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Okay. I keep trying to figure out a musical response. And, while I can do it safely from my side, the music that fits would too easily be misconstrued to most other minds. Probably all. Even those who know me best know me not half so well as they should think. Well, and we all have a predilection to see ourselves as the center of things. Not a judgment. I'm just as guilty as any other, often enough. Further, for the most part, the quickest way to confuse someone is to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Still, I'm working on it. I might have it, or not. Thinking...
While I do need a bit of rest, that effort was rather heavy duty, I also don't want to fall too far. Actually, I don't want to fall at all. My goal is to get out even tomorrow. I don't care what it is I do. Most likely a very little bit of shopping. Grocery shopping and for a small spool of lighter fishing line... say 3-5# test, perhaps another a bit heavier, in order to begin practicing with the fly reel and rod. I am out of milk, and just about out of cream. Hmm... though for a while, until I get used to not having coffee, perhaps I should look for a cream substitute? Nah.
I really am going to have to figure out how to change my life. Perhaps coffee is sort of still necessary. At least until I can get into some kind of real shape, if that is possible. If I get to a spot where I am able to do more, for longer, then I should begin looking at options for change. I may begin eating a lot more eggs, boiled mostly. It's a very cheap, here anyway, form of protein and fat mix. Some beginning body builders start with those. Not that I am even considering becoming a body builder, but I do need to increase muscle mass a bit, and push stamina. Eggs would be an extremely good food for that. But only if I am burning enough calories to handle the fat.
I do plan to begin working out, as well. An empty olympic barbell, to start. Along with empty dumbbells, and the curl bar. Plus hiking and paddling, and simply getting out more often, even if just to shoot. I need to keep my body about as sore as it has been for these last few days, pretty much nonstop. I have to relearn to not just push through, but embrace the pain. I need to actually regenerate my sweettooth for physical pain, or I will not be able to survive in the wild. Even then, it may be a test. Once I get set up, then I can gear down a bit.
As I go through things, I will need to shift various things. There will be no milk out there. Even when camping, milk doesn't last long. Eggs don't either. And while coffee lasts, it isn't an easy thing to keep in supply, and tend. It's a lot of work, a modern, technical, and civilized, consumable. A luxury I won't want to maintain, at least until I have done the work to make it possible more easily. But, for a while, I can continue to live on the milk and honey of the land of the lazy and weak... until I can pull away, a piece, part, food, notion, at a time.
Oh, and that does mean I plan on figuring out how to keep my place clean, what I need to start getting ready to remove from my life and home, and things like that. I won't just focus on the physical. I have to focus on all aspects, and push. You can't be unkempt in bear country. You have to do either do the easy part, and maintain, or do the hard part and figure out how to make those things easier and then do the hard part of making that happen. It's just the way it goes, if you want to actually live, survive. I'm not considering these things just to go out and die, or set myself up for failure. While I might well fail, it won't be from being an idiot. Or... a willful idiot anyway.
Later.
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Yeah, days and nights are in a twist.
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Every time I push like that, days and nights simply have to adjust by themselves. If I was still camping, the chatter and music would help me figure things out. Here at home there simply isn't enough outside stimulus. Then again, I couldn't take that much stimulus for long. I'd eventually sneak away. Generally, for a week and maybe as long as a month, I could handle... people. Longer than that and I would find a quiet place, of mind if that is all that was available, of body at the first physical chance minus having to damage someone to get it. Unless I am extremely ill, then it simply doesn't matter. That year in the hospital I was mostly sleeping. Couldn't get enough sleepppp!
I did get the ice chests in. I emptied the water out of both, and saved the last of the ice. I put that in the smaller cooler and then put that in the freezer. I emptied the big one and am letting it air dry a bit. The big one still had at least half of the ice I had put in, a third of that had gone to water. Not bad, given that it had been in the auto or in direct hot sun from day one, that it hadn't been full to the brim with ice, that there was a dry box in there (a thick styrofoam container, what they send insulin in) and a metal steamer tray. The metal one was used for butter, mayo, cukes, bottles of salad dressing, and such, while the styrofoam one was used for lettuce and carrots. So, it was far from full of ice, if I did finish packing it with ice when I got to Snowflake.
I also pulled my pack in. Those are the three heaviest, and bulkiest, items. The rest should be easy. I didn't put my tent up, officially. It will be easy to take up stairs, leaving it open, draping it over a few things until it is ready for proper storage. I try to brush off, then air dry a bit, all of my gear... even if it didn't rain or collect dew. Really, not too much else to unloading. Oh, I suppose the water has some weight to it. Five gallon jugs are about forty pounds, but that is child's play. Cleaned before, and clean water, so I'll just keep them as is. The rest is pretty much mild fluff. I did leave a jacket, one of my favorites. I'll have to think about how to get that back.
I'll try, today, to give a call. I just want them to know I am good, that they weren't part of any problem, that I'm just a twit sometimes. Wrong or right, as I mentioned, I have to do what I believe I should do. And I do it. I call my girls big babies, when they are being churlish, childish, or such, but tell them they are just fine for it. It makes them part of the club. Not a great thing, always. Just nothing to worry too much about. We all go there. But, if they wish to blame something, I'll take that hit. I still think it was reasoned, given my givens. I just don't always expect to be understood, don't feel that explaining would help, and am a little different anyway. I should be able to finish unpacking tonight. I want the Xter to be ready to fit the boat when she arrives. Hmm... I may keep the ground cloth tarp out, as a safer place upon which to inflate the boat. It'll work for now, if I need a larger, or a smaller tarp would work, I might get another. But for now, this one will work.
I am feeling a good deal better. Still a bit stiff and sore, but I won't let that hold me up. Something else I may do is look for my dry bags, and put a couple of sets of clothing in those, and an extra pair of boots, and begin gearing up a pack for river and lake runs. Camping gear too, from fire to cook to line to... you know. I really am looking forward to getting out. Hmm... I might even try to talk my friend... ol' one leg... into going for an easy row. Perhaps the fellow heart problem friend. I doubt if they will go, but who knows. Just something different for them. This boat will fit all three, if I can heard those cats in. Dang kids. Yeah... out, gotta get out.
Later.
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Every time I push like that, days and nights simply have to adjust by themselves. If I was still camping, the chatter and music would help me figure things out. Here at home there simply isn't enough outside stimulus. Then again, I couldn't take that much stimulus for long. I'd eventually sneak away. Generally, for a week and maybe as long as a month, I could handle... people. Longer than that and I would find a quiet place, of mind if that is all that was available, of body at the first physical chance minus having to damage someone to get it. Unless I am extremely ill, then it simply doesn't matter. That year in the hospital I was mostly sleeping. Couldn't get enough sleepppp!
I did get the ice chests in. I emptied the water out of both, and saved the last of the ice. I put that in the smaller cooler and then put that in the freezer. I emptied the big one and am letting it air dry a bit. The big one still had at least half of the ice I had put in, a third of that had gone to water. Not bad, given that it had been in the auto or in direct hot sun from day one, that it hadn't been full to the brim with ice, that there was a dry box in there (a thick styrofoam container, what they send insulin in) and a metal steamer tray. The metal one was used for butter, mayo, cukes, bottles of salad dressing, and such, while the styrofoam one was used for lettuce and carrots. So, it was far from full of ice, if I did finish packing it with ice when I got to Snowflake.
I also pulled my pack in. Those are the three heaviest, and bulkiest, items. The rest should be easy. I didn't put my tent up, officially. It will be easy to take up stairs, leaving it open, draping it over a few things until it is ready for proper storage. I try to brush off, then air dry a bit, all of my gear... even if it didn't rain or collect dew. Really, not too much else to unloading. Oh, I suppose the water has some weight to it. Five gallon jugs are about forty pounds, but that is child's play. Cleaned before, and clean water, so I'll just keep them as is. The rest is pretty much mild fluff. I did leave a jacket, one of my favorites. I'll have to think about how to get that back.
I'll try, today, to give a call. I just want them to know I am good, that they weren't part of any problem, that I'm just a twit sometimes. Wrong or right, as I mentioned, I have to do what I believe I should do. And I do it. I call my girls big babies, when they are being churlish, childish, or such, but tell them they are just fine for it. It makes them part of the club. Not a great thing, always. Just nothing to worry too much about. We all go there. But, if they wish to blame something, I'll take that hit. I still think it was reasoned, given my givens. I just don't always expect to be understood, don't feel that explaining would help, and am a little different anyway. I should be able to finish unpacking tonight. I want the Xter to be ready to fit the boat when she arrives. Hmm... I may keep the ground cloth tarp out, as a safer place upon which to inflate the boat. It'll work for now, if I need a larger, or a smaller tarp would work, I might get another. But for now, this one will work.
I am feeling a good deal better. Still a bit stiff and sore, but I won't let that hold me up. Something else I may do is look for my dry bags, and put a couple of sets of clothing in those, and an extra pair of boots, and begin gearing up a pack for river and lake runs. Camping gear too, from fire to cook to line to... you know. I really am looking forward to getting out. Hmm... I might even try to talk my friend... ol' one leg... into going for an easy row. Perhaps the fellow heart problem friend. I doubt if they will go, but who knows. Just something different for them. This boat will fit all three, if I can heard those cats in. Dang kids. Yeah... out, gotta get out.
Later.
Friday, May 1, 2015
While I rest, I can't forget some things.
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I sent an email to cancel the lodging for what was going to be my return trip. There is a 24 hour advance notice requirement, which should be fine. I will call tomorrow, making sure the email was received, and that the cancellation has been accepted.
I am feeling better. I will unload gear and all tomorrow. While still a resting day, I believe I can get some or all of that done. The ice chests first, the rest as I get to it. The rest of this week is pretty much done. It wasn't the drive up, or even the load of work leading up to, and away from, camp. It was simply all of the work and driving in such a compressed cycle. Too much. Still, if I can recover quickly enough, I should be back to things by the beginning or middle of next week. Now, though, I know I can do a lot more than I thought. Quite a run.
