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I never can quite tell what term to use when days and nights go catawampus. Sometimes because I am not sure how long I have actually been awake, sometimes because I don't know what tradition would suggest, sometimes just because. The last of the chicken from last week, and next to the last meal of mush, plus a grapefruit and a glass of milk. Anyway, while I was munching, I realized... while working on the anchor trolleys, we didn't really get the knots right. I have a slick little knot packet, offering a number of general knots, but I couldn't find it. I think it might be in my pack, come to think of it. Probably.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Yeah, yeah, cleaned up.
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Someone was knocking at the door. I was seriously indisposed. Knocking, after ringing. No way to get to the door at that moment. Ah well. Then I got a shower in. I didn't want to answer the door until I had showered, though. Still, there wasn't a choice either way. Eating more regularly, and well, that makes... uhrm... things happen.
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Someone was knocking at the door. I was seriously indisposed. Knocking, after ringing. No way to get to the door at that moment. Ah well. Then I got a shower in. I didn't want to answer the door until I had showered, though. Still, there wasn't a choice either way. Eating more regularly, and well, that makes... uhrm... things happen.
Fever last night.
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Fever, stiff neck muscles and upper body joints and such. Rough. Not sure what it was all about. Seems to be gone this "morning". Waking somewhere mid-afternoon, but good. I tried to sleep earlier, sort of like a nap, but that didn't happen. I am getting ready to take a quick shower, then chill. The only things I'd like to do today? A load of laundry. Not absolutely necessary, not that much to do, just keeping up. The few dishes that are dirty, just to start the week fresh. And then hitting the bench. Reading will go on, in both books. Well, I finished the second book of short stories so will be starting on the third. Reading more into the book about butchering, perhaps looking for some specific details, maybe checking about other game or domestic animals, finding more about details... in the book or elsewhere... about ideas that trouble me or raise curiosity. The only thing to know about learning is that a book, or any source including an instructor, is just the beginning. The more you know, the more you may need to know. At some point, it is hoped, you actually apply what you have learned. From that process you may test what you have learned, and learn from it, improving through further contemplation or functional minor or major other efforts. Learning is never over until your ability to apply is gone, or you are dead. So...
Well, maybe a bit of pain. Nothing to worry about. I won't even look for the anacin. I thought about it last night. By that time I was crashing, so skipped looking for something I wouldn't have been able to find. It was as if I had done too much. Then again, I might have been a symptom of sitting, computing, and reading, too much. I really haven't been doing much of that, not in long stretches, for the last three months. Oh, a bit, but often interspersed with other work and play.
I haven't had a treat in a while, so last night I made store-bought peach cobbler. I didn't expect much from it. I had to cook it at a much higher temp, and much longer than the package indicated, but finally got it done to my satisfaction. I made whipped cream for on top. I really didn't expect much, and thought I might have to toss it, to be honest. It was a whimsical purchase, back when I was being less formal about shopping. As it turns, it was actually quite good, even before the whipping cream addition. I have an apple one still in the freezer. I'll try that in a couple of months. Oh, yeah, health and all. But a treat is due to all, even ogres from time to time.
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Fever, stiff neck muscles and upper body joints and such. Rough. Not sure what it was all about. Seems to be gone this "morning". Waking somewhere mid-afternoon, but good. I tried to sleep earlier, sort of like a nap, but that didn't happen. I am getting ready to take a quick shower, then chill. The only things I'd like to do today? A load of laundry. Not absolutely necessary, not that much to do, just keeping up. The few dishes that are dirty, just to start the week fresh. And then hitting the bench. Reading will go on, in both books. Well, I finished the second book of short stories so will be starting on the third. Reading more into the book about butchering, perhaps looking for some specific details, maybe checking about other game or domestic animals, finding more about details... in the book or elsewhere... about ideas that trouble me or raise curiosity. The only thing to know about learning is that a book, or any source including an instructor, is just the beginning. The more you know, the more you may need to know. At some point, it is hoped, you actually apply what you have learned. From that process you may test what you have learned, and learn from it, improving through further contemplation or functional minor or major other efforts. Learning is never over until your ability to apply is gone, or you are dead. So...
Well, maybe a bit of pain. Nothing to worry about. I won't even look for the anacin. I thought about it last night. By that time I was crashing, so skipped looking for something I wouldn't have been able to find. It was as if I had done too much. Then again, I might have been a symptom of sitting, computing, and reading, too much. I really haven't been doing much of that, not in long stretches, for the last three months. Oh, a bit, but often interspersed with other work and play.
I haven't had a treat in a while, so last night I made store-bought peach cobbler. I didn't expect much from it. I had to cook it at a much higher temp, and much longer than the package indicated, but finally got it done to my satisfaction. I made whipped cream for on top. I really didn't expect much, and thought I might have to toss it, to be honest. It was a whimsical purchase, back when I was being less formal about shopping. As it turns, it was actually quite good, even before the whipping cream addition. I have an apple one still in the freezer. I'll try that in a couple of months. Oh, yeah, health and all. But a treat is due to all, even ogres from time to time.
Friday, May 29, 2015
Bedtime early?
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Not sure, but I am sure leaning into sleep. While the sun was out, it seemed mighty cool. That wasn't really the problem though. I simply think I have pushed too hard for too long and it is catching up with me. I'll continue when I can. I will keep trying. I simply piled too much on and need a rest. Clouds or not, cool or not. A plateau or a slip? Time will tell on that. I have been doing bits and pieces, so it's not a stop... not yet.
I did dig into the book about butchering, skipping to venison, deer so far, at least. I was not aware that there is a disease among deer that makes opening bone or messing with brain matter, a problem. It's some kind of wasting disease, like madcow, but not quite as terrible. I have to wonder if that will get into other populations. Moose, elk, caribou, even predators like wolf and bear? It seems, at this point, it doesn't transfer to humans. It sounds like they are fearing it though. It almost sounds like we aren't being told everything, possibly anything, about some things. Just given... a heads up on some things.
I've also been reading more of the fiction. Not sure, but I might reach the last of the three book series before the weekend is out, especially if I am still down. Tomorrow I hope to hit the weights again, though next week I'd like to put two days between each exercise, at least. Now that I am eating better and more regularly, I may begin looking at some other things. I do need energy to burn, I do need protein to repair. It's been a long time since I looked all that closely at diet. Carb loading is out, but that never worked for me. And I don't think my exercises would merit protein loading after workouts, but it might. Just a closer look, now that I have a half decent meal plan.
I need to do a bit more shopping. And pull meat out to grill tomorrow. Brots are super, really do well with the grain type mash. But other pork will do just as well, as does chicken (if I can time it right... too done is rubbery, too raw is... pretty rough and dangerous). Hmm, hamburger, cooked and crumbled, then heated with the mash, might do well too. Fruits are okay, just for something when nothing else sounds good, or as dessert. I've gone back to cream in the coffee, since my lungs have straightened out. Carefully at first, and even now only in every other cup of coffee, give or take. But I'm not using splenda anymore either. Just because. Black or white and bitter. Oh, and I learned, at least with good teas, you can... certain types... steep them multiple times... five, maybe six on some. Some are one shot. I'd like to explore that. An especially good trick for packing, and having something warm to drink after camp is made and bedtime approaches.
Right, a last thought. I think I need to quit commenting. I'm not of a mind to be civil. Not necessarily on purpose. As I push the buttons, civility becomes too think to hold what is under. Most people just want to sail on happy, even if seemingly unhappy, waters. They don't want to be perturbed, questioned, or even bolstered in their doubts. They just want someone to say it's all good, that'll work out, that they are being paranoid. I can't do that. I'll leave you to your hopes that you are wrong, or even your belief that there is no problem at all. I can't help, even if I am right. So... I'll just bite my lip and move along. I understand. I am sure there are some areas I might be too heavy in, and others I won't even see coming myself. Gotta get out of this place, for myself. Even if I am wrong.
Well, yeah, bedtime. Or an attempt at it. Maybe a bite first. Apple, grapefruit? Nah... orange. Good night.
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Not sure, but I am sure leaning into sleep. While the sun was out, it seemed mighty cool. That wasn't really the problem though. I simply think I have pushed too hard for too long and it is catching up with me. I'll continue when I can. I will keep trying. I simply piled too much on and need a rest. Clouds or not, cool or not. A plateau or a slip? Time will tell on that. I have been doing bits and pieces, so it's not a stop... not yet.
I did dig into the book about butchering, skipping to venison, deer so far, at least. I was not aware that there is a disease among deer that makes opening bone or messing with brain matter, a problem. It's some kind of wasting disease, like madcow, but not quite as terrible. I have to wonder if that will get into other populations. Moose, elk, caribou, even predators like wolf and bear? It seems, at this point, it doesn't transfer to humans. It sounds like they are fearing it though. It almost sounds like we aren't being told everything, possibly anything, about some things. Just given... a heads up on some things.
I've also been reading more of the fiction. Not sure, but I might reach the last of the three book series before the weekend is out, especially if I am still down. Tomorrow I hope to hit the weights again, though next week I'd like to put two days between each exercise, at least. Now that I am eating better and more regularly, I may begin looking at some other things. I do need energy to burn, I do need protein to repair. It's been a long time since I looked all that closely at diet. Carb loading is out, but that never worked for me. And I don't think my exercises would merit protein loading after workouts, but it might. Just a closer look, now that I have a half decent meal plan.
I need to do a bit more shopping. And pull meat out to grill tomorrow. Brots are super, really do well with the grain type mash. But other pork will do just as well, as does chicken (if I can time it right... too done is rubbery, too raw is... pretty rough and dangerous). Hmm, hamburger, cooked and crumbled, then heated with the mash, might do well too. Fruits are okay, just for something when nothing else sounds good, or as dessert. I've gone back to cream in the coffee, since my lungs have straightened out. Carefully at first, and even now only in every other cup of coffee, give or take. But I'm not using splenda anymore either. Just because. Black or white and bitter. Oh, and I learned, at least with good teas, you can... certain types... steep them multiple times... five, maybe six on some. Some are one shot. I'd like to explore that. An especially good trick for packing, and having something warm to drink after camp is made and bedtime approaches.
