly. A past. How to keep it there... Some things words just don't, can't, convey. So... I present the facts in music and vid. Had to pull out the big guns for this one. Run from her(s)? Indeed. Mostly.
Bonjour.
To bed late and up late.
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With six hours of sleep I am just almost on the edge of grumpy with a minor headache. I'm not going to let that stop me, can't. I didn't get to laundry, so that will go forward. Then I will tend the dishes that are rinsed. Next that bike tire and figuring out the roof luggage. I did, while messing with the Xt'er, look through the manual. The crossbars can indeed be relocated, even removed, from the luggage rack. The tool is included, and is in a tool kit in one of the stow compartments, though I'll check for that. It's a damned star drive, so I hope it is there. The only way to be sure to get the right star drive, otherwise, is to buy a whole kit. Damned monstrosities if you ask me. Unnecessary, probably started out as proprietary then union rules fucked us with them forever as part of manufacturing. If I get those things done in a timely fashion, then I will do general sorting and packing later in the day.
I am hoping to have the bike set up and the bike rack installed for my run into town tomorrow. I will also take it into town when I go for the trim, Monday. I can't keep the luggage bag in place, as it doesn't fit the garrage, so that will have to be packed right as I am leaving. Actually, since I will be leaving in the early morning, I might just set that up when I pack everything in the evening before going, then leave it parked and ready to go. Yeah, that might be the better of plans.
I still have to figure out the kilt, what, and how much to trim, both for length and width, whichever those are for a kilt. Never mind, doesn't technically matter. I need to purchase a few libations, and what else? Dry ice the day before I leave I suppose, but before that? I can get regular ice. I need to deposit that check. Oh... So much... I know there are other things. Ah! I need to find the camp stove and find out what fuels I need and where... Wait... I should check to see if D.C. is buying a gallon of the stuff. I am pretty sure white gas will work and that, I believe, is what he was planning to buy. Oh, and paraffin, I do need that as well. Cripes, I best get more on the ball. I'll be making a shopping and to do list, with some order to it, today! And maybe a pack list check sheet. Having so much time but so little energy and focus... well... it's like trying to collect water with only one arm or something. Hey, this exercise is excellent for me though. Hopefully the process smooths with practice. After doing this, smaller ventures might... be more likely to happen. Hmm, check deposit, regular ice, paraffin, drink and mixer, coffee beans, auto plates... That I can think of... A list here helps. I best take a cooler or two in for the ice. No need to have it melt any more than it already will on the way home. Block ice lasts longer, cools slower, but also takes a lot of space. I haven't seen block ice around, though, either. Hmm... I'll... think on things on the way. Friday is going to be a very long day in town.
Oh, just... twitching as I try to quicken and do. Not bad though, really. I'm surprised how well it is going to be perfectly honest. Oh, I'll make huge errors, miss things, and such. I am sure. As I said the whole thing is about limiting, having enough that if I miss something perhaps I will be able to share out something I have extra of in order to 'karmically' get what I need. Best case I simply become a go-to guy for kit and such. Hmm, thinking on that, I best get an auto and bike tool kit going, actually two of them. One for on the bike, one for mostly the auto. Nothing fancy, all small, perfectly useful and portable. Bleh. Lists of lists to organize the lists of things. At least the lists don't need to be alphabetical, if that, in some cases, might help? Gah! *laughing bear fur down to the shiny*
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With six hours of sleep I am just almost on the edge of grumpy with a minor headache. I'm not going to let that stop me, can't. I didn't get to laundry, so that will go forward. Then I will tend the dishes that are rinsed. Next that bike tire and figuring out the roof luggage. I did, while messing with the Xt'er, look through the manual. The crossbars can indeed be relocated, even removed, from the luggage rack. The tool is included, and is in a tool kit in one of the stow compartments, though I'll check for that. It's a damned star drive, so I hope it is there. The only way to be sure to get the right star drive, otherwise, is to buy a whole kit. Damned monstrosities if you ask me. Unnecessary, probably started out as proprietary then union rules fucked us with them forever as part of manufacturing. If I get those things done in a timely fashion, then I will do general sorting and packing later in the day.
I am hoping to have the bike set up and the bike rack installed for my run into town tomorrow. I will also take it into town when I go for the trim, Monday. I can't keep the luggage bag in place, as it doesn't fit the garrage, so that will have to be packed right as I am leaving. Actually, since I will be leaving in the early morning, I might just set that up when I pack everything in the evening before going, then leave it parked and ready to go. Yeah, that might be the better of plans.