After I unpack, I will probably get started on my old rods and reels. There shouldn't be so much wrong with them that a little oil won't get them back in order and quickly. I then need to find my fishing tackle box, to see what I already have. I also need to find an anchor. I probably have the right kind of rope for that around somewhere. It's fairly inexpensive if not. Looking over materials about rigging an anchor, and other means of tying off, and various notions about kayaking in general, and inflatable ones in particular, has been happening off and on since I returned home. Ah, but I need to find out if I have to register my kayak, and if so where and how. That will be my next task, actually.
I figure fishing from the kayak will give me something to do while I rest. It might be a reason to go places I might not otherwise have gone. Excuses are okay, but reasons are what really motivate me. If I don't have a reason to climb a mountain, I won't. If paddling an extra mile nets me nothing but an extra mile to paddle back, I can't see how that is useful. Curiosity is only mildly stronger than an excuse. No, I have to have a reason, or at least believe there is a reason, to go or do something, anything. Kayaking, itself, is based on a need, or perceived need or want, both actually. No more, no less. The ability to travel where roads don't exist, to fish and hunt and haul such as I might catch or hunt back with less body trauma... things like that.
I will need to learn to live much more humbly if I am to have a chance of living in the wild. I won't have ribeye up there. I won't have milk, butter, cream, or even coffee. No soda, no McDonalds. Simple, humble, hard. But, in another sense, quite easy. If I blunder too much, the mistake isn't jail, or a hospital, but either a slow harsh lesson in what not to do as I gimp through to recovery, or death. Alluring? I am not even writing about Alaska. I mean, just out there... in the forests, on rivers and lakes, and none of them all that far from here. I am not sure if one can get so lost as to die in the marshes, not these anyway. You'd have to be a special kind of OCD special for that. Worst case, look for a farm, leave your craft if you have become too weak from lack of food, and if need be, crawl to the farm. They probably wouldn't even shoot at you! :p I best start changing some of how I eat, work, and play. Even if I don't move, I will be changing how I live.
Later.
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For a kayak, I don't need to register. However, with a sail, or perhaps even with a trolling motor, I would need to register. Maybe. I may call or visit one of their offices for a more thorough questioning. Both the trolling motor and windsock type of sail, may be below the radar. Still, I would like a written allowance if that is what is said. You know that no matter what you say Soandwhositz said means nothing to Joe the Ranger on the river or lake, but a written allowance puts the thing between those two, not with you as collateral. Probably. Though your equipment might get swiped, at least for a while. Bureaucracy loves you and wants to keep you and everybody else safe... no it doesn't and isn't. It's an ego maniac looking for someone to screw with.
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I sent an email to cancel the lodging for what was going to be my return trip. There is a 24 hour advance notice requirement, which should be fine. I will call tomorrow, making sure the email was received, and that the cancellation has been accepted.
I am feeling better. I will unload gear and all tomorrow. While still a resting day, I believe I can get some or all of that done. The ice chests first, the rest as I get to it. The rest of this week is pretty much done. It wasn't the drive up, or even the load of work leading up to, and away from, camp. It was simply all of the work and driving in such a compressed cycle. Too much. Still, if I can recover quickly enough, I should be back to things by the beginning or middle of next week. Now, though, I know I can do a lot more than I thought. Quite a run.
After I unpack, I will probably get started on my old rods and reels. There shouldn't be so much wrong with them that a little oil won't get them back in order and quickly. I then need to find my fishing tackle box, to see what I already have. I also need to find an anchor. I probably have the right kind of rope for that around somewhere. It's fairly inexpensive if not. Looking over materials about rigging an anchor, and other means of tying off, and various notions about kayaking in general, and inflatable ones in particular, has been happening off and on since I returned home. Ah, but I need to find out if I have to register my kayak, and if so where and how. That will be my next task, actually.
I figure fishing from the kayak will give me something to do while I rest. It might be a reason to go places I might not otherwise have gone. Excuses are okay, but reasons are what really motivate me. If I don't have a reason to climb a mountain, I won't. If paddling an extra mile nets me nothing but an extra mile to paddle back, I can't see how that is useful. Curiosity is only mildly stronger than an excuse. No, I have to have a reason, or at least believe there is a reason, to go or do something, anything. Kayaking, itself, is based on a need, or perceived need or want, both actually. No more, no less. The ability to travel where roads don't exist, to fish and hunt and haul such as I might catch or hunt back with less body trauma... things like that.
I will need to learn to live much more humbly if I am to have a chance of living in the wild. I won't have ribeye up there. I won't have milk, butter, cream, or even coffee. No soda, no McDonalds. Simple, humble, hard. But, in another sense, quite easy. If I blunder too much, the mistake isn't jail, or a hospital, but either a slow harsh lesson in what not to do as I gimp through to recovery, or death. Alluring? I am not even writing about Alaska. I mean, just out there... in the forests, on rivers and lakes, and none of them all that far from here. I am not sure if one can get so lost as to die in the marshes, not these anyway. You'd have to be a special kind of OCD special for that. Worst case, look for a farm, leave your craft if you have become too weak from lack of food, and if need be, crawl to the farm. They probably wouldn't even shoot at you! :p I best start changing some of how I eat, work, and play. Even if I don't move, I will be changing how I live.
Later.
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For a kayak, I don't need to register. However, with a sail, or perhaps even with a trolling motor, I would need to register. Maybe. I may call or visit one of their offices for a more thorough questioning. Both the trolling motor and windsock type of sail, may be below the radar. Still, I would like a written allowance if that is what is said. You know that no matter what you say Soandwhositz said means nothing to Joe the Ranger on the river or lake, but a written allowance puts the thing between those two, not with you as collateral. Probably. Though your equipment might get swiped, at least for a while. Bureaucracy loves you and wants to keep you and everybody else safe... no it doesn't and isn't. It's an ego maniac looking for someone to screw with.
While I rest.
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I plot! My escape is imminent! Well... escape, imminent, and some other definitions are always... hrmm... debatable. But the idea is sound.
I have been looking over where to escape. Or, where to practice my escape? Or, how to practice living, surviving, when I get to where I am escaping? Who ever knows. Practicality based on ideals is a funny thing. So, that makes me a funny thing. Funny, too, is a debatable term. Never to worry, for good or ill, I don't die well. Even if I disappear, I will be grumbling, mumbling, and stumbling my way through a rather long life. I need it to be hard, it seems. It isn't to test things, it is to not be dependent. Dependency is murder. Even death is kinder than many forms of "care". No, wait, death is definitely kinder, than almost all forms of "care", "concern", and such. I understand, that is what most people know anymore. All save a very few.
Oh, but waters to begin learning to paddle, load, camp, and such, in the state, have been loaded onto a site, for easy perusal. here. There are others not listed that I know about, though I would have to check allowances, requirements, and the rest. I will also need to check whether my craft needs to be registered, on which waters, and how. Bleh. I won't go into Colorado, but I might check Idaho and Montana. I don't think Nevada would have much. Still... But Idaho and Montana are much closer, perhaps even Wyoming. Arizona is too far, and probably wouldn't have much either. Though I may have to take a trip down that way, sometime, to see a friend. Might look around before I go, and make a nice mess of the trip.
I am also looking at accessories for my craft. A sail, of some sort, for example. There is one that can turn the craft into a true sailing vessel, but at $600, I'd have to become much more serious, or be near a massive body of water, to consider. But there are much smaller, less expensive, options. As well, a trolling motor would be good for a number of reasons, in certain places. Both have their limitations, some might be excluded from some waters, but having both could certainly make solo expeditions much more simple, sure. If I am going to make it in the boonies, solo, a little insurance is good. Though, really, I have to plan on, and be able to, make it on my own.
The boat should be in within this next week, as well as the extra seats. I am hoping to be in shape to head out for my first session pretty quickly. The hope is to be on the water within a week, the quicker the better, after getting the gear. I will want a few items with the boat, such as an anchor. Neoprene waders would be handy as well, though not required immediately. I do have several wet suits, one full and one a john suit, and neoprene boots. A bit of a chore in hot weather, but would do well enough. Then again, a pair of water shoes, shorts, t-shirt, and sunscreen, may be all that is really needed to start things off.
I plan to take just enough to have dry clothes, food and a way to prepare it, water and the water purifier, and just enough else that I would feel right should I have to spend a night out. The plan would be a simple couple of hours out, then a couple of hours back. The first few times in the water will be finding out where to pack things, how to pack them, and how to use the boat. Nothing fancy, no intention of a camping trip (just tending the possibility), no whitewater, not much. Ah, but... finally... I believe getting a map and a waterproof(tm) gps system might be the way to go. There are buoys out there, where I will be starting, but going off those could lead to difficulty finding the way back. Probably a very good item to have if I am going to Alaska anyway, especially since I will be looking for the tourists and going the other way. Nothing personal, just not out as a tourist. Plus, wherever people are? That is where bureaucracy will rear it's nasty head. Do this! Don't do that! Definitely do not do this, that, or that, or we will have your head! If a bear attacks, be a sport and just die! Bleh. Avoid tourists for your life.
Still sore, still a bit stiff. Too much driving... or... a lot of driving. I can only imagine what paddling for six to eight hours a day, against even a mild wind, will be like. Putting up for a day or two, then hitting it again, will be the only way to get in shape. But there may well be portages. Some necessary, some just to split the thing between hiking and paddling for variety. I don't know, sounds like fun to me. I really have to get set up for various forms of fishing. I'll check my regular rods and reals, grease or oil as needed, and get that gear set up... plus get cracking on the fly fishing part of it. Hopefully, by mid-month, I will have enough of that going, plus the raft, to buy a license and begin learning how to fish. I'm hungry for fish, and maybe even for fishing.
Later.