Right, a last thought. I think I need to quit commenting. I'm not of a mind to be civil. Not necessarily on purpose. As I push the buttons, civility becomes too think to hold what is under. Most people just want to sail on happy, even if seemingly unhappy, waters. They don't want to be perturbed, questioned, or even bolstered in their doubts. They just want someone to say it's all good, that'll work out, that they are being paranoid. I can't do that. I'll leave you to your hopes that you are wrong, or even your belief that there is no problem at all. I can't help, even if I am right. So... I'll just bite my lip and move along. I understand. I am sure there are some areas I might be too heavy in, and others I won't even see coming myself. Gotta get out of this place, for myself. Even if I am wrong.
Well, yeah, bedtime. Or an attempt at it. Maybe a bite first. Apple, grapefruit? Nah... orange. Good night.
Oh, right, climbing.
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While I am getting on things, if in a bit of a funk this week, something else has come up. Oh, not for right away. But something that has been on my mind for some time. Climbing, of course. I have some gear for that, I remember bits and pieces, but I don't have the strength and stamina, as I see it, to really begin working with this. Not yet. Even if I seem strong enough, and might be compared to some other men, when weight to strength ratio is measured, I am much weaker than it might seem. While good roping techniques will mitigate that, I do not want to have to depend just on that. I need to be sure that I can handle my own weight, pretty much just with hand and arm strength. For my own reasons. Mechanisms, knots, rope, and even techniques, fail. They just do. Sometimes because of human error... too tired to get the technique right, not paying attention and missing a single loop in a know, forgetting to tie a stop knot, anything, nothing, chance.
Climbing isn't being considered as a sport. While, when the activity gets of the ground it will become a minor sport project, climbing is considered a skill, a survival skill. A way to take a short-cut, either in an emergency or just because a forty mile hike takes a lot longer, more energy, and more risk from wildlife, than a hundred, two hundred, or even more, cliff might offer. And there are reasons to climb trees, as well. Not sure I want to lumberjack that way, but there is caching potential, even sheltering options, if the ground is not friendly or too wet. Simply a skill. One I do not count myself currently well versed regarding, nor intelligent enough (or too intelligent to try) to self teach. Sure, some can, and have. Often missing better techniques, surer knots, and learning with some safety built in. So I went looking.
The place I found is centered on rock climbing, but that would do for a start. There is some, possibly significant, crossover between rock and tree climbing. My guess is, those who do both, have the potential to cross over the best of both, with some experience and when rigged for each. That and, while my interest seems to lay mostly with tree climbing, because of the ease of practice and a few other things, in truth, rock climbing and belaying would be the more common survival use of roping. It might also be a good place to meet someone who climbs trees, and make some connections for learning that area of the skill/sport.
I'll keep pushing exercise and hiking, maybe working up to sprints within the year, adding in kayaking and camping. I'll keep up on the cave, and advance the cleaning and organization. I'll keep reading books on this and that, looking forward to other things like climbing, snowshoeing, and maybe add in cross-country sloped and flat, winter camping, and some other things. When the time is right, as I can, I'll get on into these other things. As I move on, I begin drooling to do more. I just want basic skills, then experience to sharpen those, the strength and stamina to get out, and I am doing it. Like a caterpillar climbing a tree, one push at a time. Even if I have to rest, or even backtrack for whatever reason, I'll make it. And if I don't? I'll earn wings and fly. I'll get there, now.
I'm not leaving just to die. I'm not doing it for fun. But I'm not doing it as a punishment, to myself or others. I am leaving because I don't think this even can turn out well. I don't want to witness it, or even have to become a part of it. I can't really help. I could surely hurt. I don't mind pain, my own. I just don't want to see or participate in what is coming down the pike for the many. Even the good will become hard, and sometimes too hard, if forgivably. But forgiveness doesn't bring the dead back. And even when it's right, dead is dead. Hate me for it if you like. I am simply not interested in being predator or pray to good, bad, "neutral", or ugly men. That's all.
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While I am getting on things, if in a bit of a funk this week, something else has come up. Oh, not for right away. But something that has been on my mind for some time. Climbing, of course. I have some gear for that, I remember bits and pieces, but I don't have the strength and stamina, as I see it, to really begin working with this. Not yet. Even if I seem strong enough, and might be compared to some other men, when weight to strength ratio is measured, I am much weaker than it might seem. While good roping techniques will mitigate that, I do not want to have to depend just on that. I need to be sure that I can handle my own weight, pretty much just with hand and arm strength. For my own reasons. Mechanisms, knots, rope, and even techniques, fail. They just do. Sometimes because of human error... too tired to get the technique right, not paying attention and missing a single loop in a know, forgetting to tie a stop knot, anything, nothing, chance.
Climbing isn't being considered as a sport. While, when the activity gets of the ground it will become a minor sport project, climbing is considered a skill, a survival skill. A way to take a short-cut, either in an emergency or just because a forty mile hike takes a lot longer, more energy, and more risk from wildlife, than a hundred, two hundred, or even more, cliff might offer. And there are reasons to climb trees, as well. Not sure I want to lumberjack that way, but there is caching potential, even sheltering options, if the ground is not friendly or too wet. Simply a skill. One I do not count myself currently well versed regarding, nor intelligent enough (or too intelligent to try) to self teach. Sure, some can, and have. Often missing better techniques, surer knots, and learning with some safety built in. So I went looking.
The place I found is centered on rock climbing, but that would do for a start. There is some, possibly significant, crossover between rock and tree climbing. My guess is, those who do both, have the potential to cross over the best of both, with some experience and when rigged for each. That and, while my interest seems to lay mostly with tree climbing, because of the ease of practice and a few other things, in truth, rock climbing and belaying would be the more common survival use of roping. It might also be a good place to meet someone who climbs trees, and make some connections for learning that area of the skill/sport.
I'll keep pushing exercise and hiking, maybe working up to sprints within the year, adding in kayaking and camping. I'll keep up on the cave, and advance the cleaning and organization. I'll keep reading books on this and that, looking forward to other things like climbing, snowshoeing, and maybe add in cross-country sloped and flat, winter camping, and some other things. When the time is right, as I can, I'll get on into these other things. As I move on, I begin drooling to do more. I just want basic skills, then experience to sharpen those, the strength and stamina to get out, and I am doing it. Like a caterpillar climbing a tree, one push at a time. Even if I have to rest, or even backtrack for whatever reason, I'll make it. And if I don't? I'll earn wings and fly. I'll get there, now.
I'm not leaving just to die. I'm not doing it for fun. But I'm not doing it as a punishment, to myself or others. I am leaving because I don't think this even can turn out well. I don't want to witness it, or even have to become a part of it. I can't really help. I could surely hurt. I don't mind pain, my own. I just don't want to see or participate in what is coming down the pike for the many. Even the good will become hard, and sometimes too hard, if forgivably. But forgiveness doesn't bring the dead back. And even when it's right, dead is dead. Hate me for it if you like. I am simply not interested in being predator or pray to good, bad, "neutral", or ugly men. That's all.
A twofer.
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I've been grumbling about my high efficiency front loader since I purchased it. No matter what I do, the L.G. washer washes delicates and wools with hot water. I don't have any real delicates, but I have a lot of wool and silk. All of my socks, basically, and most of my near-skin layering wear. Since other people, and myself, have already shrunk fit some of that, it doesn't seem to have worsened the shrinkage, but it has maintained it. As I begin prepping for more outdoor work, and as my socks are aging anyway, I'll be replacing them. I just wasn't quite sure what to do about the problem. When you are tired, all of the time, not all that active, and such, figuring out problems can come to a standstill. Especially when just getting food in the face is a challenge.
Well, as I am activating, moving, fixing, cleaning, building, working, exercising, some of the old problems come back into view. And along with everything else, those problems begin being tended. In this case, I was looking for a solution to another problem... cleaning clothes, dishes, and such, on the trail. One aspect of that, in specific, was cleaning clothes. A solution I had viewed, mostly for prepping and more specifically for a grid down situation, but couldn't quite decide was adequate, came back into view. A hand washer. This specific hand washer. I have looked at a number of items and systems, but for the price and convenience and all other variables that mean something to me, this seems to be the one. Great for if electricity fails, on top of the new roles I am hoping something could fill. I may also consider a washboard, at least for here at home. Might be okay car-camping too, but only if I did that for a longer period... several days but more like several weeks or more.
I believe this is actually a threefer? Yeah. Working when all else fails, doing well on the trail, and offering a cleaning solution for wools and other more delicate things. So I can be sure to be using cold water. It's more work, which is probably why I sat on the fence with it. Part of the reason. We all still have some doubts about whether it is all going to fall apart, don't we? No one wants that. Those, perhaps like me, who know it is coming, have this thing that maybe, just maybe, it will be a slow dive. It might even not be noticeable over the remainder of a middle-aged man's life. Hope springs eternal, more so if they would drop the oxygen masks and stone us into compliance. "Breath, you just gotta breath lad. It'll be great! You'll see."
Anyway, this will work. I already have a tub for the tub that I was using for dishes. Now that the sink is working, the plumbing is cleared, and I am mostly staying on top of things, I probably won't be using that tub for dishes anymore. Even then, it could do double duty in a pinch. After it arrives, and I have decided from my own efforts that it is useful, or look for something else (I'm on it, I really am, and many other things these days), I will begin replacing my wool sock inventory. The ones that have shrunk a bit too much, the ones which have heels that are getting to thin... though I might see if darning really works and if I could learn that too... But some of them just need to be exchanged. Some are great, save for the size. I am sure some clothing charity would be happy to offer those out. Even the socks that, in my estimation, are beyond repair, could be used for the material. So they won't just be tossed, either. It's just that these types of socks should not be crushing the feet, they don't even work the best that way. Well, and I probably need new boots, several pair. My feet seem to still be growing as well. I suspect I might have inched up a bit in height, again, too. Yeah... I know. Hey, I'd bottle that and sell it, if I could. Nothing in my life seems to... just stay put. Perhaps that is why I don't ever stay put myself?