I still have to figure out the kilt, what, and how much to trim, both for length and width, whichever those are for a kilt. Never mind, doesn't technically matter. I need to purchase a few libations, and what else? Dry ice the day before I leave I suppose, but before that? I can get regular ice. I need to deposit that check. Oh... So much... I know there are other things. Ah! I need to find the camp stove and find out what fuels I need and where... Wait... I should check to see if D.C. is buying a gallon of the stuff. I am pretty sure white gas will work and that, I believe, is what he was planning to buy. Oh, and paraffin, I do need that as well. Cripes, I best get more on the ball. I'll be making a shopping and to do list, with some order to it, today! And maybe a pack list check sheet. Having so much time but so little energy and focus... well... it's like trying to collect water with only one arm or something. Hey, this exercise is excellent for me though. Hopefully the process smooths with practice. After doing this, smaller ventures might... be more likely to happen. Hmm, check deposit, regular ice, paraffin, drink and mixer, coffee beans, auto plates... That I can think of... A list here helps. I best take a cooler or two in for the ice. No need to have it melt any more than it already will on the way home. Block ice lasts longer, cools slower, but also takes a lot of space. I haven't seen block ice around, though, either. Hmm... I'll... think on things on the way. Friday is going to be a very long day in town.
Oh, just... twitching as I try to quicken and do. Not bad though, really. I'm surprised how well it is going to be perfectly honest. Oh, I'll make huge errors, miss things, and such. I am sure. As I said the whole thing is about limiting, having enough that if I miss something perhaps I will be able to share out something I have extra of in order to 'karmically' get what I need. Best case I simply become a go-to guy for kit and such. Hmm, thinking on that, I best get an auto and bike tool kit going, actually two of them. One for on the bike, one for mostly the auto. Nothing fancy, all small, perfectly useful and portable. Bleh. Lists of lists to organize the lists of things. At least the lists don't need to be alphabetical, if that, in some cases, might help? Gah! *laughing bear fur down to the shiny*
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Bits and pieces.
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I cleaned out the Xt'er. I thought that was going to take an hour or two, but... I am neater than I thought. If it took five minutes it was because I was looking through a few things. Good thing I did. There was something from some credit looking company, but it was very non-descript, like so much other junk mail. If it had arrived in a group I might never have gotten to it. Hmm, on top of returning my last payment I just received a refund from my last mortgage holder. It's almost as big as the utility check. Okay, so I'll cash that when I go in, send my mother a couple of quacks, and now I can plan on purchasing the wheat grinder upon my return. The rest of the leftover money will go right back to the loan. Uhrm, unless someone out there has a more enticing notion? :p
I don't have the tire off the bike yet. But I did check the pump, and the tires actually. They still hold air and the pump puts it out. I checked the lights, they still work. I will need to check about how to open them up to find out what kind of batteries they take. Those have been in there since I got the bike, or very shortly thereafter. I doubt if the batteries will last much longer. I tried to put the new kickstand on. In the pseudo dark of dusk, with only the porch light and a small flashlight to attempt to make sense of things, it took me a bit to realize the damn thing isn't removed using sockets and wrenches. As it it takes some sort of hex screw driver thing that is bigger than a 1/4, smaller than a 1/2, drive. Bleh. Still, if I can find it, it is another tool. Unfortunately one that will be used to take something off and probably never used again. If there was another way I would find it. Simply no other tool will work and I can't see how to... improvise a fix. I could try to wedge something in, and maybe glue it. But it would have to be something I could use a socket or wrench on. I suppose a bolt would do, though I don't think it would have what is needed to hold, no matter the glue.
I had hoped to take a ride down to the post office to get my mail tonight. Then I realized I wouldn't be out and about without a shower, and further I don't think I could ferry the packages back easily on the bike. The lack of a kickstand I can work with. And there are lights. Still, I kicked off and sped down the driveway and back, just to... see. I think I am in much better shape this year than last, if that was a very short ride. Still, it is getting used to the saddle that will bust my mackerels. I absolutely hate bike seats, I have decided. I guess I will just have to pucker up or stand and pedal. Youch! I suppose I just don't want to become a hardass? More of one? Branch out in a new direction on that? :p
Oh, right, a load of laundry in, then some dishes, or a rest and then some dishes. A couple of loads is the goal. A late start, a slow go, but... it's coming together. Yum!
