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Saturday, January 25, 2014
Thinking about getting into trouble.
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Well, maybe not that much trouble. Not today anyway. I am happy with the day though. I have broken out. It's almost 15:00. I haven't seen this time of the day for quite some while. I pressure cooked a roast, this time tinkering a bit. Whether because of the altitude, or some other factors, my pressure cooker cooks much faster than what the manufacturer recommends. I did figure out the lowest setting to maintain the higher pressure, as well. On my stove, that is about a 4 (out of 10). I tried a 2 and a 3, but they simply don't keep the pressure up. A roast that is supposed to take 40 minutes by weight and type took 15 minutes. Why? I just can't be sure.
I need to put the roast away, still, and perhaps make gravy. The remaining fluid is excellent for that. I am going to begin studying sauces beside gravy. I now have a top hat, if I want to strain it to a sufficient level. The chinois I have is fine enough that I shouldn't need cheese cloth. It was a bit more expensive, but in a life time, it pays for itself in cloth, the bother of keeping it on hand, cleanup, and convenience, to my mind. As I may have mentioned, I am not a saucier. I simply haven't learned that particular skill, yet.
Oh, and the last thing I want to do is find pencils and a sketchpad, or even a folder for sheets of simple printer paper. I buy only the whitest. When in town, I may stop at the art supply store and look for kneaded erasers. Something tells me they will help a great deal. While never truly an artist, I drew enough, when younger, using typical school supplies, including those damnable orange erasers, to know something better when I see it. While there I may review their sketch kits. Amazon has some decent variety sketching items for ~$6 (though shipping may be... excessive). If they are at all comparable locally, I will buy locally. If not, they will simply go into my next order from Amazon. Still, no reason not to tinker in the meantime.
Hmm, might have to look a few more places for those clear runners. I would really like to hit the floors with the steam vac. Then again, I'd also like to get into town. Bleh... I'll... do what I can, for now. I'll be up a while longer, probably several hours, but I believe this will be my last post for the day. Perhaps I am trying to do... too many things? Nah! Good night.
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There is a reason not to trust.
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When a billionaire is out to do good, but has a split personality in his intent, it is probably best to not trust. Vaccinating kids for polio? Super. It would be good to have that disease gone. But when the people doing it are planning on reducing the world population, you have to understand that... anything he does is tainted. You don't know if he is, perhaps, making the vaccine more dangerous, on purpose. Simply not training the staff he sends out might increase the risk to recipients. Any man who thinks there are too many of you, but suggests he is there to help improve your health, has to be questioned.
Genocide with a smile is still genocide. Even if it is randomized, even if it is limited in scope, it simply doesn't matter. Is that his goal? I haven't seen proof, one way or the other, but his own words are rather suspicious, at the least. Even if he actually believes we have hit the apex of world population, and births are declining, does he truly believe that is enough? The one thing, about people like this? It's never enough. You don't become a billionaire by going small. You also don't give away your hand. And, most likely, you have learned to not have a conscience. Some of the things he has done, like teaching African kids to mess around with oral sex, in aids ridden nations, knowing that oral sex almost always leads to actual intercourse, and that condoms don't help prevent the disease, is more than suspicious. Especially with research easily showing that teaching abstinence actually works, even in African nations. Genocide, with a happy face, is just... genocide.
While he decries the non-involvement of other billionaires, perhaps he ought to consider that there is a reason they don't get involved in his schemes. I can see why he would want them in on it. Something about sinners, especially the worst of them, wanting cohorts. This guy is nothing but trouble for the poor and weak and should be kept as far from them as possible. I believe he calls himself a Catholic. I am pretty sure, where he is headed, that brand will do him no favors. He won't be alone, but as far as he will understand things, he might as well be. Even with his wife right there beside him.
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When a billionaire is out to do good, but has a split personality in his intent, it is probably best to not trust. Vaccinating kids for polio? Super. It would be good to have that disease gone. But when the people doing it are planning on reducing the world population, you have to understand that... anything he does is tainted. You don't know if he is, perhaps, making the vaccine more dangerous, on purpose. Simply not training the staff he sends out might increase the risk to recipients. Any man who thinks there are too many of you, but suggests he is there to help improve your health, has to be questioned.
Genocide with a smile is still genocide. Even if it is randomized, even if it is limited in scope, it simply doesn't matter. Is that his goal? I haven't seen proof, one way or the other, but his own words are rather suspicious, at the least. Even if he actually believes we have hit the apex of world population, and births are declining, does he truly believe that is enough? The one thing, about people like this? It's never enough. You don't become a billionaire by going small. You also don't give away your hand. And, most likely, you have learned to not have a conscience. Some of the things he has done, like teaching African kids to mess around with oral sex, in aids ridden nations, knowing that oral sex almost always leads to actual intercourse, and that condoms don't help prevent the disease, is more than suspicious. Especially with research easily showing that teaching abstinence actually works, even in African nations. Genocide, with a happy face, is just... genocide.
While he decries the non-involvement of other billionaires, perhaps he ought to consider that there is a reason they don't get involved in his schemes. I can see why he would want them in on it. Something about sinners, especially the worst of them, wanting cohorts. This guy is nothing but trouble for the poor and weak and should be kept as far from them as possible. I believe he calls himself a Catholic. I am pretty sure, where he is headed, that brand will do him no favors. He won't be alone, but as far as he will understand things, he might as well be. Even with his wife right there beside him.
Off, but I have things to do.
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I have worked on cleaning the pressure cooker pan for a while now. I used vinegar and baking soda, after days of soaking and scrubbing, resoaking, and so on. The vinegar and baking soda did okay, but not up to snuff. The next time I make it to town I will be purchasing a couple of containers of bar keeper's friend and some polishing agent. I have several pans that need a little extra care. I am hoping to make it to town today.