I've got some kind of stitch in my side. I've had it since I tried to sleep the first time, around midnight I think. Before that, but it's when I noticed it. It's as if I did windsprints. I remember those, rib-based charley horses. It's mild, just nagging. Hmm... what did we do for those? Ah, stretch! And... as per coaches... more windsprints! That'll fix it! I'll leave the windsprints, I hope, for the fall or spring. But I will stretch. Thank you, journaling! Now I definitely can't say you have never given me anything... if it works.
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I've been grumbling about my high efficiency front loader since I purchased it. No matter what I do, the L.G. washer washes delicates and wools with hot water. I don't have any real delicates, but I have a lot of wool and silk. All of my socks, basically, and most of my near-skin layering wear. Since other people, and myself, have already shrunk fit some of that, it doesn't seem to have worsened the shrinkage, but it has maintained it. As I begin prepping for more outdoor work, and as my socks are aging anyway, I'll be replacing them. I just wasn't quite sure what to do about the problem. When you are tired, all of the time, not all that active, and such, figuring out problems can come to a standstill. Especially when just getting food in the face is a challenge.
Well, as I am activating, moving, fixing, cleaning, building, working, exercising, some of the old problems come back into view. And along with everything else, those problems begin being tended. In this case, I was looking for a solution to another problem... cleaning clothes, dishes, and such, on the trail. One aspect of that, in specific, was cleaning clothes. A solution I had viewed, mostly for prepping and more specifically for a grid down situation, but couldn't quite decide was adequate, came back into view. A hand washer. This specific hand washer. I have looked at a number of items and systems, but for the price and convenience and all other variables that mean something to me, this seems to be the one. Great for if electricity fails, on top of the new roles I am hoping something could fill. I may also consider a washboard, at least for here at home. Might be okay car-camping too, but only if I did that for a longer period... several days but more like several weeks or more.
I believe this is actually a threefer? Yeah. Working when all else fails, doing well on the trail, and offering a cleaning solution for wools and other more delicate things. So I can be sure to be using cold water. It's more work, which is probably why I sat on the fence with it. Part of the reason. We all still have some doubts about whether it is all going to fall apart, don't we? No one wants that. Those, perhaps like me, who know it is coming, have this thing that maybe, just maybe, it will be a slow dive. It might even not be noticeable over the remainder of a middle-aged man's life. Hope springs eternal, more so if they would drop the oxygen masks and stone us into compliance. "Breath, you just gotta breath lad. It'll be great! You'll see."
Anyway, this will work. I already have a tub for the tub that I was using for dishes. Now that the sink is working, the plumbing is cleared, and I am mostly staying on top of things, I probably won't be using that tub for dishes anymore. Even then, it could do double duty in a pinch. After it arrives, and I have decided from my own efforts that it is useful, or look for something else (I'm on it, I really am, and many other things these days), I will begin replacing my wool sock inventory. The ones that have shrunk a bit too much, the ones which have heels that are getting to thin... though I might see if darning really works and if I could learn that too... But some of them just need to be exchanged. Some are great, save for the size. I am sure some clothing charity would be happy to offer those out. Even the socks that, in my estimation, are beyond repair, could be used for the material. So they won't just be tossed, either. It's just that these types of socks should not be crushing the feet, they don't even work the best that way. Well, and I probably need new boots, several pair. My feet seem to still be growing as well. I suspect I might have inched up a bit in height, again, too. Yeah... I know. Hey, I'd bottle that and sell it, if I could. Nothing in my life seems to... just stay put. Perhaps that is why I don't ever stay put myself?
I've got some kind of stitch in my side. I've had it since I tried to sleep the first time, around midnight I think. Before that, but it's when I noticed it. It's as if I did windsprints. I remember those, rib-based charley horses. It's mild, just nagging. Hmm... what did we do for those? Ah, stretch! And... as per coaches... more windsprints! That'll fix it! I'll leave the windsprints, I hope, for the fall or spring. But I will stretch. Thank you, journaling! Now I definitely can't say you have never given me anything... if it works.
No idea.
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I don't know when I finally went to bed. After 8:00. I read for a while even after going to bed. Probably pushed it, in one sense. I wasn't pushing though, I simply could not sleep. Headache this "morning". Not even sure when I woke. A couple of hours ago? I know I made coffee, first thing. Then did this or that, here or there, in the cave. Don't ask, I don't know. Little things in the kitchen and bathroom, some duty, some chore. I took medicines before I finally crashed, all save the water pills. I wait until I am awake before taking those, if I take "morning" medicine while going to bed. Either I end up sleeping through their function, or stumbling to the bathroom all "night". Just took those. Friday, is it? Well... who asked YOU! Oh, wait... never mind.
I don't know if the sun has been out all day, but it is certainly out now. Oh, partly, but very partly, cloudy now. High, if with some serious dark, billowy clouds. Urhm, my idea of a perfect spring/summer day. I opened the shades just enough to enjoy, and begin getting used to some light and day. Might reset the cycles easier? I don't really push at those, just use the time I have, when I am awake, as I may and then some. Or, have been until this week. If the sun is back on the menu, I am hoping to pull out of the slump faster. Maybe I needed some breathing room though too. The dead, even near dead, are not supposed to dance like that. Not that I care about expectation, probability, statistics, or even facts. I'll do what I can, damn the torpedoes.
I am aware of my situation though. Today is going to be mostly lighter things. Collecting dirty clothes and starting those, probably just one load. Reading and breakfast and of course a touch of blogging. This should wrap that up. Then into the bedroom, to begin figuring that out. Hmm... then again... I have never fully sorted the living room back into place. But that is going to take... well... that will be a bit more complex than what I have going today. I still need to drill the shelf arms to hold the bits that will hold the glass, figure out the... maybe I could put the furniture pieces in the spare bedroom, on the far side of the bed... perhaps even stacked if that works out... solved but needs to be done... might get that today, then go through the boxes of stuff I set up on the couches, and put things, like pictures books and nick-knacks, what of them I have, back into place. I might get some of that done, though, when the bedroom becomes too much. I can do that while just sitting there, and without too much thinking.
Tomorrow isn't going to be too busy of a day. I am hoping to lift weights, maybe work on the boat, perhaps make the stick anchor. A good day, if I am going to be in the garage, to see if the electrical out there will support drilling holes into the shelving. Hmm, and setting up my bench stool. I've had that all winter, I think. Just never got to it. Oh, and I might pull out my shop vac and dust the place out? Yeah, maybe. It's been a slow week, I'll try to take Sunday off more completely. No hiking Monday, I have an appointment. Then again, days and nights are so off, hiking is going to be tricky until days come back around. Parks and trails generally close as dusk... then again, days are getting longer, 16:00 isn't even close to dusk, if pushing out that early might be tricky. Can only order what is on the menu, can only push for just so much beyond that. I'm working on it.
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I don't know when I finally went to bed. After 8:00. I read for a while even after going to bed. Probably pushed it, in one sense. I wasn't pushing though, I simply could not sleep. Headache this "morning". Not even sure when I woke. A couple of hours ago? I know I made coffee, first thing. Then did this or that, here or there, in the cave. Don't ask, I don't know. Little things in the kitchen and bathroom, some duty, some chore. I took medicines before I finally crashed, all save the water pills. I wait until I am awake before taking those, if I take "morning" medicine while going to bed. Either I end up sleeping through their function, or stumbling to the bathroom all "night". Just took those. Friday, is it? Well... who asked YOU! Oh, wait... never mind.
I don't know if the sun has been out all day, but it is certainly out now. Oh, partly, but very partly, cloudy now. High, if with some serious dark, billowy clouds. Urhm, my idea of a perfect spring/summer day. I opened the shades just enough to enjoy, and begin getting used to some light and day. Might reset the cycles easier? I don't really push at those, just use the time I have, when I am awake, as I may and then some. Or, have been until this week. If the sun is back on the menu, I am hoping to pull out of the slump faster. Maybe I needed some breathing room though too. The dead, even near dead, are not supposed to dance like that. Not that I care about expectation, probability, statistics, or even facts. I'll do what I can, damn the torpedoes.
I am aware of my situation though. Today is going to be mostly lighter things. Collecting dirty clothes and starting those, probably just one load. Reading and breakfast and of course a touch of blogging. This should wrap that up. Then into the bedroom, to begin figuring that out. Hmm... then again... I have never fully sorted the living room back into place. But that is going to take... well... that will be a bit more complex than what I have going today. I still need to drill the shelf arms to hold the bits that will hold the glass, figure out the... maybe I could put the furniture pieces in the spare bedroom, on the far side of the bed... perhaps even stacked if that works out... solved but needs to be done... might get that today, then go through the boxes of stuff I set up on the couches, and put things, like pictures books and nick-knacks, what of them I have, back into place. I might get some of that done, though, when the bedroom becomes too much. I can do that while just sitting there, and without too much thinking.
Tomorrow isn't going to be too busy of a day. I am hoping to lift weights, maybe work on the boat, perhaps make the stick anchor. A good day, if I am going to be in the garage, to see if the electrical out there will support drilling holes into the shelving. Hmm, and setting up my bench stool. I've had that all winter, I think. Just never got to it. Oh, and I might pull out my shop vac and dust the place out? Yeah, maybe. It's been a slow week, I'll try to take Sunday off more completely. No hiking Monday, I have an appointment. Then again, days and nights are so off, hiking is going to be tricky until days come back around. Parks and trails generally close as dusk... then again, days are getting longer, 16:00 isn't even close to dusk, if pushing out that early might be tricky. Can only order what is on the menu, can only push for just so much beyond that. I'm working on it.