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I cleaned out the Xt'er. I thought that was going to take an hour or two, but... I am neater than I thought. If it took five minutes it was because I was looking through a few things. Good thing I did. There was something from some credit looking company, but it was very non-descript, like so much other junk mail. If it had arrived in a group I might never have gotten to it. Hmm, on top of returning my last payment I just received a refund from my last mortgage holder. It's almost as big as the utility check. Okay, so I'll cash that when I go in, send my mother a couple of quacks, and now I can plan on purchasing the wheat grinder upon my return. The rest of the leftover money will go right back to the loan. Uhrm, unless someone out there has a more enticing notion? :p
I don't have the tire off the bike yet. But I did check the pump, and the tires actually. They still hold air and the pump puts it out. I checked the lights, they still work. I will need to check about how to open them up to find out what kind of batteries they take. Those have been in there since I got the bike, or very shortly thereafter. I doubt if the batteries will last much longer. I tried to put the new kickstand on. In the pseudo dark of dusk, with only the porch light and a small flashlight to attempt to make sense of things, it took me a bit to realize the damn thing isn't removed using sockets and wrenches. As it it takes some sort of hex screw driver thing that is bigger than a 1/4, smaller than a 1/2, drive. Bleh. Still, if I can find it, it is another tool. Unfortunately one that will be used to take something off and probably never used again. If there was another way I would find it. Simply no other tool will work and I can't see how to... improvise a fix. I could try to wedge something in, and maybe glue it. But it would have to be something I could use a socket or wrench on. I suppose a bolt would do, though I don't think it would have what is needed to hold, no matter the glue.
I had hoped to take a ride down to the post office to get my mail tonight. Then I realized I wouldn't be out and about without a shower, and further I don't think I could ferry the packages back easily on the bike. The lack of a kickstand I can work with. And there are lights. Still, I kicked off and sped down the driveway and back, just to... see. I think I am in much better shape this year than last, if that was a very short ride. Still, it is getting used to the saddle that will bust my mackerels. I absolutely hate bike seats, I have decided. I guess I will just have to pucker up or stand and pedal. Youch! I suppose I just don't want to become a hardass? More of one? Branch out in a new direction on that? :p
Oh, right, a load of laundry in, then some dishes, or a rest and then some dishes. A couple of loads is the goal. A late start, a slow go, but... it's coming together. Yum!
Some days just work out.
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I'm about to finish the dishes, after a bite to eat. Then I plan on emptying the Xterra and working on the bike. Without ac today I still feel cool. Then again I haven't stepped a foot out of doors, mostly. Ah, the successes? First, knowing my brother is sending my mother some money shortly. Well, and an enjoyable conversation with my brother. And then another plan came together. I wanted to call the neighbors, to see if they could use some mostly shredded pork. I thought about calling at 15:00, but then thought he might still be at work. Perhaps 16:00? I think it was a little later, I simply lost track. As it turned out the meat would be quite welcome AND he was heading through town right about then, so it wasn't even an extra trip. I gave them most of it. With seven mouths, considering the mum is off and away, I gave most of it. I kept just one smaller portion for myself, which is warming as I speak. Heh... As I told him, I rarely get the chance to feed others. He was quite pleased himself. All very good.
Yes, the auto, then the bike, right after a bite. Later.
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I'm about to finish the dishes, after a bite to eat. Then I plan on emptying the Xterra and working on the bike. Without ac today I still feel cool. Then again I haven't stepped a foot out of doors, mostly. Ah, the successes? First, knowing my brother is sending my mother some money shortly. Well, and an enjoyable conversation with my brother. And then another plan came together. I wanted to call the neighbors, to see if they could use some mostly shredded pork. I thought about calling at 15:00, but then thought he might still be at work. Perhaps 16:00? I think it was a little later, I simply lost track. As it turned out the meat would be quite welcome AND he was heading through town right about then, so it wasn't even an extra trip. I gave them most of it. With seven mouths, considering the mum is off and away, I gave most of it. I kept just one smaller portion for myself, which is warming as I speak. Heh... As I told him, I rarely get the chance to feed others. He was quite pleased himself. All very good.
Yes, the auto, then the bike, right after a bite. Later.
Today?