Beside needing milk and cream, I would really like to make egg noodles. Actually, the only thing missing is milk. Though another couple of dozen eggs would be nice. I have started eating eggs for breakfast a bit more often. I ought to boil a dozen eggs to have on hand as well. Apples are a true joy, so I will be looking for those as well. I love pears but they are either not quite ripe or over ripe. They ripen so very quickly. Hmm, grapes? Maybe grapefruit too. Oh, and some pie filling or frozen fruit for same. I really would like to make a fruit pie or three. If I get it right, I know a few folk who wouldn't mind a treat shared out.
I don't mind buying a few things, now that I am both cooking and keeping the place sorted out after cooking. I will have to go easy though. Noodles and a few pies will be all I can really handle, on top of the rest, per week. Cooking as an artistic outlet? Why, yes. There are a number of egg dishes I have been meaning to get into. Quiche and custards of various sorts have been on my longview to put into production. Nothing fancy. And, in the beginning, just plain jane recipes, perfecting and adding options as I go.
I ought to look around for some pencils, a sharpener, and some paper. An hour or two of drawing per day, doodling on the side perhaps. Nothing fancy. A couple of ideas are percolating. Warriors and women, forests and mountains, cabins tucked away, run down and forgotten, from my youth. Perhaps a few optical illusions, those were always a favorite. I had one teacher, who stole my book and looked in it, get dizzy and almost fall down, looked a little green around the gills about it too. Tried to talk me into art classes, but those were always so... bleh. Or the teacher was too hot. Couldn't concentrate, actually avoided those teachers... in subjects I liked. :)
Well... On to something.
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I have worked on cleaning the pressure cooker pan for a while now. I used vinegar and baking soda, after days of soaking and scrubbing, resoaking, and so on. The vinegar and baking soda did okay, but not up to snuff. The next time I make it to town I will be purchasing a couple of containers of bar keeper's friend and some polishing agent. I have several pans that need a little extra care. I am hoping to make it to town today.
Beside needing milk and cream, I would really like to make egg noodles. Actually, the only thing missing is milk. Though another couple of dozen eggs would be nice. I have started eating eggs for breakfast a bit more often. I ought to boil a dozen eggs to have on hand as well. Apples are a true joy, so I will be looking for those as well. I love pears but they are either not quite ripe or over ripe. They ripen so very quickly. Hmm, grapes? Maybe grapefruit too. Oh, and some pie filling or frozen fruit for same. I really would like to make a fruit pie or three. If I get it right, I know a few folk who wouldn't mind a treat shared out.
I don't mind buying a few things, now that I am both cooking and keeping the place sorted out after cooking. I will have to go easy though. Noodles and a few pies will be all I can really handle, on top of the rest, per week. Cooking as an artistic outlet? Why, yes. There are a number of egg dishes I have been meaning to get into. Quiche and custards of various sorts have been on my longview to put into production. Nothing fancy. And, in the beginning, just plain jane recipes, perfecting and adding options as I go.
I ought to look around for some pencils, a sharpener, and some paper. An hour or two of drawing per day, doodling on the side perhaps. Nothing fancy. A couple of ideas are percolating. Warriors and women, forests and mountains, cabins tucked away, run down and forgotten, from my youth. Perhaps a few optical illusions, those were always a favorite. I had one teacher, who stole my book and looked in it, get dizzy and almost fall down, looked a little green around the gills about it too. Tried to talk me into art classes, but those were always so... bleh. Or the teacher was too hot. Couldn't concentrate, actually avoided those teachers... in subjects I liked. :)
Well... On to something.
Snow Shoeing?
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As I said, I can't be sure. If we get a decent snow in the valley before long, I will at least get out in that. But up in the mountains? This year might be pushing it, but then... you know how I am, sometimes. No cheaters for out there, mind you. Some things have to be done in the raw, too dangerous otherwise. However, to give you a view of the areas I am hoping to shoe through, camp perhaps, and explore... This area is twenty minutes or so away, give or take. It's in the mountains bordering the east side of my valley.
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As I said, I can't be sure. If we get a decent snow in the valley before long, I will at least get out in that. But up in the mountains? This year might be pushing it, but then... you know how I am, sometimes. No cheaters for out there, mind you. Some things have to be done in the raw, too dangerous otherwise. However, to give you a view of the areas I am hoping to shoe through, camp perhaps, and explore... This area is twenty minutes or so away, give or take. It's in the mountains bordering the east side of my valley.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Just some... thoughts.
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No, no trip to town tonight. I might be able to go to bed shortly, however. Simply done in. I am working on the dishes though, but that will be it. However, that is just an update. It has nothing to do with the title.
I can, if I choose, do some interesting things. While ill, I am not quite dead. I still have goals, hopes, dreams and the like. I can still act, think, write. I can, almost, crawl right into the mind of some. I have shown people some things they had not considered, helped to change a mind or three, and even influenced outcomes without being direct. I have opened doors for others. Some doubt, and yet, the proof is in the pudding in many cases.
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No, no trip to town tonight. I might be able to go to bed shortly, however. Simply done in. I am working on the dishes though, but that will be it. However, that is just an update. It has nothing to do with the title.
I can, if I choose, do some interesting things. While ill, I am not quite dead. I still have goals, hopes, dreams and the like. I can still act, think, write. I can, almost, crawl right into the mind of some. I have shown people some things they had not considered, helped to change a mind or three, and even influenced outcomes without being direct. I have opened doors for others. Some doubt, and yet, the proof is in the pudding in many cases.
Definitely not easy days.
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Sleep seems to be leveling out. Of course it has left me hanging between morning and night somewhere. I woke somewhere int the 18:00 range, actually not crawling into bed until nearly 11:00. My "days" are longer than they should be, which is the problem. They aren't so long as to put things off, just long enough that my schedule is swinging in the wind. I am pushing bedtimes, just not messing with waking times yet. Sleeping a little longer, unless it is really needed, does far more harm than good. Most of the soreness of my body is gone, save what literally feels like a much duller but similar pain as if a lance truly impaled my upper left chest and lung. *whince* The nice thing about these sorts of phantom pains is that, often, getting busy allows me to ignore them, might even make them go away.