No sleep, not yet.
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Hush, now. I tried. I went in and... waited. I don't know how long. Not exactly sure when, though I think it was around 2:00. Sleep just can't be forced. Actually, I think the blockage was working out later. It takes my body, even from the light sets I am doing, a while to come down. If I force the breaker closed, juice runs, then the machine is charged and just has to run down. I probably shouldn't do more strenuous exercise after 15:00 or so. I'm now in one of those... fogs. Not asleep, not awake. I know I won't wake and yet sleep seems so far off. On the good side, there is sun! On the bad side, just the bits of it that are getting in through the sun-beater curtains is a bit too much. Still, I'll enjoy the sun as I may.
I did call my mother today. I had meant to call my brother, just... well... Anyway. He lives near enough the ground zero of an area that is having problems. They are okay, so far. I'll keep them, and those not so fortunate, in prayers. Though the reason I called was to see if she was still on e-cigs. She is, has been since... February... I think she said. I am glad for her, for a number of reasons. It is as good as it will get. She has had a burn stick in her hand longer than most people have been alive. I am surprised, pleased, even impressed, that she has gotten this far. Has to watch her food, she says. Boy, don't we all? Then again, I've quite tobacco before, I know that added weight to hunger. For me, I suspect she wouldn't like regular fire sticks anymore. So, as soon as my supply is gone, assuming the patches arrive, I'll be quitting.
The only caveat is, if my teeth start falling out, I'm going right back to tobacco. Too many ex-chewers quit and then loose teeth and their mouth falls apart. If my teeth give me fits, I'll go back. I am brushing twice a day, flossing at night, and using various mouthwashes as well, plus picking clean after every meal. Sometimes just for something else to do. Once I quit, I may try a number of home-remedy teeth whitening schticks. I don't want them truly white though. That isn't natural, if you have ever seen it. Usually on someone with a tan, too. Should be your clue right there. I've been cutting coffee and tea, trying to go with about six cups a day (down from two pots of twelve cups each, mind you). But that is as far as I will get with that, pretty much.
I told her I'd be a different man when she saw me next. I've got until mid-fall to follow through. An uncle may be there. The last time he saw me I weighed 350, seventy to eight more than I weigh now. I don't seem to be losing an ounce. I'm a bit surprised I haven't gained actually. I can tell by belts, pants, and shirts, though, that the weight is definitely being reconfigured. I still have a belly, just not even enough of one to make a true Santa without a pillow. Legs and arms are getting bigger, stomach is getting smaller, hopefully I really will be a different man if I can keep it up.
Sleep blogging. Great. Dream-thinking-writing. I'm going to try to crash. Maybe read the butcher book, then crash? Look it over as the lights dim, anyway. Nah, won't give me nightmares. Just food. Might make me hungry though. Hmm... I am already hungry. I'll much some eggs and maybe an orange, then call it a day... or whatever you call it when you sleep shortly after the sun comes up. I just don't know that term. Good... day... night.
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Hush, now. I tried. I went in and... waited. I don't know how long. Not exactly sure when, though I think it was around 2:00. Sleep just can't be forced. Actually, I think the blockage was working out later. It takes my body, even from the light sets I am doing, a while to come down. If I force the breaker closed, juice runs, then the machine is charged and just has to run down. I probably shouldn't do more strenuous exercise after 15:00 or so. I'm now in one of those... fogs. Not asleep, not awake. I know I won't wake and yet sleep seems so far off. On the good side, there is sun! On the bad side, just the bits of it that are getting in through the sun-beater curtains is a bit too much. Still, I'll enjoy the sun as I may.
I did call my mother today. I had meant to call my brother, just... well... Anyway. He lives near enough the ground zero of an area that is having problems. They are okay, so far. I'll keep them, and those not so fortunate, in prayers. Though the reason I called was to see if she was still on e-cigs. She is, has been since... February... I think she said. I am glad for her, for a number of reasons. It is as good as it will get. She has had a burn stick in her hand longer than most people have been alive. I am surprised, pleased, even impressed, that she has gotten this far. Has to watch her food, she says. Boy, don't we all? Then again, I've quite tobacco before, I know that added weight to hunger. For me, I suspect she wouldn't like regular fire sticks anymore. So, as soon as my supply is gone, assuming the patches arrive, I'll be quitting.
The only caveat is, if my teeth start falling out, I'm going right back to tobacco. Too many ex-chewers quit and then loose teeth and their mouth falls apart. If my teeth give me fits, I'll go back. I am brushing twice a day, flossing at night, and using various mouthwashes as well, plus picking clean after every meal. Sometimes just for something else to do. Once I quit, I may try a number of home-remedy teeth whitening schticks. I don't want them truly white though. That isn't natural, if you have ever seen it. Usually on someone with a tan, too. Should be your clue right there. I've been cutting coffee and tea, trying to go with about six cups a day (down from two pots of twelve cups each, mind you). But that is as far as I will get with that, pretty much.
I told her I'd be a different man when she saw me next. I've got until mid-fall to follow through. An uncle may be there. The last time he saw me I weighed 350, seventy to eight more than I weigh now. I don't seem to be losing an ounce. I'm a bit surprised I haven't gained actually. I can tell by belts, pants, and shirts, though, that the weight is definitely being reconfigured. I still have a belly, just not even enough of one to make a true Santa without a pillow. Legs and arms are getting bigger, stomach is getting smaller, hopefully I really will be a different man if I can keep it up.
Sleep blogging. Great. Dream-thinking-writing. I'm going to try to crash. Maybe read the butcher book, then crash? Look it over as the lights dim, anyway. Nah, won't give me nightmares. Just food. Might make me hungry though. Hmm... I am already hungry. I'll much some eggs and maybe an orange, then call it a day... or whatever you call it when you sleep shortly after the sun comes up. I just don't know that term. Good... day... night.
Need to check something.
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I went ahead, on the order for this coming month, and pulled the trigger on my supply of nicotine patches. Simply put, they work. About a month of 21mg, then another of 14mg. Anything less seems to be unneeded. And, sometimes, I lower the patch more quickly, then quit before I finish the last month of stuff as well. However, it seems like to trip to visit my brother is still on. My mother indicated she had switched to electronic cigarettes. If she has stayed on those, then I will be ready to quit as soon as my stash dries up. I have, perhaps, a month, maybe month and an half, of supply left. No fuss if she has gone back to regular, I'll just delay quitting. I don't mind having the supplies laid up though. It puts controls at my fingertips. Yeah, I'll quit. Just have to avoid heavy smokers and such for a good year or two, and not smoke cigars my own self. Just a bite of the poison, once quit, will lead right back to it. And it does take some sort of spirit stamina to quit, which if that fails... takes time to rebuild.
Tomorrow? Hmm, not exactly sure. It's been a lame duck session this week, even with what I got done today. I was able to eat a bit better, the last few days, and that seems to help. Well, and I did miss meds over the weekend. Plus the pushing up to this point and the gloomy weather. Not excuses, possible reasons. It's been a dark spring so far. I am actually quite impressed with having been able to push through most of it. So, I'm not even complaining. Just taking notes. But tomorrow?
I am actually hoping to get a load of laundry in, first thing... or after waking... whichever works out. Then getting in and beginning on my bedroom. That is going to be a slog. I don't know how long it will take, but just sorting, storing, shuffling, and figuring, before I ever get to cleaning, will take anywhere from three to four days to two weeks. Then I will begin moving furniture out for taking care of the floors. This time I have baking soda. When I do a final dry vacuum, after vacuuming and steam cleaning, I'll put baking soda on both the bedroom and living room floors, letting that sit overnight, then vacuuming that out. I'll probably hit, in there, with diatomaceous earth as well. I don't think it's needed, probably just spiders, but... sure. Spritz it every once in a while, a day or two before vacuuming.
I might even try to get a hike in. My sleep is off, so I don't know. I want to get back out. You know, for a longer run, I could go without my pack? Nah, I want my pack with me. I just do. I want to get used to having it, always, when on a trail. If anything, I should slip a ten pounder in. For a ten day hike, I'm going to be carrying a good lot of weight, eighty pounds isn't out of the question, even with water sources and a means of filtering my drinking water. Hmm... yeah. Actually, I should either stretch the length of hike, speed, or weight, not two or three at a time. I think I'm going for extra distance, after that thinking. I don't think I can actually go faster, for the last distance. I could add weight, but I don't feel ready for that. So... the full course it is. Or as far as I can get. That would be 7.4 miles. Yeah, that would make poppa happy. And tired, but in a happy way. If I can get my butt out.
Dang it! I just realized I missed an event today. A graduation. I'll get a card next time I am in town. And do some collaboration with parents about needs and wants. I like the young man, just... my head and sleep cycles are a bit off. Never mind. I'll... fix it as I can. Nearing bedtime. Good night.
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I went ahead, on the order for this coming month, and pulled the trigger on my supply of nicotine patches. Simply put, they work. About a month of 21mg, then another of 14mg. Anything less seems to be unneeded. And, sometimes, I lower the patch more quickly, then quit before I finish the last month of stuff as well. However, it seems like to trip to visit my brother is still on. My mother indicated she had switched to electronic cigarettes. If she has stayed on those, then I will be ready to quit as soon as my stash dries up. I have, perhaps, a month, maybe month and an half, of supply left. No fuss if she has gone back to regular, I'll just delay quitting. I don't mind having the supplies laid up though. It puts controls at my fingertips. Yeah, I'll quit. Just have to avoid heavy smokers and such for a good year or two, and not smoke cigars my own self. Just a bite of the poison, once quit, will lead right back to it. And it does take some sort of spirit stamina to quit, which if that fails... takes time to rebuild.