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I plot! My escape is imminent! Well... escape, imminent, and some other definitions are always... hrmm... debatable. But the idea is sound.
I have been looking over where to escape. Or, where to practice my escape? Or, how to practice living, surviving, when I get to where I am escaping? Who ever knows. Practicality based on ideals is a funny thing. So, that makes me a funny thing. Funny, too, is a debatable term. Never to worry, for good or ill, I don't die well. Even if I disappear, I will be grumbling, mumbling, and stumbling my way through a rather long life. I need it to be hard, it seems. It isn't to test things, it is to not be dependent. Dependency is murder. Even death is kinder than many forms of "care". No, wait, death is definitely kinder, than almost all forms of "care", "concern", and such. I understand, that is what most people know anymore. All save a very few.
Oh, but waters to begin learning to paddle, load, camp, and such, in the state, have been loaded onto a site, for easy perusal. here. There are others not listed that I know about, though I would have to check allowances, requirements, and the rest. I will also need to check whether my craft needs to be registered, on which waters, and how. Bleh. I won't go into Colorado, but I might check Idaho and Montana. I don't think Nevada would have much. Still... But Idaho and Montana are much closer, perhaps even Wyoming. Arizona is too far, and probably wouldn't have much either. Though I may have to take a trip down that way, sometime, to see a friend. Might look around before I go, and make a nice mess of the trip.
I am also looking at accessories for my craft. A sail, of some sort, for example. There is one that can turn the craft into a true sailing vessel, but at $600, I'd have to become much more serious, or be near a massive body of water, to consider. But there are much smaller, less expensive, options. As well, a trolling motor would be good for a number of reasons, in certain places. Both have their limitations, some might be excluded from some waters, but having both could certainly make solo expeditions much more simple, sure. If I am going to make it in the boonies, solo, a little insurance is good. Though, really, I have to plan on, and be able to, make it on my own.
The boat should be in within this next week, as well as the extra seats. I am hoping to be in shape to head out for my first session pretty quickly. The hope is to be on the water within a week, the quicker the better, after getting the gear. I will want a few items with the boat, such as an anchor. Neoprene waders would be handy as well, though not required immediately. I do have several wet suits, one full and one a john suit, and neoprene boots. A bit of a chore in hot weather, but would do well enough. Then again, a pair of water shoes, shorts, t-shirt, and sunscreen, may be all that is really needed to start things off.
I plan to take just enough to have dry clothes, food and a way to prepare it, water and the water purifier, and just enough else that I would feel right should I have to spend a night out. The plan would be a simple couple of hours out, then a couple of hours back. The first few times in the water will be finding out where to pack things, how to pack them, and how to use the boat. Nothing fancy, no intention of a camping trip (just tending the possibility), no whitewater, not much. Ah, but... finally... I believe getting a map and a waterproof(tm) gps system might be the way to go. There are buoys out there, where I will be starting, but going off those could lead to difficulty finding the way back. Probably a very good item to have if I am going to Alaska anyway, especially since I will be looking for the tourists and going the other way. Nothing personal, just not out as a tourist. Plus, wherever people are? That is where bureaucracy will rear it's nasty head. Do this! Don't do that! Definitely do not do this, that, or that, or we will have your head! If a bear attacks, be a sport and just die! Bleh. Avoid tourists for your life.
Still sore, still a bit stiff. Too much driving... or... a lot of driving. I can only imagine what paddling for six to eight hours a day, against even a mild wind, will be like. Putting up for a day or two, then hitting it again, will be the only way to get in shape. But there may well be portages. Some necessary, some just to split the thing between hiking and paddling for variety. I don't know, sounds like fun to me. I really have to get set up for various forms of fishing. I'll check my regular rods and reals, grease or oil as needed, and get that gear set up... plus get cracking on the fly fishing part of it. Hopefully, by mid-month, I will have enough of that going, plus the raft, to buy a license and begin learning how to fish. I'm hungry for fish, and maybe even for fishing.
Later.
Mostly a resting day.
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Ribs are pretty sore, arms seem to be okay for now. I did push, apparently not too far. I don't know when I will unpack, but I am hoping to get that done yet today. The coolers are the main concern. The last time I left things out, one of the ice chests... well... it took a year of cleaning and fussing with it to get most of the odor out. That isn't one I took, if not for that reason. I may put a box of Arm & Hammer in that one, see if I can finish it. Anyway, the main goal is to get the coolers out, emptied, and set up to dry. The only somewhat heavy item is my pack. That will be next. Most of my clothes are still clean. The dirty clothes are in a sack, so if I get those out and to the washroom in a timely manner, I can probably just put the other clothes up right away. The rest of it is mostly just leg work. Some things will take a very minor fuss, such as laying the tent out for a bit of fresh air before stowing it, as with the sleeping mat. I took a lot less this time, so it should all be good.
My boat should be here very early in the week, same with the extra seats. The extra seats are made for easy flat water. Who knows, I may have that up and out within a week, maybe less, of their arrival. We have good water here, for exploring. I have been looking at the rivers and lakes within miles, for some time, curious about where they go. And, I could always get my fishing license while I am at it. I'll probably skip the veteran discount. You have to go to a regional office, apply, probably wait (and hope)? Yeah, I'll just get a regular license. Plus, the chance of being razzed as a vet goes down if they don't know. Then again, who knows how much they know after doing a radio check. No one is anonymous anymore.
As I said, a bit sore. But I honestly expected to be in worse shape. I thought my lungs would be a bit funky, from the strain. That actually cleared them, I think. It did show me just how far I can push though. And it makes me want to begin pushing like that much more often. Paddling, setting up camp, hiking, then hiking and camping with the pack I took this time. Fewer clothes, food, gear, and a few other things to make up the difference, but sixty to eighty on my back. I would really, eventually yet this summer, like to find a place to paddle camp. Perhaps an easier river, or some large lake that has camping areas on it's shores. Don't know, exactly. Not sure any of it will happen. Just a goal, a hope.
Tylenol, then medicine after a bit of coffee. Later.
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Ribs are pretty sore, arms seem to be okay for now. I did push, apparently not too far. I don't know when I will unpack, but I am hoping to get that done yet today. The coolers are the main concern. The last time I left things out, one of the ice chests... well... it took a year of cleaning and fussing with it to get most of the odor out. That isn't one I took, if not for that reason. I may put a box of Arm & Hammer in that one, see if I can finish it. Anyway, the main goal is to get the coolers out, emptied, and set up to dry. The only somewhat heavy item is my pack. That will be next. Most of my clothes are still clean. The dirty clothes are in a sack, so if I get those out and to the washroom in a timely manner, I can probably just put the other clothes up right away. The rest of it is mostly just leg work. Some things will take a very minor fuss, such as laying the tent out for a bit of fresh air before stowing it, as with the sleeping mat. I took a lot less this time, so it should all be good.
My boat should be here very early in the week, same with the extra seats. The extra seats are made for easy flat water. Who knows, I may have that up and out within a week, maybe less, of their arrival. We have good water here, for exploring. I have been looking at the rivers and lakes within miles, for some time, curious about where they go. And, I could always get my fishing license while I am at it. I'll probably skip the veteran discount. You have to go to a regional office, apply, probably wait (and hope)? Yeah, I'll just get a regular license. Plus, the chance of being razzed as a vet goes down if they don't know. Then again, who knows how much they know after doing a radio check. No one is anonymous anymore.
As I said, a bit sore. But I honestly expected to be in worse shape. I thought my lungs would be a bit funky, from the strain. That actually cleared them, I think. It did show me just how far I can push though. And it makes me want to begin pushing like that much more often. Paddling, setting up camp, hiking, then hiking and camping with the pack I took this time. Fewer clothes, food, gear, and a few other things to make up the difference, but sixty to eighty on my back. I would really, eventually yet this summer, like to find a place to paddle camp. Perhaps an easier river, or some large lake that has camping areas on it's shores. Don't know, exactly. Not sure any of it will happen. Just a goal, a hope.
Tylenol, then medicine after a bit of coffee. Later.
Well, okay.
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Truth be told, I did go to Saguaro Man. It was a long drive. From the time I woke for the haircut, until I pulled into my midway stop for sleep, I had been awake for 28 hours. I slept for twelve hours then drove the rest of the way to the campsite. I then set up my tent and gear. I helped another set up his tent, and another rearrange his camp in several ways. Then, my friends showed and I helped (mildly) them set up their camp. Me and the Mrs. chatted more than helped, I think. Though, honestly, I think she was doing, mostly, what she could. He was just getting a bit grumpy from hunger. *chomp* No really frayed nerves, just a little nip and bark, until things were mostly in order and food was started.
A few drinks, some talk. Mostly everyone was tired. They went out for an evening stroll, and then I did. I stopped at several camps, talked, but then came to a conclusion that unhinged me. I am known. I won't get into particulars, and it's not for debate. Not once, or twice, but several times, I realized some things. So... I picked up camp and headed out. Beside that not being the right place to be known for this blog, I... never mind. I decided to return home.
So, unrested, and after a long day of driving and working, I sorted, stored, figured, packed, and left. Being late and such, I ended up spending the first seven or eight hours only getting about five to six hours of driving in on the correct path. By which time I was completely bushed. I found a hotel and pulled in. Luckily, there was a room open. They had been booked the night before, someone must have left early, and the room either was prepped or became prepared, and I took it. Charged for two days, since I was checking in at 7:00 or 8:00... but at that point, I really didn't care.
I crashed until a maid knocked on the door about noon. Yeah, it woke me. It shouldn't have, but when I'm in foreign (hostile, always hostile, if it's foreign) places, I did nearly impossibly wake. Caught before she came in. I was only able to sleep until 16:00 after that. Witch! I then had a bite to eat, and once again hit the road. Chenle or some such, along 191, in Arizona, is where I stopped. After that, I drove until I arrived at the cave at about 4:00. I won't be unloading the Xterra until my shoulders stop being numb! That was a lot of driving, and work, in a very short period of time.