Tonight? Well, I did cook that roast, but I didn't clean the pan. I cleaned up, I did soak the pan and a few other items. So cleaning up fully is my first actual chore. A shower first, after setting that all to a fresh soak and cleaning things out a bit while doing so. Then either a trip to the store, finally, if I can get to that, or laundry if I can't... even if I can but it works out. Who knows, really. I'll be trying to get some things done, that's all.
Later.
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Sleep seems to be leveling out. Of course it has left me hanging between morning and night somewhere. I woke somewhere int the 18:00 range, actually not crawling into bed until nearly 11:00. My "days" are longer than they should be, which is the problem. They aren't so long as to put things off, just long enough that my schedule is swinging in the wind. I am pushing bedtimes, just not messing with waking times yet. Sleeping a little longer, unless it is really needed, does far more harm than good. Most of the soreness of my body is gone, save what literally feels like a much duller but similar pain as if a lance truly impaled my upper left chest and lung. *whince* The nice thing about these sorts of phantom pains is that, often, getting busy allows me to ignore them, might even make them go away.
Tonight? Well, I did cook that roast, but I didn't clean the pan. I cleaned up, I did soak the pan and a few other items. So cleaning up fully is my first actual chore. A shower first, after setting that all to a fresh soak and cleaning things out a bit while doing so. Then either a trip to the store, finally, if I can get to that, or laundry if I can't... even if I can but it works out. Who knows, really. I'll be trying to get some things done, that's all.
Later.
The art of painting.
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Something being sought around these parts is a pastime. Sure, there are games. But I'm not really into playing all the time, or all that often anymore. A good game, once in a while, is fine. Good games are rare and seemingly becoming rarer. And with a new game system out, my platform will begin to no longer be getting newer games. Painting, I thought. It is quite expensive to get into, regarding oils. I suppose you could paint on paper, but that just seems off.
A bit of research and... my notions changed a bit. Beside the cost factor, I kept running into the suggestion that a budding artist spend a year, or two, drawing, sketching, before moving on. That actually makes sense, and more than just on an economic level. My guess is many modern painters simply haven't wanted to put in the effort at sketching, or aren't good at it, so do... modern "works". No matter how interesting, they seriously lack something. Study anatomy, human or animal. Sketch from pictures. Learn the craft. Beyond, as with all things, if I am really interested, and do my part, then, through time, I can build up for that next step through time, rather than trying to buy it all at once, not even sure if I will advance in the field.
To that end, I am considering purchasing a set of sketch pencils, charcoal drawing items, erasers, and a sketch pad or three. Drawing people and a select variety of animals, and perhaps landscapes, is what interests me. I used to draw a great deal, but without focus, in my youth. I could never get proportions right, but the notion was there. I never studied, so shading, angles, spacial effects, and some other things never came into my work, not to any great depth. But with the internet in general, and possibly YouTube, learning as I go might just be a little easier. I might need to get a library card as well. While our town library is small, with lend-lease, or whatever they call it, I can 'order' almost any book I might wish. Anatomy, eh? I never wanted to be a doctor, perhaps I'll just play God, but on paper?
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Something being sought around these parts is a pastime. Sure, there are games. But I'm not really into playing all the time, or all that often anymore. A good game, once in a while, is fine. Good games are rare and seemingly becoming rarer. And with a new game system out, my platform will begin to no longer be getting newer games. Painting, I thought. It is quite expensive to get into, regarding oils. I suppose you could paint on paper, but that just seems off.
A bit of research and... my notions changed a bit. Beside the cost factor, I kept running into the suggestion that a budding artist spend a year, or two, drawing, sketching, before moving on. That actually makes sense, and more than just on an economic level. My guess is many modern painters simply haven't wanted to put in the effort at sketching, or aren't good at it, so do... modern "works". No matter how interesting, they seriously lack something. Study anatomy, human or animal. Sketch from pictures. Learn the craft. Beyond, as with all things, if I am really interested, and do my part, then, through time, I can build up for that next step through time, rather than trying to buy it all at once, not even sure if I will advance in the field.
To that end, I am considering purchasing a set of sketch pencils, charcoal drawing items, erasers, and a sketch pad or three. Drawing people and a select variety of animals, and perhaps landscapes, is what interests me. I used to draw a great deal, but without focus, in my youth. I could never get proportions right, but the notion was there. I never studied, so shading, angles, spacial effects, and some other things never came into my work, not to any great depth. But with the internet in general, and possibly YouTube, learning as I go might just be a little easier. I might need to get a library card as well. While our town library is small, with lend-lease, or whatever they call it, I can 'order' almost any book I might wish. Anatomy, eh? I never wanted to be a doctor, perhaps I'll just play God, but on paper?
Ah, well, start from the start.
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No matter what else has happened, or is going to happen, the start is where you are, with what you have, at the time you are of cognizance. So... Now that I have decided about medication, I have set up both medicine sets. The next two weeks I will keep my medicine static, then raise the level in the next setup. I have some dishes to do, never did get to the dishes after the beef meal. I have been giving them a fresh soak each day. I did that again, with the intention of hitting those, then doing the pork roast, and hopefully washing after that. Finally, so far, I pulled out the snow shoes and kit. I tinkered with things. The poles, though... I'm going to have to do a bit of research. They simply are not holding when I adjust them to the length I want them. As for fitting the bindings? I can get them close, but really, it looks like I will have to do much tinkering in the field, when I put them on. That is just the way it is. I have them roughly set to allow boot access, without too much extra room. Fine details will have to be arranged.