Tomorrow? Hmm, not exactly sure. It's been a lame duck session this week, even with what I got done today. I was able to eat a bit better, the last few days, and that seems to help. Well, and I did miss meds over the weekend. Plus the pushing up to this point and the gloomy weather. Not excuses, possible reasons. It's been a dark spring so far. I am actually quite impressed with having been able to push through most of it. So, I'm not even complaining. Just taking notes. But tomorrow?
I am actually hoping to get a load of laundry in, first thing... or after waking... whichever works out. Then getting in and beginning on my bedroom. That is going to be a slog. I don't know how long it will take, but just sorting, storing, shuffling, and figuring, before I ever get to cleaning, will take anywhere from three to four days to two weeks. Then I will begin moving furniture out for taking care of the floors. This time I have baking soda. When I do a final dry vacuum, after vacuuming and steam cleaning, I'll put baking soda on both the bedroom and living room floors, letting that sit overnight, then vacuuming that out. I'll probably hit, in there, with diatomaceous earth as well. I don't think it's needed, probably just spiders, but... sure. Spritz it every once in a while, a day or two before vacuuming.
I might even try to get a hike in. My sleep is off, so I don't know. I want to get back out. You know, for a longer run, I could go without my pack? Nah, I want my pack with me. I just do. I want to get used to having it, always, when on a trail. If anything, I should slip a ten pounder in. For a ten day hike, I'm going to be carrying a good lot of weight, eighty pounds isn't out of the question, even with water sources and a means of filtering my drinking water. Hmm... yeah. Actually, I should either stretch the length of hike, speed, or weight, not two or three at a time. I think I'm going for extra distance, after that thinking. I don't think I can actually go faster, for the last distance. I could add weight, but I don't feel ready for that. So... the full course it is. Or as far as I can get. That would be 7.4 miles. Yeah, that would make poppa happy. And tired, but in a happy way. If I can get my butt out.
Dang it! I just realized I missed an event today. A graduation. I'll get a card next time I am in town. And do some collaboration with parents about needs and wants. I like the young man, just... my head and sleep cycles are a bit off. Never mind. I'll... fix it as I can. Nearing bedtime. Good night.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
I really didn't think I would get it.
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Dragging hard. I have, at least, been doing medicine, brushing teeth, feeding and tending the girls and their boxes. More than that is a struggle. Finally, today, I hit the dishes. After a fresh hot rinse, I just finished them right then. I even put a fresh load in to soapy water. Few dishes, as I have explained, but there are always more, always. Then I dragged my reluctant butt out to the garage, pulled the Xterra out, cleared the bench, got the ten pounders from the back seat floorboards, and tinkered with the weights. Then I let it rip. Not much rip, but it was what I had, plus a bit. I'll try to hit them again Saturday. Monday I am planning on a hike. I am not sure whether to take it a bit slower and try to go longer, or hit what I have already done. I would like to hit the whole path, which is 3.7 miles, one way. Not sure if I am up to it. That is getting close to my goal of ten miles in a day. The goal is ten miles a day for two days in a row, mind you, and with gear. A 30 to 35 pound pack is not full kit. And this isn't even quite ten miles. But... it's a start. And there are much steeper paths off it, which could add mileage and difficulty. I know I am not up to those yet, either. But it's there.
I am hoping to finish off the dishes before bedtime. More reading. It is something to do. Plus I'll like to look over the book about butchering. It's more of a technical manual, so it won't be exhilarating, scintillating, fair. Just something to begin wrapping my head around the start to stop process of getting food off hoof, bone, out of hide, and then parsing it out. Reading helps a bit, videos can help, but the real thing is the only way to get notions truly cemented. Butchery is not for the timid, or even the weak. To do it yourself, however, is more honest. So many hide behind those who feed and protect them, living in fantasy. That time is near an end. Don't spit on me, bro. But then, that's why I am leaving. Part of it.
The bean sprouts got a couple of spots of sun, and greened a bit. I don't think they green all that much though, it might not be necessary for these types. I did get those in, rinsed and drained very well a final time, then into an airtight bowl and into the fridge. Not sure they taste all that much different than alfalfa, but the texture is different. Hmm, I'll probably try to green them anyway, the next time or two, if the sun decides to come out more normally. Just curious. I'll probably have a bowl of mush, some of each type of sprout, and a brot along with that. I'd still like to try some of the spicier sprouts, you can keep the ones that taste like regular green peppers though.
Yeah, a bit of reading. Then reading from another source. Finish off the dishes. A shower, then a bath? Yeah... Hmm... a meal in there first though. Oh... I've been working the 200 pound grips, and the 150 to finish the exhaustion stage. I had my first click today, completely closing the 200 grip, but just with my right hand. My left is lagging. I always thought the left hand was supposed to be stronger on right-handers? Not so much, or at least not in my case. I'll keep going. When I can do three sets of ten clicks in each hand with the 200, I'll move on up to the 250 pound grip. If that goes as fast as this, I may need to order the 300 not this coming, but the next month after it. *squeeze*
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Dragging hard. I have, at least, been doing medicine, brushing teeth, feeding and tending the girls and their boxes. More than that is a struggle. Finally, today, I hit the dishes. After a fresh hot rinse, I just finished them right then. I even put a fresh load in to soapy water. Few dishes, as I have explained, but there are always more, always. Then I dragged my reluctant butt out to the garage, pulled the Xterra out, cleared the bench, got the ten pounders from the back seat floorboards, and tinkered with the weights. Then I let it rip. Not much rip, but it was what I had, plus a bit. I'll try to hit them again Saturday. Monday I am planning on a hike. I am not sure whether to take it a bit slower and try to go longer, or hit what I have already done. I would like to hit the whole path, which is 3.7 miles, one way. Not sure if I am up to it. That is getting close to my goal of ten miles in a day. The goal is ten miles a day for two days in a row, mind you, and with gear. A 30 to 35 pound pack is not full kit. And this isn't even quite ten miles. But... it's a start. And there are much steeper paths off it, which could add mileage and difficulty. I know I am not up to those yet, either. But it's there.
I am hoping to finish off the dishes before bedtime. More reading. It is something to do. Plus I'll like to look over the book about butchering. It's more of a technical manual, so it won't be exhilarating, scintillating, fair. Just something to begin wrapping my head around the start to stop process of getting food off hoof, bone, out of hide, and then parsing it out. Reading helps a bit, videos can help, but the real thing is the only way to get notions truly cemented. Butchery is not for the timid, or even the weak. To do it yourself, however, is more honest. So many hide behind those who feed and protect them, living in fantasy. That time is near an end. Don't spit on me, bro. But then, that's why I am leaving. Part of it.
The bean sprouts got a couple of spots of sun, and greened a bit. I don't think they green all that much though, it might not be necessary for these types. I did get those in, rinsed and drained very well a final time, then into an airtight bowl and into the fridge. Not sure they taste all that much different than alfalfa, but the texture is different. Hmm, I'll probably try to green them anyway, the next time or two, if the sun decides to come out more normally. Just curious. I'll probably have a bowl of mush, some of each type of sprout, and a brot along with that. I'd still like to try some of the spicier sprouts, you can keep the ones that taste like regular green peppers though.
Yeah, a bit of reading. Then reading from another source. Finish off the dishes. A shower, then a bath? Yeah... Hmm... a meal in there first though. Oh... I've been working the 200 pound grips, and the 150 to finish the exhaustion stage. I had my first click today, completely closing the 200 grip, but just with my right hand. My left is lagging. I always thought the left hand was supposed to be stronger on right-handers? Not so much, or at least not in my case. I'll keep going. When I can do three sets of ten clicks in each hand with the 200, I'll move on up to the 250 pound grip. If that goes as fast as this, I may need to order the 300 not this coming, but the next month after it. *squeeze*
Clouds and rain.
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It's not so much bringing me down as slowing me down. Which, I suppose, is fine. My batteries aren't all solar, but there is a strong component to that. And, in some conditions, when it is going to be dark, I plan... or at least realize... less will be done. It's just that the dark is a bit unseasonable. Thankfully flooding, here, has been minimal. Urhm, from what little I have heard... mostly from word of mouth mind you. No television, I don't listen to the radio, and anyway I don't think forecasters have any more clue than I do, if they can report events after the fact... if they can be trusted. Most can't be trusted. You earn your labels, they have earned theirs.
I couldn't get to my plans yesterday. Simply no juice. I did get a shower in. I did eat a couple of times. Not much else. I did read though. Hufta! I read, read some more, and kept on reading. It was something to do. Something I could do. Today, just in case, I have the curtains open. But more, I have the bean sprouts, in their jars tilted to drain in their ramekins, just in case the sun does show for a bit. They should be done sprouting, but I am hoping for some greening before eating. I've nibbled on some of the alfalfa sprouts, in with other stuff. It's... well... green. I can't really see it as food, more as edible vitamins. I ought to look at what vitamins I do take, see if some or all of them can be replaced this way. More as a back up, and literal dietary supplement, than a food source... or... some modernist, over if flalsely scientified, notion.
There IS something to nutrition, but academia, government, and media, are not to be trusted on these matters, at all. They prove to fail worse than broken clocks, which means they probably aren't just wrong, they mean to be wrong. Do your own research, ignore those who are more food (organic and such types) cultists, hawkers of whatever it is, and those branches of the government already mentioned. Experiment a bit, if you can. I wouldn't recommend sprouts for boys and young men, mind you. And with some large notion of limits and care even for men. And only in limited amounts to anyone. Post menopausal women, I suppose, could handle the stuff, might even need it. But there are limits.
I didn't get a bath in yesterday. Today, perhaps. More so if I can hit the bench. I can still get in two workouts, if I go ahead and work out Saturday. Since this week looks to be a bust, even if something pops and I can bust into work the rest of the week, I think that is possible. As to work? I might be able to get some things going. I'm going a bit stir-crazy not doing much. And I have pushed, there just isn't a way to push around this. Not right now. Or... so far. I keep looking for a way in, or out, or over, under, or... whatever. I'll find it shortly. Just not so far.