I keep thinking, though... something is going to have to happen with the blog. Or not. Hmm, maybe, until I go, I won't do anything in which tickets are purchased, people might know me from here, and some other things. I need to, personally, become invisible again. What is funny though, is when I am finally recognized? The awe that I really don't look like I am on death's door, or a really old infirm man. They are expecting the appearance of a gimped up old man, maybe with a cane, barely walking, looking tired, deadish. And... to teens and 20 and 30 somethings I may appear that way, it is no more than normal for my age. Perhaps less, but debatable.
Oh, tired. Sore and tired. Stiff, sore, tired, and... tired. Did I mention that I am tired? :p Yeah, no, definitely ready for some sack time. I hope I am feeling up to unloading in the "morning". Good night.
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Truth be told, I did go to Saguaro Man. It was a long drive. From the time I woke for the haircut, until I pulled into my midway stop for sleep, I had been awake for 28 hours. I slept for twelve hours then drove the rest of the way to the campsite. I then set up my tent and gear. I helped another set up his tent, and another rearrange his camp in several ways. Then, my friends showed and I helped (mildly) them set up their camp. Me and the Mrs. chatted more than helped, I think. Though, honestly, I think she was doing, mostly, what she could. He was just getting a bit grumpy from hunger. *chomp* No really frayed nerves, just a little nip and bark, until things were mostly in order and food was started.
A few drinks, some talk. Mostly everyone was tired. They went out for an evening stroll, and then I did. I stopped at several camps, talked, but then came to a conclusion that unhinged me. I am known. I won't get into particulars, and it's not for debate. Not once, or twice, but several times, I realized some things. So... I picked up camp and headed out. Beside that not being the right place to be known for this blog, I... never mind. I decided to return home.
So, unrested, and after a long day of driving and working, I sorted, stored, figured, packed, and left. Being late and such, I ended up spending the first seven or eight hours only getting about five to six hours of driving in on the correct path. By which time I was completely bushed. I found a hotel and pulled in. Luckily, there was a room open. They had been booked the night before, someone must have left early, and the room either was prepped or became prepared, and I took it. Charged for two days, since I was checking in at 7:00 or 8:00... but at that point, I really didn't care.
I crashed until a maid knocked on the door about noon. Yeah, it woke me. It shouldn't have, but when I'm in foreign (hostile, always hostile, if it's foreign) places, I did nearly impossibly wake. Caught before she came in. I was only able to sleep until 16:00 after that. Witch! I then had a bite to eat, and once again hit the road. Chenle or some such, along 191, in Arizona, is where I stopped. After that, I drove until I arrived at the cave at about 4:00. I won't be unloading the Xterra until my shoulders stop being numb! That was a lot of driving, and work, in a very short period of time.
I keep thinking, though... something is going to have to happen with the blog. Or not. Hmm, maybe, until I go, I won't do anything in which tickets are purchased, people might know me from here, and some other things. I need to, personally, become invisible again. What is funny though, is when I am finally recognized? The awe that I really don't look like I am on death's door, or a really old infirm man. They are expecting the appearance of a gimped up old man, maybe with a cane, barely walking, looking tired, deadish. And... to teens and 20 and 30 somethings I may appear that way, it is no more than normal for my age. Perhaps less, but debatable.
Oh, tired. Sore and tired. Stiff, sore, tired, and... tired. Did I mention that I am tired? :p Yeah, no, definitely ready for some sack time. I hope I am feeling up to unloading in the "morning". Good night.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Yeah, no.
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After a bit of sleep, I am still sore and tired. I'll be going back to bed almost immediately as well. Crap sandwiches and hemlock soda! Hmm... Nah, not that hungry. Anyway... I have decided to call the Cats, see what is happening, let them know, and all that. I hope they don't hate me. I do, a little. At least I've got a good pout going on. I doubt if I will post for a while... probably. Just so dang mad. At least I haven't been messing the place up, though I haven't been cleaning, either. PJ's, coffee, medicine, and pout. Don't want no stinking food! Too sore to enjoy, cook, clean up after, or anything anyway.
Later.
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After a bit of sleep, I am still sore and tired. I'll be going back to bed almost immediately as well. Crap sandwiches and hemlock soda! Hmm... Nah, not that hungry. Anyway... I have decided to call the Cats, see what is happening, let them know, and all that. I hope they don't hate me. I do, a little. At least I've got a good pout going on. I doubt if I will post for a while... probably. Just so dang mad. At least I haven't been messing the place up, though I haven't been cleaning, either. PJ's, coffee, medicine, and pout. Don't want no stinking food! Too sore to enjoy, cook, clean up after, or anything anyway.
Later.
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Well...
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I was finally able to catch the Cats. Desert says, 'Well, okay. Just take care, make what of it you can, no worries'. He knows I pushed well beyond my ability, so far. His health can bug him, so he knows, personally, what overextending can do. The Mrs. seems to like Doom, but hate him too. I swear, cross-eyed cats and women... or is it the other way around? Depends on how close you can get your finger to the bridge of their nose? :p
I am feeling a little better. Lower back is just killing me though. It's like a muscle danced with a nerve and they both got hooked up on my hip, on both sides. Would that be a ballroom event, or does it take more couples? Youch but I shouldn't joke about that. I'll be walking regular before you know it. If I get to feeling better, I'll let you know before I go anywhere.
No, no work. While I did get the Xter packed, I am not taking a damn thing out, even if I end up going nowhere. Not until I can walk without looking like I need a cane, or even a walker. I've got to say, prospects are not good. Actually, I think it is about time to either make the call on the reservation or head out. Not looking good at all. Sometimes it just doesn't work out.
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I was finally able to catch the Cats. Desert says, 'Well, okay. Just take care, make what of it you can, no worries'. He knows I pushed well beyond my ability, so far. His health can bug him, so he knows, personally, what overextending can do. The Mrs. seems to like Doom, but hate him too. I swear, cross-eyed cats and women... or is it the other way around? Depends on how close you can get your finger to the bridge of their nose? :p
I am feeling a little better. Lower back is just killing me though. It's like a muscle danced with a nerve and they both got hooked up on my hip, on both sides. Would that be a ballroom event, or does it take more couples? Youch but I shouldn't joke about that. I'll be walking regular before you know it. If I get to feeling better, I'll let you know before I go anywhere.
No, no work. While I did get the Xter packed, I am not taking a damn thing out, even if I end up going nowhere. Not until I can walk without looking like I need a cane, or even a walker. I've got to say, prospects are not good. Actually, I think it is about time to either make the call on the reservation or head out. Not looking good at all. Sometimes it just doesn't work out.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Too tired.
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It doesn't look like I'll be going today, as I had planned. I'm tanked. Stiff, sore, tired. Too stiff, sore, and tired. I'll let the Cats know. Wouldn't want them worrying. I'll keep the return reservation open, to see if I can make it for some of the time. If not, I have 24/48 hours to cancel. I should have known not to push so hard. Ah well, live and learn, innit. I'm not even going to post more than this. Sleeepppp! Later.
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It doesn't look like I'll be going today, as I had planned. I'm tanked. Stiff, sore, tired. Too stiff, sore, and tired. I'll let the Cats know. Wouldn't want them worrying. I'll keep the return reservation open, to see if I can make it for some of the time. If not, I have 24/48 hours to cancel. I should have known not to push so hard. Ah well, live and learn, innit. I'm not even going to post more than this. Sleeepppp! Later.
I couldn't move fast enough to get to sleep.
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The water jugs were easier than I thought they would be. That was a big part of why I was dragging, actually. I've only got a few hours to sleep if I want to get out early. I know if I sleep, there is a decent chance I won't be out as I had hoped. Still, not sure a long drive is in the works without some sleep.
I have to wrap a few things up, but the last of it is all together, sitting on the big cooler. One of the tricks will be fitting the coolers in, especially that big one. I have ice to help cool them down until I can stock them full of ice. It's heavy just as is. With meat and the rest in there, it is going to be a chore. Unlike the water. I think, empty, it weighs as much as two jugs. Then again, if I just add one bag of ice up front, and the meat and such, it should be doable. Once fully loaded with ice, I may need a hand with it.
I can't believe how many small details I had to manage right at the end. I guess I hadn't planned it out as well as I had hoped. Though, then again, maybe that is just the way it goes. Even with the problems, it seemed to go much easier this time. Though my body is sore, stiff, tired, a minor headache is working it's way through. The final bit of packing, then I'll decide about a nap, or sleep.
Burning some serious mojo just getting ready. Yeah, but I have a place, and day, to sleep a bit more than half way. Yeah, I'll probably do just fine. Later. Or good night. You probably won't know until I am there, or wake... Wait, you won't know if I am there. If you hear nothing? I'm either there or dead. *grins* Both sound rather inviting at the moment. Later, much later, or until early next month!
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The water jugs were easier than I thought they would be. That was a big part of why I was dragging, actually. I've only got a few hours to sleep if I want to get out early. I know if I sleep, there is a decent chance I won't be out as I had hoped. Still, not sure a long drive is in the works without some sleep.
I have to wrap a few things up, but the last of it is all together, sitting on the big cooler. One of the tricks will be fitting the coolers in, especially that big one. I have ice to help cool them down until I can stock them full of ice. It's heavy just as is. With meat and the rest in there, it is going to be a chore. Unlike the water. I think, empty, it weighs as much as two jugs. Then again, if I just add one bag of ice up front, and the meat and such, it should be doable. Once fully loaded with ice, I may need a hand with it.
I can't believe how many small details I had to manage right at the end. I guess I hadn't planned it out as well as I had hoped. Though, then again, maybe that is just the way it goes. Even with the problems, it seemed to go much easier this time. Though my body is sore, stiff, tired, a minor headache is working it's way through. The final bit of packing, then I'll decide about a nap, or sleep.