What else tonight? Well, as I said, when I finish the dishes, cooking another roast is the next step, then washing the pressure cooker. I might roast some potatoes while I am at it. My mind is on the beef brisket, with the smoker back together. But I think that will be saved for the middle of next week. A shower, a load or two of laundry, and some hope that getting to town tomorrow might work out. I don't think it will, but I am out of milk. Three gallons of the stuff a week, if I can get to the store. Not this week. Maybe Friday? I would like to be ready to go when I can be ready to, well, go.
Either that or I will try to get to bed. If I can sleep early, I will. I would like to get my days and nights back in order. Yeah, the lists of things to do are somewhat contrary, and probably more than I can do. Just lists, possibilities, and trying to plan. Later. Or good night.
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No matter what else has happened, or is going to happen, the start is where you are, with what you have, at the time you are of cognizance. So... Now that I have decided about medication, I have set up both medicine sets. The next two weeks I will keep my medicine static, then raise the level in the next setup. I have some dishes to do, never did get to the dishes after the beef meal. I have been giving them a fresh soak each day. I did that again, with the intention of hitting those, then doing the pork roast, and hopefully washing after that. Finally, so far, I pulled out the snow shoes and kit. I tinkered with things. The poles, though... I'm going to have to do a bit of research. They simply are not holding when I adjust them to the length I want them. As for fitting the bindings? I can get them close, but really, it looks like I will have to do much tinkering in the field, when I put them on. That is just the way it is. I have them roughly set to allow boot access, without too much extra room. Fine details will have to be arranged.
What else tonight? Well, as I said, when I finish the dishes, cooking another roast is the next step, then washing the pressure cooker. I might roast some potatoes while I am at it. My mind is on the beef brisket, with the smoker back together. But I think that will be saved for the middle of next week. A shower, a load or two of laundry, and some hope that getting to town tomorrow might work out. I don't think it will, but I am out of milk. Three gallons of the stuff a week, if I can get to the store. Not this week. Maybe Friday? I would like to be ready to go when I can be ready to, well, go.
Either that or I will try to get to bed. If I can sleep early, I will. I would like to get my days and nights back in order. Yeah, the lists of things to do are somewhat contrary, and probably more than I can do. Just lists, possibilities, and trying to plan. Later. Or good night.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Oh? Yeah. Something something.
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Zap! Okay, that little push cost me more in Doom dollars than I had suspected. Pains are gone, and never were too great. But exhaustion remains. It lives in every muscle and fiber. I used more than I had, plus surplus, and borrowed energy from the future. There are, currently, great limits to what I can do. It is nice to know I can rise from the dead for a bit though. The hurt, and exhaustion, are actually happy things. The hurt means I am alive, the exhaustion might lead to an increase in capacity. I like both. I actually hope to be able to create these, but without cheating. That is the actual goal of regaining health! Some like it soft and easy. I need it hard and bitter, with a little sweet and comfy during recovery or as a minor side not while I'm pushing myself otherwise.
I dreamed of bow hunting last night, and an elk at that. I haven't looked into that, I'm not sure if that is even possible? I scouted for the mountains for where these creatures might be, found a number of them, triangulated their movement patterns during scouting sessions to the degree possible, and when the season and time was right, I went out. As with any nomad, elk don't have an exact pattern. Even in a single area of their large range, how they travel a specific course this time and next time might be quite different. Paranoid, they are skittish. They allow wind, precipitation in the air and on the ground, and their instincts, to guide them. If something doesn't seem right, they go another way, and maybe yet another, and might just turn to a different path and direction altogether if their original target location doesn't seem like a good idea, even if they literally don't know exactly why. Cagey.
But I found this one, alone on this day, heading over a couple of ridges I knew well from scouting. The wind was light, variable, but favored my hunt. There were areas that were open ground, which I had to cover with caution. While the elk was well ahead of me initially, the path ahead would rise up over ridges and allow easy viewing of the open spaces if the bull decided to scan back, and they do. Knowing the animal's pace, the distance I needed to travel, and the terrain ahead of both of us, only allowed some chance at guessing the right pace. Closing but cautious, I approached. Even with the wind favoring my movement, a lull could carry sound forward. A backdraft might undo me as well, carrying my scent to the beast. In the mountains you could never be certain what the winds will do.
I did not fail to note the grace of the animal. The power. It isn't just meat that I hunted. It wasn't to conquer the animal, specifically or generally either. The hunt is a part of the rhythm of life, on which I and the elk were merely playing our roles. As such, no animosity was present, for my part... or, I should like to think, on his part. A prayers, should I take this animal, would be said, for his spirit, my soul, and in thanks to God for the... opportunities and realities.
Yes, I took the elk. I then towed the carcass, with the help of several pieces of equipment, to where I could clean and quarter, then raise the quarters high enough off the ground to be kept safe as I hauled the hanks out one at a time. Yeah, and from early sessions, I learned to pick a location in which I could easily spot the hanging meat, and surveil the area for... other hungry animals. What a hunt!
Actually, I am going to look up whether folk stalk bow hunt elk or not. I simply don't know. I do suspect that hiking the meat out might be quite a trick too. Thems a lot of pounds of meat, even quartered and cleaned a guy could be facing 70-150 pounds per quarter. I supposed you could bone it. But after a reasonable half day hunt, and after initial cleaning and quartering... I'm not so sure a guy would still have it in him to then bone and haul the meat out. That's... pushing it. Ugh. But... what a pleasant dream. And with a bow?
Later.
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Zap! Okay, that little push cost me more in Doom dollars than I had suspected. Pains are gone, and never were too great. But exhaustion remains. It lives in every muscle and fiber. I used more than I had, plus surplus, and borrowed energy from the future. There are, currently, great limits to what I can do. It is nice to know I can rise from the dead for a bit though. The hurt, and exhaustion, are actually happy things. The hurt means I am alive, the exhaustion might lead to an increase in capacity. I like both. I actually hope to be able to create these, but without cheating. That is the actual goal of regaining health! Some like it soft and easy. I need it hard and bitter, with a little sweet and comfy during recovery or as a minor side not while I'm pushing myself otherwise.