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Going to bed at 4:00 led to waking at 9:30 to 10:00. It could have been much worse. Reasonably I could have slept until noon. I keep thinking I ought to take a down day, literally doing little or nothing. The problem is I don't think that will help me feel more rested and it could turn into a true rut. As is my rut is that there isn't order to my work. I make a plan and it doesn't get followed. The stupid help can't or won't read! Truth of the matter is that, when I start something, actually seeing it through to completion means doing things that become visible only while doing the task. It's like the idea of cutting a limb high on a tree. Okay, you just cut it, right? Well, no. First you need to get to that branch. If the tree doesn't offer easy access then ropes, ladder, mix, or even something else, must be used to get to the branch. Ah, but is the saw in order? Is there fuel, oil? Alright, so the limb finally comes down. But now you have a tree limb in your yard. No job, almost no job, is as simple as doing it then being done. Why find something, for example, without putting it with other things like it so as to not simply lose it again? Well, and you can end up fiddling with minor organization while doing that.
Oh, right. First thing though, a call to try to arrange an oil change and a tire rotation on the same day, hopefully Friday. Hmm, and I best look over what I need from town again. With the oil change I will plan an inspection, and with that I will get my plates renewed. I've got another year on my driver's license, so one less hassle.
Talking to my mother I found out she is low on money. I simply don't want to risk money right now. Next month, if all looks as it does from this side of things, I should be able to fire a dough rocket her way. However, I can call my brother and see if he could shoot her some liquidity. If she gets back on her feet she is good, it's just some car expenses have her seeing red. I don't know if he will do it, I doubt if he will like being asked, but... that's the kind of son I am. If I can't do it one way, I will try another. And it's not like I am asking him to do something I haven't, would not if simply and safely optional, or even will be doing in a month or two. Can't give her too much money, she will just spend it. That sounds harsh, and maybe it is, but... Keeping her afloat when she has legitimate expenses though, that is fine. I simply don't have enough to give much, there isn't enough to split out. A total vacation expenditure, since I have been retired, of perhaps four thousand dollars, over 20 years, most of it on my last trip. Some of it just gas to and from parks back when I had a wilderness wanderer as a guide. This trip, with gas, will be, maybe, $1,200-$1,500 depending on what gas actually ends up costing, at the very most, and at least a quarter of that is gear I should have had as a prepper anyway.
Hmm, well... a few calls, then back to organizing, packing, dishes, and whatever else pops up. Oh, the pulled pork was good. I had a couple of small stacked sandwiches this morning. It's nothing special just not bad and it will do. Sans sauce of any kind. I wanted to see what the meat is about before ever thinking of rubs or sauces.
Good day.
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Brother isn't answering. Hmm, might try the home phone. The tire shop said I could bring it in any time and that it takes an half hour. The oil/inspection shop set up an appoitment... 9:00! Ah well, that will get that stuff out of the way so that I can get the plates and do some last minute shopping without too much of a rush, and be back in time to... probably not do much else, if that isn't the point. Yeah, I'll try the other number I have for my brother. It's weird, I'm just not sure I am welcome to use that, is all. Then again, we all say things we prefer, without meaning to limit strictly, and yet other people take those little quips so seriously. The world is a mess. *grins*
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Yep yep, he answered the other phone. And, it sounds like he is already on the program. Between us we should be able to get mom going again. If you can't catch a man, at least have children. Teach em' hard but true, and in time they will return. It's the only investment some can make, she did what she could and it is paying off. Wish we could do more but the reality is what it is.
The dishes are in their final soak. Next to put in some laundry. And then maybe get that tire off since Friday is on for a drive. Oh, and I should completely empty and clean the inside of the Xt'er, while thinking about things. Three more packages arrived today. Still no soak vest. Bleh. Later.
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Going to bed at 4:00 led to waking at 9:30 to 10:00. It could have been much worse. Reasonably I could have slept until noon. I keep thinking I ought to take a down day, literally doing little or nothing. The problem is I don't think that will help me feel more rested and it could turn into a true rut. As is my rut is that there isn't order to my work. I make a plan and it doesn't get followed. The stupid help can't or won't read! Truth of the matter is that, when I start something, actually seeing it through to completion means doing things that become visible only while doing the task. It's like the idea of cutting a limb high on a tree. Okay, you just cut it, right? Well, no. First you need to get to that branch. If the tree doesn't offer easy access then ropes, ladder, mix, or even something else, must be used to get to the branch. Ah, but is the saw in order? Is there fuel, oil? Alright, so the limb finally comes down. But now you have a tree limb in your yard. No job, almost no job, is as simple as doing it then being done. Why find something, for example, without putting it with other things like it so as to not simply lose it again? Well, and you can end up fiddling with minor organization while doing that.
Oh, right. First thing though, a call to try to arrange an oil change and a tire rotation on the same day, hopefully Friday. Hmm, and I best look over what I need from town again. With the oil change I will plan an inspection, and with that I will get my plates renewed. I've got another year on my driver's license, so one less hassle.