Burning some serious mojo just getting ready. Yeah, but I have a place, and day, to sleep a bit more than half way. Yeah, I'll probably do just fine. Later. Or good night. You probably won't know until I am there, or wake... Wait, you won't know if I am there. If you hear nothing? I'm either there or dead. *grins* Both sound rather inviting at the moment. Later, much later, or until early next month!
Does it always take longer than you thought?
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Yes, it actually does take longer. A lot longer. Well, and you always forget some of the little detail work, or extra things. I have most things packed and loaded in spite of that. I have to fill the water jugs, put the hibachi in, deal with the meats and other foods if that is for the morning. I have the map-directions sorted and ready, I just need to check my email, and put the name of the camp director/leader/whatnot on several of the pages of the directions. Oh, and figure out how to pack the last of the bigger bags of foodstuffs. Bleh. When I pick up the steaks, I am going to see if they have dishpans. Those are perfect for bathing, washing dishes, just about anything. Oh! I best bring some forks and knives. And put butter into the kit that is to go in the cool-but-not frozen section. Gah!
While I was resting I did a bit of research on the inflatable kayaks. I compared the two models more closely, the 380x and the 420x. What I found was, that for taller people, the 420x was a better fit. Definitely for two paddlers, but also if taking camping gear for a bit or longer. The difference in performance, in those conditions, was negligible. So... I decided on the 420x. It's what I really wanted anyway, just a bit pricier and I feared it would be harder to handle solo. With the one problem eliminated, I went for it over cost. I found a site that was offering a special. A fearful thing, but there seemed enough legit about them to take a risk. So, I dropped the hammer before I got cold feet, and the deal went away. A forty two pound craft that can handle class IV whitewater, and carry a payload of up to 850 pounds? Yep. Now, I wouldn't try that at the same time, even if it was packed by a pro. Still, three hundred pounds of gear and myself, most likely, would be fine on whitewater, up to a point. I ordered the pro package, which means lower seats. I also want the deluxe seats, for flatwater. It's a matter of how high you sit in the boat, between the types of seats. I went with a pro-package because I couldn't find pro seats, on their own, but could find deluxe. I also ordered a motor mount. I don't know when I could get a motor, battery, and recharger, but the mount was enough less, added to the deal and the package, that it seemed prudent. I will also need to purchase a live preserver... Wait, I may have one of those. Fugly, but it should work. If I can find it, didn't toss it? Never mind.
Yeah, my body is grumpy, my mind is tired, but I want to fill and load the water jugs, get the maps to the auto, get the grill in, then grab and pack silverware of some sort. I'll take a little nap then, set the alarm, have my clothes ready to go, and sail out somewhere between 6:00 and noon at the latest, I hope.
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Yes, it actually does take longer. A lot longer. Well, and you always forget some of the little detail work, or extra things. I have most things packed and loaded in spite of that. I have to fill the water jugs, put the hibachi in, deal with the meats and other foods if that is for the morning. I have the map-directions sorted and ready, I just need to check my email, and put the name of the camp director/leader/whatnot on several of the pages of the directions. Oh, and figure out how to pack the last of the bigger bags of foodstuffs. Bleh. When I pick up the steaks, I am going to see if they have dishpans. Those are perfect for bathing, washing dishes, just about anything. Oh! I best bring some forks and knives. And put butter into the kit that is to go in the cool-but-not frozen section. Gah!
While I was resting I did a bit of research on the inflatable kayaks. I compared the two models more closely, the 380x and the 420x. What I found was, that for taller people, the 420x was a better fit. Definitely for two paddlers, but also if taking camping gear for a bit or longer. The difference in performance, in those conditions, was negligible. So... I decided on the 420x. It's what I really wanted anyway, just a bit pricier and I feared it would be harder to handle solo. With the one problem eliminated, I went for it over cost. I found a site that was offering a special. A fearful thing, but there seemed enough legit about them to take a risk. So, I dropped the hammer before I got cold feet, and the deal went away. A forty two pound craft that can handle class IV whitewater, and carry a payload of up to 850 pounds? Yep. Now, I wouldn't try that at the same time, even if it was packed by a pro. Still, three hundred pounds of gear and myself, most likely, would be fine on whitewater, up to a point. I ordered the pro package, which means lower seats. I also want the deluxe seats, for flatwater. It's a matter of how high you sit in the boat, between the types of seats. I went with a pro-package because I couldn't find pro seats, on their own, but could find deluxe. I also ordered a motor mount. I don't know when I could get a motor, battery, and recharger, but the mount was enough less, added to the deal and the package, that it seemed prudent. I will also need to purchase a live preserver... Wait, I may have one of those. Fugly, but it should work. If I can find it, didn't toss it? Never mind.
Yeah, my body is grumpy, my mind is tired, but I want to fill and load the water jugs, get the maps to the auto, get the grill in, then grab and pack silverware of some sort. I'll take a little nap then, set the alarm, have my clothes ready to go, and sail out somewhere between 6:00 and noon at the latest, I hope.
Monday, April 27, 2015
My back!
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Stooping, lifting, packing, moving, it is getting to me. I do have the gear in, and the clothes packed. I am just figuring out some of the small details. Coffee, personal care items, I still have to fill water tanks, all sorts of small details. And, the dishes. I am not sure if I can push through and get those washed or not. Lets flip a coin and go with not. But I still need to drain them. What else? Map printouts, stapling them in groups, and writing a name on them. It seems like there is always more. I will set the coolers near the freezer. Actually, the last one. One is in the freezer, one is near it. Ugh! Running out of steam.
I have to pick up an order on my way through town. I'll gas up the next town over, better prices and no worse traffic. Then I'll drive until I need more gas. I did call the store, and set up an earlier readiness for the order. I will have to put some ice in the coolers, might yet do that tonight. Just to get them chilled. I'll finish loading ice when I get to the store to pick up the order. Their cooler is indoors, and the ice is always rock solid. Then just a drive. I am hoping to be good and tired by the time I check in. Perhaps sleep right away, but be ready to go early the next morning. A 4:00 jump would see me in just as they opened, if I get a fill and maybe a bite on the way I won't race the gate.
I'm only writing, mind you, to clear my head and allow focus after such a short sleep. I won't promise I will be out early, only that I should be able to be out early if it all works. Hmm, not sure if I printed out the hotel number. I could just write that on a couple of the maps. The thing about these trips, is you never really know what to bring. This time I am bringing almost nothing. Just what I need to wear, and eat, and small gifting items. None of the baubles and goop that I took before. I didn't use a thing of it. I just drove myself nuts trying to pack according to a recommended list. Bleh.
Well... a bit of music and resting, then back to the grind. Later.
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Stooping, lifting, packing, moving, it is getting to me. I do have the gear in, and the clothes packed. I am just figuring out some of the small details. Coffee, personal care items, I still have to fill water tanks, all sorts of small details. And, the dishes. I am not sure if I can push through and get those washed or not. Lets flip a coin and go with not. But I still need to drain them. What else? Map printouts, stapling them in groups, and writing a name on them. It seems like there is always more. I will set the coolers near the freezer. Actually, the last one. One is in the freezer, one is near it. Ugh! Running out of steam.
I have to pick up an order on my way through town. I'll gas up the next town over, better prices and no worse traffic. Then I'll drive until I need more gas. I did call the store, and set up an earlier readiness for the order. I will have to put some ice in the coolers, might yet do that tonight. Just to get them chilled. I'll finish loading ice when I get to the store to pick up the order. Their cooler is indoors, and the ice is always rock solid. Then just a drive. I am hoping to be good and tired by the time I check in. Perhaps sleep right away, but be ready to go early the next morning. A 4:00 jump would see me in just as they opened, if I get a fill and maybe a bite on the way I won't race the gate.
I'm only writing, mind you, to clear my head and allow focus after such a short sleep. I won't promise I will be out early, only that I should be able to be out early if it all works. Hmm, not sure if I printed out the hotel number. I could just write that on a couple of the maps. The thing about these trips, is you never really know what to bring. This time I am bringing almost nothing. Just what I need to wear, and eat, and small gifting items. None of the baubles and goop that I took before. I didn't use a thing of it. I just drove myself nuts trying to pack according to a recommended list. Bleh.
Well... a bit of music and resting, then back to the grind. Later.
Why not haiku?
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I realized it a bit ago. But with one of the haiku writers having written, and a fine, haiku, I didn't want to spoil her moment. As that isn't what this was about. I found a great deal of resistance to my haiku writing. I wasn't all that aware, back then. But I could sense it. Part of the reason I couldn't get more information, as I do see in the dark, is because those who resented my work could not identify the problem. Political. Yes, there was that. It was more than that though, a lot more. I have thought about it through time. I, as I said, recently figured it out.
Idealism. Haiku, traditionally, is supposed to be ideal. It also is to exclude humanity. I am notably anti-ideal. If you can't eat it, or ____ it, piss on it. Not... absolutely, mind you. But the gist is there. Further, humans were almost the whole of my topics. Technically, I am anti-haiku. This irritates poets. Whether the poetry works, more so if it does. But being of the ideal, the poetic, they have no means of reasoning out why my sort of poetry causes such profound anger, or loathing. Yes, but that is the reason.
No, I don't believe in, or even in the concept, of poetry. I have pretty much hated it since childhood. I have tried to like it, or find parts of it I could enjoy, and I have absolutely failed. Frost? Eat me. Stupid people who can't deal with life, who dig into what isn't so as to avoid what is. Thankfully, most poets starved. *smile* As did most artists. And for good reason. I find it even more a joy that many of their works are now nearly priceless, but they got not but pennies in their day. Such effort should not be rewarded, especially some of it. The good ones, true artists, are rewarded. Those of the ideal, who are wise, keep their day job, and just dabble in the insane, the foolish, and whatnot, on their own, as a reward of it's own. That I can respect. Just not trying to become rich or famous on the drivel. Let them eat their pens, pencils, paint, and/or canvas. I suppose one could say, to some forms of art, I am agnostic, at best. Probably more artistically atheist to some forms of art.