I dreamed of bow hunting last night, and an elk at that. I haven't looked into that, I'm not sure if that is even possible? I scouted for the mountains for where these creatures might be, found a number of them, triangulated their movement patterns during scouting sessions to the degree possible, and when the season and time was right, I went out. As with any nomad, elk don't have an exact pattern. Even in a single area of their large range, how they travel a specific course this time and next time might be quite different. Paranoid, they are skittish. They allow wind, precipitation in the air and on the ground, and their instincts, to guide them. If something doesn't seem right, they go another way, and maybe yet another, and might just turn to a different path and direction altogether if their original target location doesn't seem like a good idea, even if they literally don't know exactly why. Cagey.
But I found this one, alone on this day, heading over a couple of ridges I knew well from scouting. The wind was light, variable, but favored my hunt. There were areas that were open ground, which I had to cover with caution. While the elk was well ahead of me initially, the path ahead would rise up over ridges and allow easy viewing of the open spaces if the bull decided to scan back, and they do. Knowing the animal's pace, the distance I needed to travel, and the terrain ahead of both of us, only allowed some chance at guessing the right pace. Closing but cautious, I approached. Even with the wind favoring my movement, a lull could carry sound forward. A backdraft might undo me as well, carrying my scent to the beast. In the mountains you could never be certain what the winds will do.
I did not fail to note the grace of the animal. The power. It isn't just meat that I hunted. It wasn't to conquer the animal, specifically or generally either. The hunt is a part of the rhythm of life, on which I and the elk were merely playing our roles. As such, no animosity was present, for my part... or, I should like to think, on his part. A prayers, should I take this animal, would be said, for his spirit, my soul, and in thanks to God for the... opportunities and realities.
Yes, I took the elk. I then towed the carcass, with the help of several pieces of equipment, to where I could clean and quarter, then raise the quarters high enough off the ground to be kept safe as I hauled the hanks out one at a time. Yeah, and from early sessions, I learned to pick a location in which I could easily spot the hanging meat, and surveil the area for... other hungry animals. What a hunt!
Actually, I am going to look up whether folk stalk bow hunt elk or not. I simply don't know. I do suspect that hiking the meat out might be quite a trick too. Thems a lot of pounds of meat, even quartered and cleaned a guy could be facing 70-150 pounds per quarter. I supposed you could bone it. But after a reasonable half day hunt, and after initial cleaning and quartering... I'm not so sure a guy would still have it in him to then bone and haul the meat out. That's... pushing it. Ugh. But... what a pleasant dream. And with a bow?
Later.
Haiku Monday - Rhythm
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She is up with the contest. It looks like foam is presenting a most interesting theme. Oh, sure, I put a few in right off. It's difficult to see darkness with this theme, but you know me. Don't even have to try, it just happens. We will have to see what we see though. Oh, right.
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She is up with the contest. It looks like foam is presenting a most interesting theme. Oh, sure, I put a few in right off. It's difficult to see darkness with this theme, but you know me. Don't even have to try, it just happens. We will have to see what we see though. Oh, right.
Life's Song
moment, month, year, decade, life
to mouse or man matters not
one heartbeat per moment
moment, month, year, decade, life
to mouse or man matters not
one heartbeat per moment
Timeless
smooth silky lovely
stranger to lover, lovers
two parents - one dance
too fast, too slow, time?
seeing what is? misses most
listen with your soul
moving to the throb
inescapable predator
uncatchable prey
Snappiest Beat
cadence, not dancers
the testimony of truth
fruits will distinguish
Kissing a Woman
it's not what she says
just listen to what she does
to unlock her heart
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Out?
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Probably, and again. I went to town yesterday. Almost more just to prove I could, or something. Very late, mind you. The fog, at times, was so thick I had to reduce speed a great deal, down to 35 mph, hoping some driver didn't come up behind me the way I used to drive in fog. Oh, I had to pick up some stuff from the post office. They are good to me. But at some point they simply are required to return items. I didn't want that to happen.
That is the first time I have been out in some time. At first I thought I was being a bit of a sissy about the cold. I had to come back in for gloves! While in, I checked the temp. It was -1 F (-18 C to you yahoos). Yeah, okay, that is cool enough. I really wasn't dressed for it. A jacket, open, thin material pants, no cap. Brr! Gloves, the right type, make it just fine. Trying to lift the garage door using the metal handle can hurt fingers, a lot. I just stopped for a late dinner. I thought about going to the store. The only things open are the Walmart stores, and they don't carry the brands of the things I wanted. Milk, heavy cream, butter, and a few other things... or if they do they are often out.
Oh, with the pressure cooker under steam, I may buy carrots, cabbage, and onions. I think the potatoes are still good. Perhaps even whole garlic. I have a larger pressure cooker, so... Now, I will want to cook the meat for a while, cool it down enough to add the veggies, then get it going again. But I can do that with ease. This is one handy device. Well, and my neighbor helped get the grill together. I may get that up and going and cook a brisket soon. Sliced or halved onion on that, and maybe some whole garlic stuffed into slits, might not be bad... Might even tinker with the wood chips to get a little smoke action going on. With the grill going the cold is easy to deal with... once I get it going. Not sure how hot it will get in there though, out in the cold, or how long it will last... Another experiment, but one that won't make a mess in the kitchen! Yum!
Tonight might be the time to get those things, have another late meal, and... Just be out again. I just hope it isn't foggy. I may go the other way. The way I went last night, I had to cross onto a busier highway. I couldn't see 15 feet. Spooky. The fog had cleared on my way back, mostly. But I don't have to cross traffic on the way back, of course. Hmm... I best be going. I just hope they are still open. I think until 23:00. Later.
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Probably, and again. I went to town yesterday. Almost more just to prove I could, or something. Very late, mind you. The fog, at times, was so thick I had to reduce speed a great deal, down to 35 mph, hoping some driver didn't come up behind me the way I used to drive in fog. Oh, I had to pick up some stuff from the post office. They are good to me. But at some point they simply are required to return items. I didn't want that to happen.