Talking to my mother I found out she is low on money. I simply don't want to risk money right now. Next month, if all looks as it does from this side of things, I should be able to fire a dough rocket her way. However, I can call my brother and see if he could shoot her some liquidity. If she gets back on her feet she is good, it's just some car expenses have her seeing red. I don't know if he will do it, I doubt if he will like being asked, but... that's the kind of son I am. If I can't do it one way, I will try another. And it's not like I am asking him to do something I haven't, would not if simply and safely optional, or even will be doing in a month or two. Can't give her too much money, she will just spend it. That sounds harsh, and maybe it is, but... Keeping her afloat when she has legitimate expenses though, that is fine. I simply don't have enough to give much, there isn't enough to split out. A total vacation expenditure, since I have been retired, of perhaps four thousand dollars, over 20 years, most of it on my last trip. Some of it just gas to and from parks back when I had a wilderness wanderer as a guide. This trip, with gas, will be, maybe, $1,200-$1,500 depending on what gas actually ends up costing, at the very most, and at least a quarter of that is gear I should have had as a prepper anyway.
Hmm, well... a few calls, then back to organizing, packing, dishes, and whatever else pops up. Oh, the pulled pork was good. I had a couple of small stacked sandwiches this morning. It's nothing special just not bad and it will do. Sans sauce of any kind. I wanted to see what the meat is about before ever thinking of rubs or sauces.
Good day.
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Brother isn't answering. Hmm, might try the home phone. The tire shop said I could bring it in any time and that it takes an half hour. The oil/inspection shop set up an appoitment... 9:00! Ah well, that will get that stuff out of the way so that I can get the plates and do some last minute shopping without too much of a rush, and be back in time to... probably not do much else, if that isn't the point. Yeah, I'll try the other number I have for my brother. It's weird, I'm just not sure I am welcome to use that, is all. Then again, we all say things we prefer, without meaning to limit strictly, and yet other people take those little quips so seriously. The world is a mess. *grins*
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Yep yep, he answered the other phone. And, it sounds like he is already on the program. Between us we should be able to get mom going again. If you can't catch a man, at least have children. Teach em' hard but true, and in time they will return. It's the only investment some can make, she did what she could and it is paying off. Wish we could do more but the reality is what it is.
The dishes are in their final soak. Next to put in some laundry. And then maybe get that tire off since Friday is on for a drive. Oh, and I should completely empty and clean the inside of the Xt'er, while thinking about things. Three more packages arrived today. Still no soak vest. Bleh. Later.
Up late, but for good reason.
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After cooking, I set the grill to go lower, temp wise. After it hit the general temp I wanted, I put the pork roast in. Well, it took a while. I expected it would so this isn't a problem. I am letting it rest now, for an hour, then I will try to turn it into pulled pork. No, I didn't use a rub and I won't be using a sauce. Just meat. Great? Well, it will do. As I suggested, I will offer some of it to one of my neighbors. It should come in handy with the Mrs. missing. If she is back, it is one less thing for her to mess with for a meal. I have no idea how many such a roast can feed. It's plenty more than I could possibly eat though.
I just had to try it. Ugh... so much to do, I probably shouldn't have messed with this at this time. Especially at the pace I am forced to usually take. It had to be cooked, at this point. And so it has been. I really can't wait to, eventually, try brisket on it. Preferably a smaller one though.
I had planned to a bit of research but I lost track of what I was going to investigate. Oh well. Good night.
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After cooking, I set the grill to go lower, temp wise. After it hit the general temp I wanted, I put the pork roast in. Well, it took a while. I expected it would so this isn't a problem. I am letting it rest now, for an hour, then I will try to turn it into pulled pork. No, I didn't use a rub and I won't be using a sauce. Just meat. Great? Well, it will do. As I suggested, I will offer some of it to one of my neighbors. It should come in handy with the Mrs. missing. If she is back, it is one less thing for her to mess with for a meal. I have no idea how many such a roast can feed. It's plenty more than I could possibly eat though.
I just had to try it. Ugh... so much to do, I probably shouldn't have messed with this at this time. Especially at the pace I am forced to usually take. It had to be cooked, at this point. And so it has been. I really can't wait to, eventually, try brisket on it. Preferably a smaller one though.
I had planned to a bit of research but I lost track of what I was going to investigate. Oh well. Good night.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
It is coming together.