At least the drains are going. *whoosh!* I really didn't think baking soda and vinegar would actually work. The only thing I will say about the advice, is... don't use hot water until you hear the pipes run clear. If the bubbling seems to stop moving forward, add more schitzel to move it along, and let it clean and clear past where you can hear it, perhaps hit it one or two more times every half hour, THEN pour hot water down to finish off and fix any remaining vinegar or baking soda. If your drains are as much of a mess as mine were, it might... take a bit. Be patient. Well worth it. And you probably have the stuff in your pantry. Took me one and an half small boxes (smallest) of baking soda and two gallons of vinegar (though, in part, because I kept pouring hot water down, initially, killing the action... learn from me, don't do that). I probably could have gotten off with a gallon of vinegar if I had known in advance just what it was I was going for.
Hmm.... Yeah, I'm still aiming for dishes (just need a fresh hot rinse so they are easy to dry), a workout, then a shower and bath. It might seem as if I am aiming low, but... in my shoes, you would realize I am aiming at the moon. The boiler room guys, general mechanics, electricians, and other 'do it' guys, in my body, seem to have taken an unauthorized shore leave. :p Hey, I've... been there done that, technically. If It's on paper, even if on paper that isn't on paper, it's got to be true, innit? Shut up and don't think so hard. Your tongue flicks, you bite your lip, and your eyes tend to cross. Cute, but... knock it. Later.
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It's not so much bringing me down as slowing me down. Which, I suppose, is fine. My batteries aren't all solar, but there is a strong component to that. And, in some conditions, when it is going to be dark, I plan... or at least realize... less will be done. It's just that the dark is a bit unseasonable. Thankfully flooding, here, has been minimal. Urhm, from what little I have heard... mostly from word of mouth mind you. No television, I don't listen to the radio, and anyway I don't think forecasters have any more clue than I do, if they can report events after the fact... if they can be trusted. Most can't be trusted. You earn your labels, they have earned theirs.
I couldn't get to my plans yesterday. Simply no juice. I did get a shower in. I did eat a couple of times. Not much else. I did read though. Hufta! I read, read some more, and kept on reading. It was something to do. Something I could do. Today, just in case, I have the curtains open. But more, I have the bean sprouts, in their jars tilted to drain in their ramekins, just in case the sun does show for a bit. They should be done sprouting, but I am hoping for some greening before eating. I've nibbled on some of the alfalfa sprouts, in with other stuff. It's... well... green. I can't really see it as food, more as edible vitamins. I ought to look at what vitamins I do take, see if some or all of them can be replaced this way. More as a back up, and literal dietary supplement, than a food source... or... some modernist, over if flalsely scientified, notion.
There IS something to nutrition, but academia, government, and media, are not to be trusted on these matters, at all. They prove to fail worse than broken clocks, which means they probably aren't just wrong, they mean to be wrong. Do your own research, ignore those who are more food (organic and such types) cultists, hawkers of whatever it is, and those branches of the government already mentioned. Experiment a bit, if you can. I wouldn't recommend sprouts for boys and young men, mind you. And with some large notion of limits and care even for men. And only in limited amounts to anyone. Post menopausal women, I suppose, could handle the stuff, might even need it. But there are limits.
I didn't get a bath in yesterday. Today, perhaps. More so if I can hit the bench. I can still get in two workouts, if I go ahead and work out Saturday. Since this week looks to be a bust, even if something pops and I can bust into work the rest of the week, I think that is possible. As to work? I might be able to get some things going. I'm going a bit stir-crazy not doing much. And I have pushed, there just isn't a way to push around this. Not right now. Or... so far. I keep looking for a way in, or out, or over, under, or... whatever. I'll find it shortly. Just not so far.
At least the drains are going. *whoosh!* I really didn't think baking soda and vinegar would actually work. The only thing I will say about the advice, is... don't use hot water until you hear the pipes run clear. If the bubbling seems to stop moving forward, add more schitzel to move it along, and let it clean and clear past where you can hear it, perhaps hit it one or two more times every half hour, THEN pour hot water down to finish off and fix any remaining vinegar or baking soda. If your drains are as much of a mess as mine were, it might... take a bit. Be patient. Well worth it. And you probably have the stuff in your pantry. Took me one and an half small boxes (smallest) of baking soda and two gallons of vinegar (though, in part, because I kept pouring hot water down, initially, killing the action... learn from me, don't do that). I probably could have gotten off with a gallon of vinegar if I had known in advance just what it was I was going for.
Hmm.... Yeah, I'm still aiming for dishes (just need a fresh hot rinse so they are easy to dry), a workout, then a shower and bath. It might seem as if I am aiming low, but... in my shoes, you would realize I am aiming at the moon. The boiler room guys, general mechanics, electricians, and other 'do it' guys, in my body, seem to have taken an unauthorized shore leave. :p Hey, I've... been there done that, technically. If It's on paper, even if on paper that isn't on paper, it's got to be true, innit? Shut up and don't think so hard. Your tongue flicks, you bite your lip, and your eyes tend to cross. Cute, but... knock it. Later.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Drain update.
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Okay, the bathroom sink is doing much better. I wasn't sure about the tub, until I finally took a shower. *zoop* Right down. There is still a limit, but that is just the pipe. It's like amperage and wire thickness/volume. Only so much, only so fast. But! I think it is running at full volume within allowances, maybe for the first time since I've lived here? And the toilet is even flowing better. Yeah, no. I haven't finished the dishes yet. I've been busy doing nothing. Well, a shower. I think someone is going to stop by, which is why I pushed the shower and then have been waiting. Maybe, maybe not. Did I miss them when I was in the shower? Didn't think I heard the bell. Never know.
Thunder, rolling down the valley. While I don't feel like a bowling pin, I can only assume, if they had ears and a way to process, that is what it would sound like. The valley acts like a lane, directing the sound, channeling it. Strike! That crazy dame writer I reviewed the other day, her style... it's invaded my brain. Yeah, but it's fun while I'm, mostly, resting. Another hour and, if no one stops, I'll hit the bench.
*pump, pump, slump... pump, pump, slump... breath lad... you gotta breath!*
I do okay on the weights. Lowballed it to start, to get breathing, angles, and some other things sorted out. Though I pushed jumping from bars to weighted bars a bit I think. All good, it's still light enough, but more of a challenge. I just hate dumping nothing but bar into the air. Seems wrong. I will be putting twenty on the dumbbells and thirty or fifty on the curl. It's the plan anyway. I am hoping to get two workouts in this week, then back things off to two hikes and two bench excursions per week. Three of each is a bit much. At least while I'm tearing into the cave.
Medicines are back on track, and I have mostly recovered. I knew something was off. Threw me off feed, too. I need to keep the clock wound tight, and on time, or I dump. Then again, I also need to learn to back down properly. It's messy, I'll have to... I don't know. I'm surprised I am doing what I am, shouldn't bark so much. I'll get there, but not as well, quickly, or easily, if I am not patient and cautious. Later.
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Okay, the bathroom sink is doing much better. I wasn't sure about the tub, until I finally took a shower. *zoop* Right down. There is still a limit, but that is just the pipe. It's like amperage and wire thickness/volume. Only so much, only so fast. But! I think it is running at full volume within allowances, maybe for the first time since I've lived here? And the toilet is even flowing better. Yeah, no. I haven't finished the dishes yet. I've been busy doing nothing. Well, a shower. I think someone is going to stop by, which is why I pushed the shower and then have been waiting. Maybe, maybe not. Did I miss them when I was in the shower? Didn't think I heard the bell. Never know.
Thunder, rolling down the valley. While I don't feel like a bowling pin, I can only assume, if they had ears and a way to process, that is what it would sound like. The valley acts like a lane, directing the sound, channeling it. Strike! That crazy dame writer I reviewed the other day, her style... it's invaded my brain. Yeah, but it's fun while I'm, mostly, resting. Another hour and, if no one stops, I'll hit the bench.
*pump, pump, slump... pump, pump, slump... breath lad... you gotta breath!*
I do okay on the weights. Lowballed it to start, to get breathing, angles, and some other things sorted out. Though I pushed jumping from bars to weighted bars a bit I think. All good, it's still light enough, but more of a challenge. I just hate dumping nothing but bar into the air. Seems wrong. I will be putting twenty on the dumbbells and thirty or fifty on the curl. It's the plan anyway. I am hoping to get two workouts in this week, then back things off to two hikes and two bench excursions per week. Three of each is a bit much. At least while I'm tearing into the cave.
Medicines are back on track, and I have mostly recovered. I knew something was off. Threw me off feed, too. I need to keep the clock wound tight, and on time, or I dump. Then again, I also need to learn to back down properly. It's messy, I'll have to... I don't know. I'm surprised I am doing what I am, shouldn't bark so much. I'll get there, but not as well, quickly, or easily, if I am not patient and cautious. Later.
Shiny new packages.
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Well, not shiny. I like the delivery system, so this isn't a knock. And it depends on the shipper (Amazon is sterling, which is only 92.5... BUT... is as good as it can get as I see things). UPS, FedEx, USPS, really, they do a pretty good job. I love UPS, as almost always I can track. Just a hobby thing. Still, it's... I prefer to see where things go, if I don't always completely understand. Cali to Kentucky then to here? I still think there might be a corruption in the shipping business, a carryover (and siphoning perhaps) of China's subsidized shipping. Warp the market, guess what? The market get's warped. Yet, I have taken enough science and math to understand that all is not always as it seems. Sometimes, when combining costs, speed, and a flawed (or natural) system, the shortest path isn't a straight line. Much as using a river, it just isn't straight. Of course, there is no such thing as a straight line, over any real distances, on the globe. It's an arc, at best, mind you. But that's getting picky, unless you are a pilot or ship captain, or plot for such. Submarines, by the way, were tre groovy in this way. The only thing, technically, we couldn't do, was a somersault, or more than a brief flight. :p And, actually, that was more because men and gear... would have some... issues, or so I heard.