That is the first time I have been out in some time. At first I thought I was being a bit of a sissy about the cold. I had to come back in for gloves! While in, I checked the temp. It was -1 F (-18 C to you yahoos). Yeah, okay, that is cool enough. I really wasn't dressed for it. A jacket, open, thin material pants, no cap. Brr! Gloves, the right type, make it just fine. Trying to lift the garage door using the metal handle can hurt fingers, a lot. I just stopped for a late dinner. I thought about going to the store. The only things open are the Walmart stores, and they don't carry the brands of the things I wanted. Milk, heavy cream, butter, and a few other things... or if they do they are often out.
Oh, with the pressure cooker under steam, I may buy carrots, cabbage, and onions. I think the potatoes are still good. Perhaps even whole garlic. I have a larger pressure cooker, so... Now, I will want to cook the meat for a while, cool it down enough to add the veggies, then get it going again. But I can do that with ease. This is one handy device. Well, and my neighbor helped get the grill together. I may get that up and going and cook a brisket soon. Sliced or halved onion on that, and maybe some whole garlic stuffed into slits, might not be bad... Might even tinker with the wood chips to get a little smoke action going on. With the grill going the cold is easy to deal with... once I get it going. Not sure how hot it will get in there though, out in the cold, or how long it will last... Another experiment, but one that won't make a mess in the kitchen! Yum!
Tonight might be the time to get those things, have another late meal, and... Just be out again. I just hope it isn't foggy. I may go the other way. The way I went last night, I had to cross onto a busier highway. I couldn't see 15 feet. Spooky. The fog had cleared on my way back, mostly. But I don't have to cross traffic on the way back, of course. Hmm... I best be going. I just hope they are still open. I think until 23:00. Later.
Just a late thought.
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My days and nights are spinning. Yeah, well, they will be righted sooner or later. Doing a bit of exploring and... I had thought, perhaps, that others only suspected. Now I am almost sure some of the watchers not only know, they are... trying to put out some of the information. Not those Watchers, but people who see. Like weening a child, it isn't done all at once. A little of this, a little of that, until the time is ripe. Time though. Tick-tock. This is soft food. Very soft.
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My days and nights are spinning. Yeah, well, they will be righted sooner or later. Doing a bit of exploring and... I had thought, perhaps, that others only suspected. Now I am almost sure some of the watchers not only know, they are... trying to put out some of the information. Not those Watchers, but people who see. Like weening a child, it isn't done all at once. A little of this, a little of that, until the time is ripe. Time though. Tick-tock. This is soft food. Very soft.
Monday, January 20, 2014
I understand.
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Look. Most people, that probably includes you, do not understand fishing with a golden hook. You, literally and figuratively, won't do it. I was created, breed, born, raised, and trained to do it. Try to get a hound not to sniff or a cat not to claw. It is what I do. I have preferred methods. I triangulate risks. But at some point, I just go, go, go. I do take risks. I just do. Sometimes on purpose, or just for a gas, but often because that is where the world, reality, other people, myself, and even fate have lead me. Right to that edge, and at a time and situational point where other options aren't available. So... Over that edge I go, and with as much gusto as I can muster.
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Look. Most people, that probably includes you, do not understand fishing with a golden hook. You, literally and figuratively, won't do it. I was created, breed, born, raised, and trained to do it. Try to get a hound not to sniff or a cat not to claw. It is what I do. I have preferred methods. I triangulate risks. But at some point, I just go, go, go. I do take risks. I just do. Sometimes on purpose, or just for a gas, but often because that is where the world, reality, other people, myself, and even fate have lead me. Right to that edge, and at a time and situational point where other options aren't available. So... Over that edge I go, and with as much gusto as I can muster.
Roast.
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The roasts from the cow I helped butcher were okay, at first. But... the flavor was a bit odd. It's just different. And I started... cutting back eating it. The hamburger could be mixed with other hamburger to blend it out easily. Not so with the roasts. Well, tonight, I figured the roasts out. Pressure cooking them, with a bit of garlic powder, salt, pepper, and oregano. Forty minutes later and... that roast is as good as any pot roast you could think to buy anywhere. Sliced thin it will make one of the best sandwich meats you could buy. Even the texture isn't off, and with no artificial beefy "natural" or not flavoring (which I simply don't like). I am loving that pressure cooker. Before I am finished for the night, however, I do believe I will pressure cook another meat, a pork roast from the hog I had butchered. That reminds me, I need to order another hog. It takes about three months for one to be ready, which is just about right. They aren't as heavily smoked, the smoked parts, as I am used to. But that is both good and bad and balances out. There really is such a thing as too smoky, at least for me. And mild, you know, I think on even those things with which I like extra smoke? I think it will grow on me. I'm sort of easy, if it may not seem like it.
The goal, of course, is to have everything cleaned before I go to bed. It may be another day or two before I can hit any real work. I have the rug shampoo and steam vac ready, I just need to find the clear plastic runners so I have a psychologically (and physically, hate wet socks) path to walk. But I can tinker in this time. I might try to make some egg noodles tomorrow, and leave them out to dry, for a beef or pork or beef and pork noodle special Wednesday. It'll be an experiment. My mom used to make them once or twice a month. It's a lot of work, but not heavy or hard work. Mostly, at least for a guy. Cleanup is what will hit me in the pocket.
I have been working on sudoku. Improvements have been easy to see. At the easier end I am doing okay, but not really improving. It's at the middle and upper levels where I am doing much better. I am actually in sudoku training mode. So, actually, right now, I am not worried about times. I am taking my time to try to pick through spotting things, just with the eye. I hate doing minutia analysis. Not my thing. I want, and really need, to do things on the fly. It's how I work best. I have noted, at the very highest levels, I may or may not be able to train up quick mind-eye-hand responses. The... methods and... patterns... might be too complex. We will see. I've only been at it a few days. Perhaps I am being a bit too hard on myself? Ah well, I'll... know more... about the truth of these things and more... someday.