Don't take it hard. I can enjoy your work, as an after affect of life. I just cannot tolerate the ideals behind the idealism that is often expressed. To exclude humanity from art that is created by, and intended to be enjoyed by, humans, is an affront to my mind. Fundamentally, it is removing the artist, and thus the art, from the art. It is to art what communism is to government, the soul, the church. Dead, death, retribution for the secular sin of living. A horror.
I don't really care for my haiku, but it is human, and reality based. I might start dabbling in it again. It doesn't lie about the hardship of life, the truth of sin, the beauty of mankind, suffering, or anything else. It doesn't seek to escape. Yes... I think I should begin again. I just won't join a community. I am as much anathema to them as their idealism to me. Only, for them, it is personal, often, even if they don't know why. I now know why. Yeah, I feel much better about that particular itch, and my poetry, now.
I best get going. Perhaps I will write some poetry on the way, or there, or on the way back. Later.
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I realized it a bit ago. But with one of the haiku writers having written, and a fine, haiku, I didn't want to spoil her moment. As that isn't what this was about. I found a great deal of resistance to my haiku writing. I wasn't all that aware, back then. But I could sense it. Part of the reason I couldn't get more information, as I do see in the dark, is because those who resented my work could not identify the problem. Political. Yes, there was that. It was more than that though, a lot more. I have thought about it through time. I, as I said, recently figured it out.
Don't take it hard. I can enjoy your work, as an after affect of life. I just cannot tolerate the ideals behind the idealism that is often expressed. To exclude humanity from art that is created by, and intended to be enjoyed by, humans, is an affront to my mind. Fundamentally, it is removing the artist, and thus the art, from the art. It is to art what communism is to government, the soul, the church. Dead, death, retribution for the secular sin of living. A horror.
I best get going. Perhaps I will write some poetry on the way, or there, or on the way back. Later.
Four hours.
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Not quite, and not straight through. That is the number of hours of sleep I got, give or take. I went down about 9:30, set the alarm for 12:00, then after a bit of a struggle, reset the alarm for 13:00. Then I had to jump and run, shower, dress, and drive. I got four or five miles out of town when I realized I needed to go back for something. *tick-tock tick-tock* I made it, on time, for my appointment. Give or take. Zoom, clickety clack go the scissors. Bzz, go the trimmers. I let her know that rumors of things to come are just that. Ignore even the horse, I may have suggested. Then headed out. A stop at the bank, a trip to the store. I got some of it, set some of it up for a pickup tomorrow. Hmm... actually, I may call and see if the order can be picked up even earlier.
A lunch, somewhere, right after the trim. Oh, and I set up an appointment to begin learning the French braid when I get back, near the end of next month. She thinks we ought to do a true mohawk. I like the idea, but that would mean my hair would make me stand to 7'4", as it is now! Which, on the surface, sounds really cool. Until you realize I am already ducking some doors and have to drive. I want to learn to braid first. She suggested getting before the 4th, and going with read white and blue? Sounds cool to me. Gotta figure out how to get one of those, too. A son, to teach right? First I have to find a wife that doesn't freak. Yeah... I'll stick with the mohawk, for now. Perhaps, though, we could do a mohawk, but slick it down and back? Something. Oh, it'll get noticed. I already get notice with my hair as is.
Hmm... what do I have to do tonight? Ah, pack clothes and sundry, load everything, store the various food items, but to be ready to pack first thing tomorrow. And, if I can, hit the dishes. If all else fails, I will drain the dishes and just let them air dry while I am gone. Stagnant water gets nasty fast. Oh, and I hope to remember to get a stack of checks to the city utility, to be put in the box as I leave. I don't guarantee that, depends on if I can find a new check fill easily enough, and find time and mind to write them and store them in an envelope to go. Bleh.
Just a bit of rest, from my run to town, first. Ugh. Oh, I best call the store, and change the pick-up time. I may try to make an really early run. If they are open for check in by 14:00, I could leave here around 7:00 and make it just on time, assuming no stops (which means a seven to eight hour drive, but really means more like ten hours with gas and a food stop). Then I can lounge until I leave for the camp site tomorrow, and early. The longest part of the trip is the first day. I think there is five to seven hours (depending on gas and or food stops). I could make sandwiches, but where is the fun in that. One more hassle, one too many.
Later.
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Hmm... what do I have to do tonight? Ah, pack clothes and sundry, load everything, store the various food items, but to be ready to pack first thing tomorrow. And, if I can, hit the dishes. If all else fails, I will drain the dishes and just let them air dry while I am gone. Stagnant water gets nasty fast. Oh, and I hope to remember to get a stack of checks to the city utility, to be put in the box as I leave. I don't guarantee that, depends on if I can find a new check fill easily enough, and find time and mind to write them and store them in an envelope to go. Bleh.
Just a bit of rest, from my run to town, first. Ugh. Oh, I best call the store, and change the pick-up time. I may try to make an really early run. If they are open for check in by 14:00, I could leave here around 7:00 and make it just on time, assuming no stops (which means a seven to eight hour drive, but really means more like ten hours with gas and a food stop). Then I can lounge until I leave for the camp site tomorrow, and early. The longest part of the trip is the first day. I think there is five to seven hours (depending on gas and or food stops). I could make sandwiches, but where is the fun in that. One more hassle, one too many.
Later.
I may be pushing too hard.
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I still have the dishes to hit again, then rinse. Trash has to be collected and put out. But I have tended all of the laundry, folded and put up the final two big baskets, sorted what I am taking and put that into one area. I still need to pack that, and get my essentials. Soap, shampoo, toothbrush/paste/floss, and such and sub-pack, then full pack that. Ugh. Running out of juice, lower back is beginning to throb. And, an appointment coming up, plus I need to do last minute shopping of foods and a few dishpans, in case I need to do tent bathing. Oh, and fill the water jugs. I did get them washed out, at least.
I may just have to take a nap. I may be getting a call this morning, so... Oh, wait. I definitely have to get the trash and recycling collected. I'll nix breaking down boxes, but the rest has to go out. That's all I need to come home to! Yeah, I'll get that collected and out, then take a nap. I still think I am easily in better shape this run, then last time. Oh, and I won't be packing for doomsday, as I did the first Burning Man. Men can live much more simply. Only if there is a woman along does it take everything and the moon? More so, anyway. Just the clothes and toilet paper needs for a woman are... extravagant. I'm probably packing more than I need, perhaps more than I will use, but well within reasonable. I've never known a woman who doesn't pack three times as much, and that was the frugal ones. Truth. Oh, I suppose there are special cases. I've just never known one. Actually, I am only taking this much so as to be social (wear clean clothes more often) for women. If it was a man's camp, I'd have two or three shirts, two part of pants and shorts, fresh unders, and probably just three pair of socks. Even my packing is based on the feminine. Bleh. Shows I care though! Mostly.
Yeah, trash. Gotcha. Then a bit of crash time, with my phone near me, and the alarm set. Getting tight and harsh. Later. Much later. Good night, actually, sort of. Double bleh.
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I still have the dishes to hit again, then rinse. Trash has to be collected and put out. But I have tended all of the laundry, folded and put up the final two big baskets, sorted what I am taking and put that into one area. I still need to pack that, and get my essentials. Soap, shampoo, toothbrush/paste/floss, and such and sub-pack, then full pack that. Ugh. Running out of juice, lower back is beginning to throb. And, an appointment coming up, plus I need to do last minute shopping of foods and a few dishpans, in case I need to do tent bathing. Oh, and fill the water jugs. I did get them washed out, at least.
I may just have to take a nap. I may be getting a call this morning, so... Oh, wait. I definitely have to get the trash and recycling collected. I'll nix breaking down boxes, but the rest has to go out. That's all I need to come home to! Yeah, I'll get that collected and out, then take a nap. I still think I am easily in better shape this run, then last time. Oh, and I won't be packing for doomsday, as I did the first Burning Man. Men can live much more simply. Only if there is a woman along does it take everything and the moon? More so, anyway. Just the clothes and toilet paper needs for a woman are... extravagant. I'm probably packing more than I need, perhaps more than I will use, but well within reasonable. I've never known a woman who doesn't pack three times as much, and that was the frugal ones. Truth. Oh, I suppose there are special cases. I've just never known one. Actually, I am only taking this much so as to be social (wear clean clothes more often) for women. If it was a man's camp, I'd have two or three shirts, two part of pants and shorts, fresh unders, and probably just three pair of socks. Even my packing is based on the feminine. Bleh. Shows I care though! Mostly.
Yeah, trash. Gotcha. Then a bit of crash time, with my phone near me, and the alarm set. Getting tight and harsh. Later. Much later. Good night, actually, sort of. Double bleh.
These last tasks seem like murder!
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Well, there are a lot of dishes, and they had to be washed twice. That is always a pain. Laundry isn't so bad. I did the whites, but then had a few whites of a different kind that needed washed. I have done all of my laundry. I mean, just about every stitch I own... well... two thirds of it. I think it will end up being six loads, plus the three loads that had been washed but left untended. Ugh. Lots of little things, as well. I cleaned the toilet bowl, a weekly thing normally. I missed last week, I think. I'll wash it again right before I leave. And there will be laundry from these last days, but not enough to even make a small load.
Looking at the clock, I see I am actually making pretty good time. It isn't the clock, or the effort, that is beginning to flag, but me. When the laundry dries, I'll deal with that quickly. The dishes will wait until I get trash and such out, then to the curb. Then I will choose some shirts to take, and get my clothes and personal care items sorted and packed. That'll be it for today, on those scores. Dragging, flagging, tired.