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A bit hot, again, today. Even with the ac. I wish I could nap in the cool but unless sleep can happen and I feel the need I can't make it happen. Some of the clothing has been bagged. I think I will just have a couple of bags of standard clothing, one small bag for a homeward bound outfit, and another bag for my cold weather gear. It won't keep it perfectly dust free, save the home bound outfit, but it will keep it freer of dust than otherwise. Yeah, I need to do some laundry.
I have steaks and hamburgers ready to go. They should be bricks by now. Hmm, three by two packs of steaks and four or five by two packs of hamburgers. Actually I have another four by two hamburger pack I may take. Those can always just be grilled and broken up into other food, or even cooked and stored, or offered to some hungry looking fool who it too tired to cook. I don't precook and store steak but I will with hamburgers. I bought a inexpensive burger press and it worked very well. I just grilled a couple of the burgers and I've got to tell you, they are much better flame grilled than cooked on the infrared grill. And they cooked up very fast. The infrared grill merely cooks them, it doesn't add anything. Which is fine, sometimes.
I have to finish the last of the dishes, and perhaps do a load of laundry or two yet tonight. I am also thinking of finally putting the pork roast in. I won't fuss with it too much, just let it cook low and slow through the night. I've been fiddling with this that that, none of the big jobs mostly. And I will have to rearrange some of the clothing I have packed, as it is just going in randomly, at this point. Just to clear some space and secure some of the clothes I am taking for sure. A couple of pair of jeans, a pair of zip-off at the leg pants, several shorts. Probably a shirt and a half per pair of bottoms. Hmm, and of course the kilt and some odditites. Several pair of woolen pants and thermal shirts. Probably too much but... I'll see when it comes time to pack the packs though.
Medical and artistic stuff is in one small bin, another bigger bin has rope, camping kit, and bowie knife. I'm trying, as I gather things, to put them into piles with like gear. Even though I am not always getting to exactly what I planned, I am doing this and that. It might seem like hemming and hawing but it is required. It just amazes me how much detail can go into a camp, to try to do it right.
I think the only left to buy for the trip are a couple of pounds of coffee. I will be taking my hand grinder and French press. It doesn't produce all that much coffee, but I think I will only be having a couple of pots a day... or two of my glasses, most likely on the rocks. Vodka tastes horrible in that, which means some secular contrition might be in order. Oh, oops. Yeah, I better pick up a few bottles of stupid and perhaps a case or two of brown bottle flu developer. :p Ugh... Well, and dry ice, but that may literally be purchased on my way out of town. I might be able to by regular ice on any of these next two trips though. Regular ice last nearly indefinitely in my drop in freezer. I am, just now, using the last of two bags purchased when my mother was here.
I better make a town run soon, but I want to have the bike stripped of the front tire and attached. At that point I will also fill her up for the ride, maybe try to make an oil change and tire rotation appointment. Tuesday is it? I'll call tomorrow about the appointments and let everything else work it's way from there, hopefully get it set for Friday, if both places are agreeable and have time slots. Hmm... I will wait on gasoline. I have an appointment the 19th, I'll fill up then. Ugh, and plates. I could wait until I get back but I hate giving the police any reason to possible stop me. That may wait until the 19th, depending on how well I last with the rest of my doings.
Just in case you ever think of going on a trip into the unknown, keep reading and you will find out what one guy did and eventually how it all worked out. Yeah. Later.
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A bit hot, again, today. Even with the ac. I wish I could nap in the cool but unless sleep can happen and I feel the need I can't make it happen. Some of the clothing has been bagged. I think I will just have a couple of bags of standard clothing, one small bag for a homeward bound outfit, and another bag for my cold weather gear. It won't keep it perfectly dust free, save the home bound outfit, but it will keep it freer of dust than otherwise. Yeah, I need to do some laundry.
I have steaks and hamburgers ready to go. They should be bricks by now. Hmm, three by two packs of steaks and four or five by two packs of hamburgers. Actually I have another four by two hamburger pack I may take. Those can always just be grilled and broken up into other food, or even cooked and stored, or offered to some hungry looking fool who it too tired to cook. I don't precook and store steak but I will with hamburgers. I bought a inexpensive burger press and it worked very well. I just grilled a couple of the burgers and I've got to tell you, they are much better flame grilled than cooked on the infrared grill. And they cooked up very fast. The infrared grill merely cooks them, it doesn't add anything. Which is fine, sometimes.