Later.
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The roasts from the cow I helped butcher were okay, at first. But... the flavor was a bit odd. It's just different. And I started... cutting back eating it. The hamburger could be mixed with other hamburger to blend it out easily. Not so with the roasts. Well, tonight, I figured the roasts out. Pressure cooking them, with a bit of garlic powder, salt, pepper, and oregano. Forty minutes later and... that roast is as good as any pot roast you could think to buy anywhere. Sliced thin it will make one of the best sandwich meats you could buy. Even the texture isn't off, and with no artificial beefy "natural" or not flavoring (which I simply don't like). I am loving that pressure cooker. Before I am finished for the night, however, I do believe I will pressure cook another meat, a pork roast from the hog I had butchered. That reminds me, I need to order another hog. It takes about three months for one to be ready, which is just about right. They aren't as heavily smoked, the smoked parts, as I am used to. But that is both good and bad and balances out. There really is such a thing as too smoky, at least for me. And mild, you know, I think on even those things with which I like extra smoke? I think it will grow on me. I'm sort of easy, if it may not seem like it.
The goal, of course, is to have everything cleaned before I go to bed. It may be another day or two before I can hit any real work. I have the rug shampoo and steam vac ready, I just need to find the clear plastic runners so I have a psychologically (and physically, hate wet socks) path to walk. But I can tinker in this time. I might try to make some egg noodles tomorrow, and leave them out to dry, for a beef or pork or beef and pork noodle special Wednesday. It'll be an experiment. My mom used to make them once or twice a month. It's a lot of work, but not heavy or hard work. Mostly, at least for a guy. Cleanup is what will hit me in the pocket.
I have been working on sudoku. Improvements have been easy to see. At the easier end I am doing okay, but not really improving. It's at the middle and upper levels where I am doing much better. I am actually in sudoku training mode. So, actually, right now, I am not worried about times. I am taking my time to try to pick through spotting things, just with the eye. I hate doing minutia analysis. Not my thing. I want, and really need, to do things on the fly. It's how I work best. I have noted, at the very highest levels, I may or may not be able to train up quick mind-eye-hand responses. The... methods and... patterns... might be too complex. We will see. I've only been at it a few days. Perhaps I am being a bit too hard on myself? Ah well, I'll... know more... about the truth of these things and more... someday.
Later.
Just... chuckling.
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While I hope to be one some day, the trick is... well... not as straightforward as it looks on paper sometimes. For every her there is a him. Her first love. Even when everything is right, if it looks a little off, or sounds a little off? Yeah. But then... I resemble that remark. If I ever have daughters, Lord help the lad who thinks to win her hand, alive. So I do understand.
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While I hope to be one some day, the trick is... well... not as straightforward as it looks on paper sometimes. For every her there is a him. Her first love. Even when everything is right, if it looks a little off, or sounds a little off? Yeah. But then... I resemble that remark. If I ever have daughters, Lord help the lad who thinks to win her hand, alive. So I do understand.
How do you know?
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With the world being so relativistic seeming, how can a man tell if he has put in all he can? How do I know I worked? Calves are still burning, muscles are sore everywhere, and my ribs feel like I am halfway through recovering from a 15 round match. Yeah, I put it all in, then crammed on the lid and put some more in. What I did when help arrived was about a quarter of what I did, and the dreg ends so not the heavier part. Worth it. Not only did it... make less work, I think it added motivation. It showed... an instinct to cleanliness? It's the little detail work that usually beats me up. It would be easier if everything weight 75 pounds and had a place to go. Paperwork? Tiddly bits? No clue. None. Zero. Like radar in a tinfoil shower... useless. Two full days up, doing what I could, when I could, as I could. I am fighting tooth and nail to keep it right.
Oh, sure, I am greatly out of shape. I have all but literally been sitting since I September. And I will probably be sitting for a while longer. In the shop on a lift? Yeah. But it looks like the engine has made it through another year. I'm not sure who is betting for or against, I just wish they were more open so I could put money on that horse. I think it's got a lot of road ahead of it. And, actually, with the place set back up, it might be much easier to get to other things.
Oh, and, yeah. I found the carpet soap. I haven't found the plastic runners though, yet. Hmm, another reason to call my mom. She is doing a bit better, after the last call, and is getting packed. Still, more annoyance is good when the sun isn't shining and it is hard cold. I know, some days when I don't want to answer the phone, I still do for her. And it does help. Not what they say, what they do, you know. And that trick works around the clock. I should be careful with my advice!
Later.
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With the world being so relativistic seeming, how can a man tell if he has put in all he can? How do I know I worked? Calves are still burning, muscles are sore everywhere, and my ribs feel like I am halfway through recovering from a 15 round match. Yeah, I put it all in, then crammed on the lid and put some more in. What I did when help arrived was about a quarter of what I did, and the dreg ends so not the heavier part. Worth it. Not only did it... make less work, I think it added motivation. It showed... an instinct to cleanliness? It's the little detail work that usually beats me up. It would be easier if everything weight 75 pounds and had a place to go. Paperwork? Tiddly bits? No clue. None. Zero. Like radar in a tinfoil shower... useless. Two full days up, doing what I could, when I could, as I could. I am fighting tooth and nail to keep it right.
Oh, sure, I am greatly out of shape. I have all but literally been sitting since I September. And I will probably be sitting for a while longer. In the shop on a lift? Yeah. But it looks like the engine has made it through another year. I'm not sure who is betting for or against, I just wish they were more open so I could put money on that horse. I think it's got a lot of road ahead of it. And, actually, with the place set back up, it might be much easier to get to other things.