I have an appointment this afternoon, for one more trim before I go. I'll pack everything this evening, to be ready to head out. I need to pick up a few more things at the store, while I am in town. Then it is off to the races. I guess. Bleh. So tired, but I have things yet to do. I'm be ready to sack out when I get to camp, at least until evening. Then I'll be ready to get out and play! I hope? Probably. Yes, I will.
Later.
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Well, there are a lot of dishes, and they had to be washed twice. That is always a pain. Laundry isn't so bad. I did the whites, but then had a few whites of a different kind that needed washed. I have done all of my laundry. I mean, just about every stitch I own... well... two thirds of it. I think it will end up being six loads, plus the three loads that had been washed but left untended. Ugh. Lots of little things, as well. I cleaned the toilet bowl, a weekly thing normally. I missed last week, I think. I'll wash it again right before I leave. And there will be laundry from these last days, but not enough to even make a small load.
Looking at the clock, I see I am actually making pretty good time. It isn't the clock, or the effort, that is beginning to flag, but me. When the laundry dries, I'll deal with that quickly. The dishes will wait until I get trash and such out, then to the curb. Then I will choose some shirts to take, and get my clothes and personal care items sorted and packed. That'll be it for today, on those scores. Dragging, flagging, tired.
I have an appointment this afternoon, for one more trim before I go. I'll pack everything this evening, to be ready to head out. I need to pick up a few more things at the store, while I am in town. Then it is off to the races. I guess. Bleh. So tired, but I have things yet to do. I'm be ready to sack out when I get to camp, at least until evening. Then I'll be ready to get out and play! I hope? Probably. Yes, I will.
Later.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Pacing.
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The last load is in the dryer, most of the dishes have gotten a first hit, dinner has been eaten. Now I just wait for a bit of settling, then hit it again. Most of my clothes for the trip were sorted last night. Shirts, cloth and tools for the kilt (and accessories), and refuse of both sorts, finishing the laundry and dishes it is hoped, and then packing what will go in the backpack (clothes, mostly, along with personal kit). I think I can it all done tonight.
I ordered test strips for my meter. They came without a chip. I tinkered with it, off and on, but found no way to enter the code. The man who brought supper thought to look into it. Nope, he couldn't find a way either, even with instruction reading. So I went online. There isn't a way. Not that I saw. Great, so they send me useless test strips? I knew they were getting nutty over there, but this? I'll call tomorrow. No real hurry quite yet. I'm not up to full dosage on that... probably. Still, I think that was meant to happen. Typical thin-skinned medical passive-aggressive b.s. Actually, placing that order? I got a lot of feedback. Why do want that? I don't know if we can do it. Yada-yada. From a pharmacy tech? Really? Yeah, best to get out of the V.A. system altogether.
When I get back I will need to begin looking for a for-pay doctor. The first thing I will ask is if they accept medicade or medicare. Those will be scratched off the list. Then I compare what is left. Any doctor with government involvements is likely to be too busy with paperwork, too controlled by/devoted to bureaucracy, and potentially too incompetent for me to trust. Government docs have a blackeye in my book, at this time. And not just because of the V.A. Yeah, definitely gotta get out of here. There is much more that they could do. And, while I could fight and win most of it, I don't want the hassle. If you aren't willing to become a guinea pig ward of the state, do not go to a Veterans' Hospital.
I tore into one of the bags of chips yesterday. Gosh, it's been so long. Now I know why it has been so long. Potato chips suck. I liked the salt and vinegar coating, a bit. The rest of it was like cardboard. That is what you get from either cooking, or having your food cooked, at home, for a long time. Processed foods taste horrid. Meat, potatoes, milk (whole), sour cream, whole cream, maybe vegetables (the woman who often does my cooking can do them well), the rest can be left to rot. I have to eat some of it some of the time, but sure wouldn't want to try to live on it.
Grumpy? Oh, a bit. Just getting the junk out before my next run. Put it down in writing, then move on. I keep thinking about Alaska. The only thing that would keep me from it is probably death. Not a bad option, if you think about it. I even know what to expect, with the hope of more even so. I've come a long way from that first visit. While I might not be foolish enough to expect heaven, I might hope I am humble enough to just let go and let God, this time. It isn't even that I changed my life, though that makes letting go easier. It's that I realize why I changed, what I changed. And, that I entertain life so easily, and attempt to do so rightly, but in faith, not certainty, knowledge, or strength. I do believe I do believe. If the rest of the people wish to live in shallow pools of ego and wit, and decry those who choose faith and humility, let them burn. I see that they do not, and don't believe they need to, listen. Not to me, but to God. So be it.
Later.
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The last load is in the dryer, most of the dishes have gotten a first hit, dinner has been eaten. Now I just wait for a bit of settling, then hit it again. Most of my clothes for the trip were sorted last night. Shirts, cloth and tools for the kilt (and accessories), and refuse of both sorts, finishing the laundry and dishes it is hoped, and then packing what will go in the backpack (clothes, mostly, along with personal kit). I think I can it all done tonight.
I ordered test strips for my meter. They came without a chip. I tinkered with it, off and on, but found no way to enter the code. The man who brought supper thought to look into it. Nope, he couldn't find a way either, even with instruction reading. So I went online. There isn't a way. Not that I saw. Great, so they send me useless test strips? I knew they were getting nutty over there, but this? I'll call tomorrow. No real hurry quite yet. I'm not up to full dosage on that... probably. Still, I think that was meant to happen. Typical thin-skinned medical passive-aggressive b.s. Actually, placing that order? I got a lot of feedback. Why do want that? I don't know if we can do it. Yada-yada. From a pharmacy tech? Really? Yeah, best to get out of the V.A. system altogether.
When I get back I will need to begin looking for a for-pay doctor. The first thing I will ask is if they accept medicade or medicare. Those will be scratched off the list. Then I compare what is left. Any doctor with government involvements is likely to be too busy with paperwork, too controlled by/devoted to bureaucracy, and potentially too incompetent for me to trust. Government docs have a blackeye in my book, at this time. And not just because of the V.A. Yeah, definitely gotta get out of here. There is much more that they could do. And, while I could fight and win most of it, I don't want the hassle. If you aren't willing to become a guinea pig ward of the state, do not go to a Veterans' Hospital.
I tore into one of the bags of chips yesterday. Gosh, it's been so long. Now I know why it has been so long. Potato chips suck. I liked the salt and vinegar coating, a bit. The rest of it was like cardboard. That is what you get from either cooking, or having your food cooked, at home, for a long time. Processed foods taste horrid. Meat, potatoes, milk (whole), sour cream, whole cream, maybe vegetables (the woman who often does my cooking can do them well), the rest can be left to rot. I have to eat some of it some of the time, but sure wouldn't want to try to live on it.
Grumpy? Oh, a bit. Just getting the junk out before my next run. Put it down in writing, then move on. I keep thinking about Alaska. The only thing that would keep me from it is probably death. Not a bad option, if you think about it. I even know what to expect, with the hope of more even so. I've come a long way from that first visit. While I might not be foolish enough to expect heaven, I might hope I am humble enough to just let go and let God, this time. It isn't even that I changed my life, though that makes letting go easier. It's that I realize why I changed, what I changed. And, that I entertain life so easily, and attempt to do so rightly, but in faith, not certainty, knowledge, or strength. I do believe I do believe. If the rest of the people wish to live in shallow pools of ego and wit, and decry those who choose faith and humility, let them burn. I see that they do not, and don't believe they need to, listen. Not to me, but to God. So be it.
Later.
I am simply amazed.
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I sort of thought the work from yesterday would take me down. Or at least that I would be a bit stiff and sore. I don't even have stiffness of bone or muscle. Between seven and eight hours of sleep was quite enough, and I woke easily really. I have the laundry going to finish drying, then plan on hitting the dishes a first time, then jumping into garbage and recycling collection and removal. No kryptonite in sight, so I am not slowing down. If I have it as I wish, I will have two days to just float, essentially, until the first camp day. If I can't sleep at the appropriate times, I will read or more just rest my eyes. My sleep schedule is off, but that fixes itself when completely surrounded by savages! I... I mean... uhrm, people. :p Hey, they could look at you funny or something!
My mom called me, for the first time in ages. She got a good dose of sun after some seeming long period of gloom. The sun, especially after cool and gloom, is one of those natural highs. We might not be able to live on sunshine, but we would have a miserable life without it. In time, I suppose we could get used to it. But some little part of our shine would be lost with it. Assuming, of course, that some means of survival without it were possible. Or we went underground, or water, and were furnished with what we need. She was nearly a songbird. I tried not to get a word in edgewise. I realize, I shine too brightly too often. Don't know how to moderate, always. But today, I did. *chirp, chirp, chirp* Always a good thing to hear.
I've been thinking about a vow of silence. Oh, not sure when, or how I could really do it. Doing it while I'm prepping for what may come is not feasible. Taking that vow in the middle of nowhere, alone, would be silly. I wonder if I could take a day or two, once a month? Just wear a sign, preparing a little badge, and perhaps writing instructions for in case I must communicate? You don't want to be a fool with the notion, or a show-off. It's a complicated notion, in the world. Monks have a set-aside place for it. And an understanding from others, if even that is questioned outside of their demesne. Most people don't even understand celibacy. And don't want to understand. Still, it's been on my mind.
I have been thinking. If I do make a place for myself in Alaska, perhaps building several smaller cabins, for those who wish to visit the land, even apart from me, just on their own, might be an idea. All they have to do is get their and be good neighbors. No hunting, really, unless game was exceptionally available. But fishing, and a quiet life. To heal, hike, live simply, quietly, for a while or longer. Not a commune. My land, and my stuff is mine. Just an offer for a setting. If they wish to connect with manual labor, they could help build another cabin, or create a raised store house, or even help (or on their own, once taught) cut firewood. Actually, they would have to do that on their own, after a point. It wouldn't be a lodge, or for pay. Just... a possibility, assuming the improbable comes to pass at that.