Anywhile... What was I on about? Right. Package. Packages. Love getting my order in, after watching them get closer, dodge this way or that, then... *bam* right in the kisser. Or... hands anyway. Moleskin, hiking, as I go farther and faster, will require it... or at least advise it. Tincture of iodine... or some such, is on the way as well. Deet repellant, too, lots of it, in small containers so a loss isn't a complete loss. An land anchor for my boat, what I bought the small breakerbar to work. Screw it! Literally. Several books, nurse's medicine guide, butcher guide, and finally laid down some dollars on a real home electrici guide. THAT should see some sparks lit! I still want to rig the garage with at least a reasonable workshop subpanel. I just don't care too much for buzz snaps and smoking Doom. It's... happened before. Ah, and hand strengtheners. I was about right on those. I bought 150, 200, and 250 grippers, package deal or I might have skipped the 150... maybe. I skipped the 100's as far too lame, and the 300's as out of my... grip. I can do the 150's without issue. The 200's, though, I will need to work. I can give the 150's to someone who... seems to think he needs, or maybe just wants, or has a bit of jealousy for a family member who had, a strong grip on life. By the time he masters those, I might be able to hand off the 200's. Hey, that ain't bad. Most guys, when I shake, I fear that I have hurt them, even going super easy. Limp wrists are for cheese, unless they are really ill, or old. Women don't count, either way.
Yes, I suppose I annoy. So... why are you still reading? Some do like it hot! :p
Oh, right... If I get angry about something here? It... really doesn't affect you, or real life. I hate embalmed cheese. But if you invite me to eat with you, and that is what you used? I'll take a small portion, more if it turns out tasty. I won't bark, certainly not bite. If you offer me your hand, and you are weak from whatever, I'm not going to harsh on you. I might note, might question, might... but just like here, only in my mind. If it's too much for my nature, I'll just avoid. I really, truly, very... extremely rarely... ever bark or bite. For innocents, it's if I am tired, hungry, thirsty, too hot or cold, all of those together even more, and you catch me off-guard with a teh stupid action or word... or if you become a conscious or unconscious threat to me, mine, or others around for no good reason. Though action is more likely in that last scenario. I'll be angry after I've retreated, ended your threat, or killed you. But just for a second, then I'll move on.
Hmm? Right. Strange day. I'll do the dishes shortly, hit the weights a bit later. The sun came out for just a sec, didn't notice until the packages arrived. Damn it! Now it's going. Going. Pretty much gone. Damn it. I ought to get over my weather depression and leave the curtains open, just a bit, just for those moments. Still, got a good buzz going from the sun smile. Later.
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Well, not shiny. I like the delivery system, so this isn't a knock. And it depends on the shipper (Amazon is sterling, which is only 92.5... BUT... is as good as it can get as I see things). UPS, FedEx, USPS, really, they do a pretty good job. I love UPS, as almost always I can track. Just a hobby thing. Still, it's... I prefer to see where things go, if I don't always completely understand. Cali to Kentucky then to here? I still think there might be a corruption in the shipping business, a carryover (and siphoning perhaps) of China's subsidized shipping. Warp the market, guess what? The market get's warped. Yet, I have taken enough science and math to understand that all is not always as it seems. Sometimes, when combining costs, speed, and a flawed (or natural) system, the shortest path isn't a straight line. Much as using a river, it just isn't straight. Of course, there is no such thing as a straight line, over any real distances, on the globe. It's an arc, at best, mind you. But that's getting picky, unless you are a pilot or ship captain, or plot for such. Submarines, by the way, were tre groovy in this way. The only thing, technically, we couldn't do, was a somersault, or more than a brief flight. :p And, actually, that was more because men and gear... would have some... issues, or so I heard.
Anywhile... What was I on about? Right. Package. Packages. Love getting my order in, after watching them get closer, dodge this way or that, then... *bam* right in the kisser. Or... hands anyway. Moleskin, hiking, as I go farther and faster, will require it... or at least advise it. Tincture of iodine... or some such, is on the way as well. Deet repellant, too, lots of it, in small containers so a loss isn't a complete loss. An land anchor for my boat, what I bought the small breakerbar to work. Screw it! Literally. Several books, nurse's medicine guide, butcher guide, and finally laid down some dollars on a real home electrici guide. THAT should see some sparks lit! I still want to rig the garage with at least a reasonable workshop subpanel. I just don't care too much for buzz snaps and smoking Doom. It's... happened before. Ah, and hand strengtheners. I was about right on those. I bought 150, 200, and 250 grippers, package deal or I might have skipped the 150... maybe. I skipped the 100's as far too lame, and the 300's as out of my... grip. I can do the 150's without issue. The 200's, though, I will need to work. I can give the 150's to someone who... seems to think he needs, or maybe just wants, or has a bit of jealousy for a family member who had, a strong grip on life. By the time he masters those, I might be able to hand off the 200's. Hey, that ain't bad. Most guys, when I shake, I fear that I have hurt them, even going super easy. Limp wrists are for cheese, unless they are really ill, or old. Women don't count, either way.
Yes, I suppose I annoy. So... why are you still reading? Some do like it hot! :p
Oh, right... If I get angry about something here? It... really doesn't affect you, or real life. I hate embalmed cheese. But if you invite me to eat with you, and that is what you used? I'll take a small portion, more if it turns out tasty. I won't bark, certainly not bite. If you offer me your hand, and you are weak from whatever, I'm not going to harsh on you. I might note, might question, might... but just like here, only in my mind. If it's too much for my nature, I'll just avoid. I really, truly, very... extremely rarely... ever bark or bite. For innocents, it's if I am tired, hungry, thirsty, too hot or cold, all of those together even more, and you catch me off-guard with a teh stupid action or word... or if you become a conscious or unconscious threat to me, mine, or others around for no good reason. Though action is more likely in that last scenario. I'll be angry after I've retreated, ended your threat, or killed you. But just for a second, then I'll move on.
Hmm? Right. Strange day. I'll do the dishes shortly, hit the weights a bit later. The sun came out for just a sec, didn't notice until the packages arrived. Damn it! Now it's going. Going. Pretty much gone. Damn it. I ought to get over my weather depression and leave the curtains open, just a bit, just for those moments. Still, got a good buzz going from the sun smile. Later.
Whispering in the corners.
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I don't know what I do, always. Sometimes I suspect, perhaps this time. Collusion to understanding occurs, or someone just wants to pinch themselves about what I write, wrote... or what it comes down to. Like an itch in my head. Sometimes I can find the idea or human source, sometimes I can guess, sometimes not. I try to scratch it, massage it, or work it out... or at least whatever is itching, regardless of the source. This is what I hit with the most recent mind slur.
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I don't know what I do, always. Sometimes I suspect, perhaps this time. Collusion to understanding occurs, or someone just wants to pinch themselves about what I write, wrote... or what it comes down to. Like an itch in my head. Sometimes I can find the idea or human source, sometimes I can guess, sometimes not. I try to scratch it, massage it, or work it out... or at least whatever is itching, regardless of the source. This is what I hit with the most recent mind slur.
Today?
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Well, I don't know. I put the dream section separate, because... well... it's a serious downer. It is what it is, and what will be will be. But, for now, I am where I am, facing the direction I am going, and I'll keep this journal entry on that track. Didn't want to taint this meat of effort and hope with the bile of those truths, understandings.
I can't say today is a great day. I worked a bit Saturday, and Sunday was busier than it should have been. So getting going, even today, is... It probably won't happen to a greater extent. As I used to stretch my sleep or wake cycles into days, I am stretching my week into weeks. Sometimes it just happens. Some people can do it. I end up paying a price, a steep one. And so it is. Yesterday was off, today will be as well, most likely. I'd like to hit normal weekend things though, sort of as I did yesterday.
Finishing some dishes, a meal or two, but coffee as I wake. A fresh pot was made ready last night, and loaded this morning. It's good that it's not a weekend. I need to order medicine, some of it. I ordered some Monday, through the automated system, and will try again with another medicine today. Sometimes that seems to go through, sometimes not so much. And, while it is, technically, a weekend, I would still like to hit the weights. It's been a while, just so busy with the cave. When I get on a track it is sometimes difficult to get off it. Having ten pounders in stock is great. I'll probably up the dumbbells and definitely the curl bar, though I'll leave the barbell alone for now. I like to increase in parts, almost never whole, unless I hit that magic button from time to time, and can raise everything, all at once, and sometimes in groups for a while. I'm not there yet. I know it when I see it.
Grain mush and sprouts for breakfast, after some coffee soothes jangled nerve and tight muscle. Yeah, it can do that. I have been reviewing other sorts of sprouts. Some charge way too much, others are just goofy (charging less for organic than inorganic? Really?), so I'm looking around carefully. Local prices are okay, but not optimal. And selection isn't great (couldn't find mustard or radish, except in mixes I didn't really like). Though there is a new store in town that might have more of a selection. Daikon radishes, a Japanese thing I think, are great, that is another sort of sprout that might have some interesting flavor. I might try the lentils I have, for sprouting. I have a LOT of lentils. When I ordered, I didn't realize, exactly, just how much was coming. No loss there, in my view, as long as they last stored this way. Cracked, or sprouted, wheat is okay too, though more a think for cooking or baking, as I see it. Hmm... never did get a grain mill. Money... gotta wait for that to build back up though. Money, money, money, innit? Or time, or effort. When one thing isn't in the way, another is. Oh, I could buy the machine, and easily enough. I am just getting used to having a good little cushion (I do mean little, compared to a solid, real, saver). But, it's what I have with where I am at. Still, I want that cushion to be larger before buying. Always little and big things on the list, always.