I have to finish the last of the dishes, and perhaps do a load of laundry or two yet tonight. I am also thinking of finally putting the pork roast in. I won't fuss with it too much, just let it cook low and slow through the night. I've been fiddling with this that that, none of the big jobs mostly. And I will have to rearrange some of the clothing I have packed, as it is just going in randomly, at this point. Just to clear some space and secure some of the clothes I am taking for sure. A couple of pair of jeans, a pair of zip-off at the leg pants, several shorts. Probably a shirt and a half per pair of bottoms. Hmm, and of course the kilt and some odditites. Several pair of woolen pants and thermal shirts. Probably too much but... I'll see when it comes time to pack the packs though.
Medical and artistic stuff is in one small bin, another bigger bin has rope, camping kit, and bowie knife. I'm trying, as I gather things, to put them into piles with like gear. Even though I am not always getting to exactly what I planned, I am doing this and that. It might seem like hemming and hawing but it is required. It just amazes me how much detail can go into a camp, to try to do it right.
I think the only left to buy for the trip are a couple of pounds of coffee. I will be taking my hand grinder and French press. It doesn't produce all that much coffee, but I think I will only be having a couple of pots a day... or two of my glasses, most likely on the rocks. Vodka tastes horrible in that, which means some secular contrition might be in order. Oh, oops. Yeah, I better pick up a few bottles of stupid and perhaps a case or two of brown bottle flu developer. :p Ugh... Well, and dry ice, but that may literally be purchased on my way out of town. I might be able to by regular ice on any of these next two trips though. Regular ice last nearly indefinitely in my drop in freezer. I am, just now, using the last of two bags purchased when my mother was here.
I better make a town run soon, but I want to have the bike stripped of the front tire and attached. At that point I will also fill her up for the ride, maybe try to make an oil change and tire rotation appointment. Tuesday is it? I'll call tomorrow about the appointments and let everything else work it's way from there, hopefully get it set for Friday, if both places are agreeable and have time slots. Hmm... I will wait on gasoline. I have an appointment the 19th, I'll fill up then. Ugh, and plates. I could wait until I get back but I hate giving the police any reason to possible stop me. That may wait until the 19th, depending on how well I last with the rest of my doings.
Just in case you ever think of going on a trip into the unknown, keep reading and you will find out what one guy did and eventually how it all worked out. Yeah. Later.
It's starting to look like Christmas?
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Well, if you are used to having boxes and boxes opened and glittering new gear all about, then yes. My watch arrived, along with some "alternative wear" for BMan (if you have to dress funny, dress as you would prefer to dress funny?), and the ziplocs. I plan on stacking clothes in, sort of by when I suspect I will be using them, and in several bags. A bag or two for dirty clothes wouldn't be bad either. I may or may not have extras. If I do I will offer them to my partner in desert grime who may or may not wish for them. Still, having bits and pieces of extras around might lend themselves to various uses. Since I probably have the space I might as well use it. My guess is I am more conservative as to use, though time may prove that notion incorrect. *grins*
Ah, best turn the ac on. I don't want to let my potential cook away today. Just that little extra kick of cool makes life a whole lot easier. I am counting on the harder, possibly faster, cool down of the nights, and direct exposure to it at Burning Man, to handle my indelicacies regarding heat. I do think it will work, and quite well. Even being ill and heat averse I am... more survivable than most. I guess that notion will be tested.
Now to find the magnifying glass in order to read the instructions in order to set the watch. Oh, even if I had gone with bifocals this year I would not have had a chance at reading these instructions. Far too small and poorly printed. It is the same watch that just died, or as close as is possible. But then, setting a watch once every seven years doesn't lead to a good grasp of those fundamentals.
Packing, today. Some of the clothes I have set aside. While I do it I will make a list and include it in the pack. Other clothes will be washed or taken out of wherever they are stored and added. How many clothes to take, give that there is the trip up, the stay itself, and then the trip back... Sum total that is a week and a half. Some clothes are needed for day wear, some for night wear, some for costume. Further, some of it needs to be for the heat, some for the cold, and some for transition? Perhaps the switch from hot to cold and back will be rather quick though. I just have no idea what to actually expect. I love that I will be learning though. Beside mountains here in Utah, there are deserts, plateau desert, and other sorts of areas to explore. I can do standard mountains, as per my knowledge. Deserts are new to me.
Let me see. I have road assistance covered. The tent works and cot fits, mostly, and works with what goes with it. Water bottles are good to go, though I could empty them from my storage and use this spring. I ought to see how well the topper fits the Xt'er, and get a better idea of just how much room is in there and whether I can lock it. And I best get going on that bike. I did order a floor pump and will test that while I am messing around. Hmm, might as well gather all of my bike gear and put that in one location as well.