Oh, and, yeah. I found the carpet soap. I haven't found the plastic runners though, yet. Hmm, another reason to call my mom. She is doing a bit better, after the last call, and is getting packed. Still, more annoyance is good when the sun isn't shining and it is hard cold. I know, some days when I don't want to answer the phone, I still do for her. And it does help. Not what they say, what they do, you know. And that trick works around the clock. I should be careful with my advice!
Later.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Still rather done in.
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Too tired and sore to do much. I tinkered with one of my rifles though. There were a few things I wanted to check. One thing of note, it wasn't packed with grease. It is fine to fire, if I would still like to give it a thorough cleaning first. As well, after cleaning, I would like to polish some of the parts. I did a bit of polishing, to see what kind of work I was looking at. Not much effort will be needed, just a bit of time, a goodly bit. I did remove the front grip, as it blocked larger sized magazines. There are a number of parts I would like to replace, a few others I am considering replacing or adding, but I can't see putting furniture on the thing that would make the thing more expensive than a better rifle. As well, I may consider giving it a duracoat finish, for longevity of the rifle. It is a project I can work on over time, something to do or tinker with. A man thing.
I pulled meat out of the freezer. I am going to use the pressure cooker some more this week. And, with the workspaces cleared, and dishes done and being kept up as I go, I may do something fancy, like make home-made egg noodles. Later this week, if I can get out, I might buy a small can of filling and make my own smaller fruit pie, more like those fruit pies that are just filling surround by crust, like a hot pocket. Diabetic, not dead. There might even be low sugar pie filling.
Little things I have been considering can now go forward. The goal is to not fall back, for as long as I can. I did dishes last night, right away. After I was done tinkering with my rifle, I put the tools away, and I am keeping up, for now. Then again, I got behind right when I was down. Spending so much energy up, at, and on the return from Burning Man, then the medicine problem. I never got caught up, just kept falling further behind. This is a totally different situation, and I am further up towards a mended state, possibly verging on being back in the saddle, or it's visible after one more increase in dosage. I might be able to keep up a little to a lot better. Time will tell.
I best get to bed. It is very late. Good night.
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Too tired and sore to do much. I tinkered with one of my rifles though. There were a few things I wanted to check. One thing of note, it wasn't packed with grease. It is fine to fire, if I would still like to give it a thorough cleaning first. As well, after cleaning, I would like to polish some of the parts. I did a bit of polishing, to see what kind of work I was looking at. Not much effort will be needed, just a bit of time, a goodly bit. I did remove the front grip, as it blocked larger sized magazines. There are a number of parts I would like to replace, a few others I am considering replacing or adding, but I can't see putting furniture on the thing that would make the thing more expensive than a better rifle. As well, I may consider giving it a duracoat finish, for longevity of the rifle. It is a project I can work on over time, something to do or tinker with. A man thing.
I pulled meat out of the freezer. I am going to use the pressure cooker some more this week. And, with the workspaces cleared, and dishes done and being kept up as I go, I may do something fancy, like make home-made egg noodles. Later this week, if I can get out, I might buy a small can of filling and make my own smaller fruit pie, more like those fruit pies that are just filling surround by crust, like a hot pocket. Diabetic, not dead. There might even be low sugar pie filling.
Little things I have been considering can now go forward. The goal is to not fall back, for as long as I can. I did dishes last night, right away. After I was done tinkering with my rifle, I put the tools away, and I am keeping up, for now. Then again, I got behind right when I was down. Spending so much energy up, at, and on the return from Burning Man, then the medicine problem. I never got caught up, just kept falling further behind. This is a totally different situation, and I am further up towards a mended state, possibly verging on being back in the saddle, or it's visible after one more increase in dosage. I might be able to keep up a little to a lot better. Time will tell.
I best get to bed. It is very late. Good night.
Doing morning rounds.
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Slept long and hard. My throat was is dried out from snoring, and there were a few other things that suggested I slept hard. As well, I am a bit sore. Some soreness is from muscle usage and angles. I did a lot of dishes and I haven't otherwise been able to be active lately, so I really pushed my physical body, within the givens. Not dead so I will recover. Oh, and I finished the dishes last night, before I went to bed, all of them, including the cast iron skillet. Love that thing, by the way, at least when I can keep women and soap away from it. It's almost got a year of fats rightly keeping it non-stick and 'alive'.
It'll be a day or three before I am back on my feet. That's just the way of it. I pushed everything, and without any real ability to prep. But I am in a great place to push further. A clean fish bowl makes pushing, and wanting to push, much easier as well. Like a dog after a flea bath, I tell you. What next? Bedroom and steam vacuuming, on the short lists. I'll practice with the rugs that I can set aside or otherwise not use. Unlike Iowa, carpets out here dry within a day or two. I was surprised. Still, I'll need to figure out the living room, find those long runner rugs and stick to a path. I might have plastic ones somewhere. Hmm... where is the rug shampoo stuff?
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Slept long and hard. My throat was is dried out from snoring, and there were a few other things that suggested I slept hard. As well, I am a bit sore. Some soreness is from muscle usage and angles. I did a lot of dishes and I haven't otherwise been able to be active lately, so I really pushed my physical body, within the givens. Not dead so I will recover. Oh, and I finished the dishes last night, before I went to bed, all of them, including the cast iron skillet. Love that thing, by the way, at least when I can keep women and soap away from it. It's almost got a year of fats rightly keeping it non-stick and 'alive'.
It'll be a day or three before I am back on my feet. That's just the way of it. I pushed everything, and without any real ability to prep. But I am in a great place to push further. A clean fish bowl makes pushing, and wanting to push, much easier as well. Like a dog after a flea bath, I tell you. What next? Bedroom and steam vacuuming, on the short lists. I'll practice with the rugs that I can set aside or otherwise not use. Unlike Iowa, carpets out here dry within a day or two. I was surprised. Still, I'll need to figure out the living room, find those long runner rugs and stick to a path. I might have plastic ones somewhere. Hmm... where is the rug shampoo stuff?
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