Sleep was good, coffee is good. Still need a bit to wake, then back to it. I really think I can clear the slate for the trip and get the cave in order. When I go to town tomorrow, I might just get a small bucket of chicken so as to not have to cook before I go. One more little thing tended, but a thing that comes with a lot of associated work and clutter and dishes. Later.
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I sort of thought the work from yesterday would take me down. Or at least that I would be a bit stiff and sore. I don't even have stiffness of bone or muscle. Between seven and eight hours of sleep was quite enough, and I woke easily really. I have the laundry going to finish drying, then plan on hitting the dishes a first time, then jumping into garbage and recycling collection and removal. No kryptonite in sight, so I am not slowing down. If I have it as I wish, I will have two days to just float, essentially, until the first camp day. If I can't sleep at the appropriate times, I will read or more just rest my eyes. My sleep schedule is off, but that fixes itself when completely surrounded by savages! I... I mean... uhrm, people. :p Hey, they could look at you funny or something!
My mom called me, for the first time in ages. She got a good dose of sun after some seeming long period of gloom. The sun, especially after cool and gloom, is one of those natural highs. We might not be able to live on sunshine, but we would have a miserable life without it. In time, I suppose we could get used to it. But some little part of our shine would be lost with it. Assuming, of course, that some means of survival without it were possible. Or we went underground, or water, and were furnished with what we need. She was nearly a songbird. I tried not to get a word in edgewise. I realize, I shine too brightly too often. Don't know how to moderate, always. But today, I did. *chirp, chirp, chirp* Always a good thing to hear.
I've been thinking about a vow of silence. Oh, not sure when, or how I could really do it. Doing it while I'm prepping for what may come is not feasible. Taking that vow in the middle of nowhere, alone, would be silly. I wonder if I could take a day or two, once a month? Just wear a sign, preparing a little badge, and perhaps writing instructions for in case I must communicate? You don't want to be a fool with the notion, or a show-off. It's a complicated notion, in the world. Monks have a set-aside place for it. And an understanding from others, if even that is questioned outside of their demesne. Most people don't even understand celibacy. And don't want to understand. Still, it's been on my mind.
I have been thinking. If I do make a place for myself in Alaska, perhaps building several smaller cabins, for those who wish to visit the land, even apart from me, just on their own, might be an idea. All they have to do is get their and be good neighbors. No hunting, really, unless game was exceptionally available. But fishing, and a quiet life. To heal, hike, live simply, quietly, for a while or longer. Not a commune. My land, and my stuff is mine. Just an offer for a setting. If they wish to connect with manual labor, they could help build another cabin, or create a raised store house, or even help (or on their own, once taught) cut firewood. Actually, they would have to do that on their own, after a point. It wouldn't be a lodge, or for pay. Just... a possibility, assuming the improbable comes to pass at that.
Sleep was good, coffee is good. Still need a bit to wake, then back to it. I really think I can clear the slate for the trip and get the cave in order. When I go to town tomorrow, I might just get a small bucket of chicken so as to not have to cook before I go. One more little thing tended, but a thing that comes with a lot of associated work and clutter and dishes. Later.
Still going.
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So much to do, running down on time. Two more loads of laundry, one in the dryer, the other will go in after my socks are done. That is all laundry except whites. I rarely where whites, though I may still finish those off tomorrow just because. It looks like just about all of my whites need washing, so... That will be all of the washing I have, save a rug and the clear shower curtain. I also set up the main pillbox I will be taking, the secondary one was set up the last time I did medicine. The dishes are set to a soak. I also emptied three water containers. I might yet wash and rinse them. I won't fill them until tomorrow, as I used the outside faucet for that and I don't want to do it at night. The inside cold water runs through a water softener. Salty. Several other little things have been taken care of as well. It seems like a lot of work. And, I suppose, it is. But compared to getting out, it is much easier. If nothing else, getting out as often as I have has made domestic work seem much easier.
I still have quite a few things to do. Most of those things can't happen until I am ready to pack, and some things not until I am ready to go. So it isn't as bad as it seems. Basically, loading the vehicle, packing clothes and kit, loading the ice chests, and an appointment tomorrow afternoon. Oh, right, and getting trash and recycling out tonight. I am, probably, ahead of where I thought I would be at this point. So many little details. Money, medicine, food, water, gear, domestics, and so many other things. But it really is feeling almost normal this time. I figure, if I hike a bit, then camp while hiking or fishing, this might even become second nature. And if I can bust myself into shape, perhaps these things won't be quite as much as a push as they now seem? Nah, longer trips will always require a good bit of work, attention to detail, planning, and will feel rushed as the time approaches. Yeah, it's just how it has to be.
Ugh... Just waiting for the laundry to finish so as to cycle it through. I won't leave anything in the washer, even overnight. Too risky, especially if I could (and I could) forget and then be gone for a while. Well fed, well worked, ready for sleep. All very good. Good night.
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So much to do, running down on time. Two more loads of laundry, one in the dryer, the other will go in after my socks are done. That is all laundry except whites. I rarely where whites, though I may still finish those off tomorrow just because. It looks like just about all of my whites need washing, so... That will be all of the washing I have, save a rug and the clear shower curtain. I also set up the main pillbox I will be taking, the secondary one was set up the last time I did medicine. The dishes are set to a soak. I also emptied three water containers. I might yet wash and rinse them. I won't fill them until tomorrow, as I used the outside faucet for that and I don't want to do it at night. The inside cold water runs through a water softener. Salty. Several other little things have been taken care of as well. It seems like a lot of work. And, I suppose, it is. But compared to getting out, it is much easier. If nothing else, getting out as often as I have has made domestic work seem much easier.
I still have quite a few things to do. Most of those things can't happen until I am ready to pack, and some things not until I am ready to go. So it isn't as bad as it seems. Basically, loading the vehicle, packing clothes and kit, loading the ice chests, and an appointment tomorrow afternoon. Oh, right, and getting trash and recycling out tonight. I am, probably, ahead of where I thought I would be at this point. So many little details. Money, medicine, food, water, gear, domestics, and so many other things. But it really is feeling almost normal this time. I figure, if I hike a bit, then camp while hiking or fishing, this might even become second nature. And if I can bust myself into shape, perhaps these things won't be quite as much as a push as they now seem? Nah, longer trips will always require a good bit of work, attention to detail, planning, and will feel rushed as the time approaches. Yeah, it's just how it has to be.
Ugh... Just waiting for the laundry to finish so as to cycle it through. I won't leave anything in the washer, even overnight. Too risky, especially if I could (and I could) forget and then be gone for a while. Well fed, well worked, ready for sleep. All very good. Good night.
Late, but not as late as yesterday.
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I got the clothing, towels, and such sorted. Some of what is going is stacked, under my raincoat in the hopes of keep the girls off the pile. The dishes have been set up. I will wash them in the "morning". I may put another load of laundry in, but I want to have everything back there, for sure, first. (Yeah, right. I always miss something(s).) I may warm some of the pizza up for another go. I've done a bunch of little and bigger things, but I keep needing breaks. Old.
Tomorrow, I hope to finish laundry and dishes, finishing sorting what clothes to pack and getting that packed. Hmm... Oh, and getting the trash and recycling out. If I do that at night... actually I will have to do that tomorrow night. I'm not sure I will be up early enough the following day to get that out. I don't want to be sweating that while I sleep. I never sleep well when I push that. Oh, while I put another load through, I might empty and clean three of the water containers, then refill those so they are ready. But that is it for tonight.
There is always more, isn't there? What gets done will get done. Actually, camping, once I am set up, WILL be a break. Crazy but true. And, the drive, to and fro, isn't so bad, especially with a stop near the middle. A straight through run isn't even bad, it just makes me a bit clumsy when trying to set up. I like to be fresh when arranging camp... at least fresher than a twelve or fourteen hour drive allows.
I've gotta say, I am pleased with what I have done. It's just a start. I still have to pace things, but I am pacing a lot more things, breaking out of the single subject at a time mindset. Now to keep it up. Oh, right, one last thing I want to tend is my utility bill. I think this is the last month that checks are set up for it. I'll try to remember to get a dozen checks filled out and in the drop box before I go. It's as close to automation as I can get, for now. Hmm, instead of pizza, how about some grilled meat? Yes! Later.
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I got the clothing, towels, and such sorted. Some of what is going is stacked, under my raincoat in the hopes of keep the girls off the pile. The dishes have been set up. I will wash them in the "morning". I may put another load of laundry in, but I want to have everything back there, for sure, first. (Yeah, right. I always miss something(s).) I may warm some of the pizza up for another go. I've done a bunch of little and bigger things, but I keep needing breaks. Old.
Tomorrow, I hope to finish laundry and dishes, finishing sorting what clothes to pack and getting that packed. Hmm... Oh, and getting the trash and recycling out. If I do that at night... actually I will have to do that tomorrow night. I'm not sure I will be up early enough the following day to get that out. I don't want to be sweating that while I sleep. I never sleep well when I push that. Oh, while I put another load through, I might empty and clean three of the water containers, then refill those so they are ready. But that is it for tonight.
There is always more, isn't there? What gets done will get done. Actually, camping, once I am set up, WILL be a break. Crazy but true. And, the drive, to and fro, isn't so bad, especially with a stop near the middle. A straight through run isn't even bad, it just makes me a bit clumsy when trying to set up. I like to be fresh when arranging camp... at least fresher than a twelve or fourteen hour drive allows.
I've gotta say, I am pleased with what I have done. It's just a start. I still have to pace things, but I am pacing a lot more things, breaking out of the single subject at a time mindset. Now to keep it up. Oh, right, one last thing I want to tend is my utility bill. I think this is the last month that checks are set up for it. I'll try to remember to get a dozen checks filled out and in the drop box before I go. It's as close to automation as I can get, for now. Hmm, instead of pizza, how about some grilled meat? Yes! Later.
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