There is simply so much to do and seemingly so little time. Oh, it'll get done. I just wonder what will be forgotten. Later!
.
Well, if you are used to having boxes and boxes opened and glittering new gear all about, then yes. My watch arrived, along with some "alternative wear" for BMan (if you have to dress funny, dress as you would prefer to dress funny?), and the ziplocs. I plan on stacking clothes in, sort of by when I suspect I will be using them, and in several bags. A bag or two for dirty clothes wouldn't be bad either. I may or may not have extras. If I do I will offer them to my partner in desert grime who may or may not wish for them. Still, having bits and pieces of extras around might lend themselves to various uses. Since I probably have the space I might as well use it. My guess is I am more conservative as to use, though time may prove that notion incorrect. *grins*
Ah, best turn the ac on. I don't want to let my potential cook away today. Just that little extra kick of cool makes life a whole lot easier. I am counting on the harder, possibly faster, cool down of the nights, and direct exposure to it at Burning Man, to handle my indelicacies regarding heat. I do think it will work, and quite well. Even being ill and heat averse I am... more survivable than most. I guess that notion will be tested.
Now to find the magnifying glass in order to read the instructions in order to set the watch. Oh, even if I had gone with bifocals this year I would not have had a chance at reading these instructions. Far too small and poorly printed. It is the same watch that just died, or as close as is possible. But then, setting a watch once every seven years doesn't lead to a good grasp of those fundamentals.
Packing, today. Some of the clothes I have set aside. While I do it I will make a list and include it in the pack. Other clothes will be washed or taken out of wherever they are stored and added. How many clothes to take, give that there is the trip up, the stay itself, and then the trip back... Sum total that is a week and a half. Some clothes are needed for day wear, some for night wear, some for costume. Further, some of it needs to be for the heat, some for the cold, and some for transition? Perhaps the switch from hot to cold and back will be rather quick though. I just have no idea what to actually expect. I love that I will be learning though. Beside mountains here in Utah, there are deserts, plateau desert, and other sorts of areas to explore. I can do standard mountains, as per my knowledge. Deserts are new to me.
Let me see. I have road assistance covered. The tent works and cot fits, mostly, and works with what goes with it. Water bottles are good to go, though I could empty them from my storage and use this spring. I ought to see how well the topper fits the Xt'er, and get a better idea of just how much room is in there and whether I can lock it. And I best get going on that bike. I did order a floor pump and will test that while I am messing around. Hmm, might as well gather all of my bike gear and put that in one location as well.
There is simply so much to do and seemingly so little time. Oh, it'll get done. I just wonder what will be forgotten. Later!
Yeah, okay.
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I am currently on hold, talking with AAA. Yes, premium. It includes RVs, if those are in my future, and work as a passenger, plus with 200 miles of towing, lock issues, and flat tires. Now it takes seven to ten days for the card to arrive, but with the membership number and a drivers license that will be enough for any claim. ~ Done and done. Now I have some road side assistance, good for my vehicle, D.C.'s RV, anything else drivable really, as the driver or passenger. Yum. I had allowed that to lapse since I was pretty much having to get used to driving less with less money flow due to the purchase of my home. If I am going to begin traveling a bit more I best get that back on track.
As well, it looks like the ziplocs will be arriving today, so I can begin packing that part of things. I am moving slowly, but... plans are fomenting, little things are happening, and it is coming together. Yeah, it finally hit me, today, how fast this is coming, and yet somehow how long it really is before it gets here. Hmm, maybe a big old cup of coffee will settle my nerves? Ha!
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I am currently on hold, talking with AAA. Yes, premium. It includes RVs, if those are in my future, and work as a passenger, plus with 200 miles of towing, lock issues, and flat tires. Now it takes seven to ten days for the card to arrive, but with the membership number and a drivers license that will be enough for any claim. ~ Done and done. Now I have some road side assistance, good for my vehicle, D.C.'s RV, anything else drivable really, as the driver or passenger. Yum. I had allowed that to lapse since I was pretty much having to get used to driving less with less money flow due to the purchase of my home. If I am going to begin traveling a bit more I best get that back on track.
As well, it looks like the ziplocs will be arriving today, so I can begin packing that part of things. I am moving slowly, but... plans are fomenting, little things are happening, and it is coming together. Yeah, it finally hit me, today, how fast this is coming, and yet somehow how long it really is before it gets here. Hmm, maybe a big old cup of coffee will settle my nerves? Ha!
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