I made a small little purchase recently. Included in the set is a book on butchering meat, game and tame. I am sure there are limits to the book, but it will be a start before I am carving a moose, bear, beaver, goat, or caribou into dinner. I have butchered a small deer, if I butchered the butchering. But I did it without a book, minus help, and on my own as the first animal I have ever worked. A blood mess. But I did get enough good meat off to have processed into jerky and summer sausages. Thirty pounds worth? Something. It was a small deer, and I missed or ruined almost as much as I got. They probably had to toss some of the meat because of fur. Still, it worked out. I... just don't want to have to start at that point in the future.
Most of the drains seem to be faster. The tub is not all that much faster though. Or doesn't seem to be. I'm thinking of getting a bath in today. Lemon-lime salt soak? Yeah. I really like that one. I'm out of the bigger jars, using them for salt soaks, sprouting, and losing one to droppage. I'll be buying another stack or two of those the next time I am in town. They hold 16 ounces, I believe, half quarts. Is there another term for that size? Cups and pints would be larger numeratored fractions, though there might be some old-timey term. I don't know it.
Raining, again. Cloudy. Cool, but I have the thermo up. Tired of being tired, with a sense of wet, and cold. I can fix one of those. I have been reading a good deal. Not sure how many short stories I have burned through. An half dozen? A dozen, in the last three or four days? It's sort of like speed dating. Some don't get the full time. Not interested in lesbian lifestyle, worse when they have a kid. Poor kid. Most of the stories are by the socially and culturally disaffected generations, but some are tolerable, some are junk, some are reasonable. Even if I didn't come from the typical family, or other, it is the ideal. The hope. To be supported. I'm surprised Vox put this in. Most of it is good. I guess, with a group of authors and publishing what it is, it is surprising to get a majority of even 'good-enough'. And, like when I watched television, skipping the trash is the option. Though, often, you can't tell if it is trash until you are into it a bit.
I have one more in this line of books, after this one is finished. Then I don't know. I'm not reading at the pace I had been, but I am going at a pretty good clip. Sometimes I take a little breather between stories, sometimes I just try to shift perspective on the fly. Either way, it slows down my reading. I'm hoping I have a chunk of a book to hit next. Though, when the book about butchering comes in, I am hoping to read it along with the sci-fi/fiction. Had to do it in college, if I didn't care for it much. As with food and working when not feeling like it, though, it really isn't about feelings. Not real life, can't be. That's what's wrong with my, and adjacent, generations. Feelings, and living for those.
Later.
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Well, I don't know. I put the dream section separate, because... well... it's a serious downer. It is what it is, and what will be will be. But, for now, I am where I am, facing the direction I am going, and I'll keep this journal entry on that track. Didn't want to taint this meat of effort and hope with the bile of those truths, understandings.
I can't say today is a great day. I worked a bit Saturday, and Sunday was busier than it should have been. So getting going, even today, is... It probably won't happen to a greater extent. As I used to stretch my sleep or wake cycles into days, I am stretching my week into weeks. Sometimes it just happens. Some people can do it. I end up paying a price, a steep one. And so it is. Yesterday was off, today will be as well, most likely. I'd like to hit normal weekend things though, sort of as I did yesterday.
Finishing some dishes, a meal or two, but coffee as I wake. A fresh pot was made ready last night, and loaded this morning. It's good that it's not a weekend. I need to order medicine, some of it. I ordered some Monday, through the automated system, and will try again with another medicine today. Sometimes that seems to go through, sometimes not so much. And, while it is, technically, a weekend, I would still like to hit the weights. It's been a while, just so busy with the cave. When I get on a track it is sometimes difficult to get off it. Having ten pounders in stock is great. I'll probably up the dumbbells and definitely the curl bar, though I'll leave the barbell alone for now. I like to increase in parts, almost never whole, unless I hit that magic button from time to time, and can raise everything, all at once, and sometimes in groups for a while. I'm not there yet. I know it when I see it.
Grain mush and sprouts for breakfast, after some coffee soothes jangled nerve and tight muscle. Yeah, it can do that. I have been reviewing other sorts of sprouts. Some charge way too much, others are just goofy (charging less for organic than inorganic? Really?), so I'm looking around carefully. Local prices are okay, but not optimal. And selection isn't great (couldn't find mustard or radish, except in mixes I didn't really like). Though there is a new store in town that might have more of a selection. Daikon radishes, a Japanese thing I think, are great, that is another sort of sprout that might have some interesting flavor. I might try the lentils I have, for sprouting. I have a LOT of lentils. When I ordered, I didn't realize, exactly, just how much was coming. No loss there, in my view, as long as they last stored this way. Cracked, or sprouted, wheat is okay too, though more a think for cooking or baking, as I see it. Hmm... never did get a grain mill. Money... gotta wait for that to build back up though. Money, money, money, innit? Or time, or effort. When one thing isn't in the way, another is. Oh, I could buy the machine, and easily enough. I am just getting used to having a good little cushion (I do mean little, compared to a solid, real, saver). But, it's what I have with where I am at. Still, I want that cushion to be larger before buying. Always little and big things on the list, always.
I made a small little purchase recently. Included in the set is a book on butchering meat, game and tame. I am sure there are limits to the book, but it will be a start before I am carving a moose, bear, beaver, goat, or caribou into dinner. I have butchered a small deer, if I butchered the butchering. But I did it without a book, minus help, and on my own as the first animal I have ever worked. A blood mess. But I did get enough good meat off to have processed into jerky and summer sausages. Thirty pounds worth? Something. It was a small deer, and I missed or ruined almost as much as I got. They probably had to toss some of the meat because of fur. Still, it worked out. I... just don't want to have to start at that point in the future.
Most of the drains seem to be faster. The tub is not all that much faster though. Or doesn't seem to be. I'm thinking of getting a bath in today. Lemon-lime salt soak? Yeah. I really like that one. I'm out of the bigger jars, using them for salt soaks, sprouting, and losing one to droppage. I'll be buying another stack or two of those the next time I am in town. They hold 16 ounces, I believe, half quarts. Is there another term for that size? Cups and pints would be larger numeratored fractions, though there might be some old-timey term. I don't know it.
Raining, again. Cloudy. Cool, but I have the thermo up. Tired of being tired, with a sense of wet, and cold. I can fix one of those. I have been reading a good deal. Not sure how many short stories I have burned through. An half dozen? A dozen, in the last three or four days? It's sort of like speed dating. Some don't get the full time. Not interested in lesbian lifestyle, worse when they have a kid. Poor kid. Most of the stories are by the socially and culturally disaffected generations, but some are tolerable, some are junk, some are reasonable. Even if I didn't come from the typical family, or other, it is the ideal. The hope. To be supported. I'm surprised Vox put this in. Most of it is good. I guess, with a group of authors and publishing what it is, it is surprising to get a majority of even 'good-enough'. And, like when I watched television, skipping the trash is the option. Though, often, you can't tell if it is trash until you are into it a bit.
I have one more in this line of books, after this one is finished. Then I don't know. I'm not reading at the pace I had been, but I am going at a pretty good clip. Sometimes I take a little breather between stories, sometimes I just try to shift perspective on the fly. Either way, it slows down my reading. I'm hoping I have a chunk of a book to hit next. Though, when the book about butchering comes in, I am hoping to read it along with the sci-fi/fiction. Had to do it in college, if I didn't care for it much. As with food and working when not feeling like it, though, it really isn't about feelings. Not real life, can't be. That's what's wrong with my, and adjacent, generations. Feelings, and living for those.
Later.
Dreams and oddities.
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I didn't drop until 1:30 last night. Exactly? Well... by which clock or watch? Actually if I knew which was read I could tell you much more exactly. I think it was the cell, which means... pretty much as spot on as I get. Crashed pretty fast, hard, but not roughly really. I figured it would be another late wake. Nope. Popped out of bed at about 8:05-8:10... my alarm is way fast, and a moving target, so I have to guess a bit. Not going to lump in there while I'm waking to check. Though I should square the clocks, alarm, and wrist watches sometime soon, since I am squaring the rest of life and the cave. I don't mind the alarm and the watches being fast, I just like them precisely fast, and prefer 10, 15, and 30 minute markers for setting them ahead. Or is it setting them behind? Anyway...
Dreams. Siblings. Only a few of us aren't boomers, as if that has made a difference. The generations have been collapsing on each other, tech and secularism adding to the collapse. Not much left to men these days. It's not looking to improve. On another score, I had thought my mother was one as well, but she missed but about as much as I missed. A review, though, of my set.
I remind, I have something like 41 adopted, step, foster, and half brothers and sisters. I have lived, at one time or another, with half of them, or more. I even stayed with one of my foster sisters, for a short while, after she was grown... if I was still a later teen. I've at least met, and known, all but one half brother and seven half sisters. Conversations, accusations, thoughts, and notes. The largest family any of my siblings has created is three children. Three of them did that. Several of them have two children. Most of the others, who bothered with children, have one. But most have none. For my part, I had a dead heart and a surety death was with me. Having a truck run over you, then park on you, isn't actually a fair assessment. Though that wasn't the reason either. I wouldn't have had children had I remained healthy, not... the normal family way anyway. I know have three children out there, at least. Two of those women weren't going to tell me, and I didn't follow up on them when I found out either. My guess is I probably have at least another three out there. Just running numbers. Back, even in my day, and for some men, women didn't abort. Even now, if they catch the seed of kings, they keep it. Women have a weird mind-body-spirit thing going on. Only in the last decade or two have I started... seeing that pattern.
Few of my siblings have anything to pass on. Many are so in debt that there is nothing, and no prospect of getting out of debt. Many who have something are busy spending it on "their golden years". Reverse mortgages, increasing debt, declining income. Nothing but ashes, and probably funeral costs. I have dug out of debt, save for the house and one card I keep a varying balance on. Most won't change, perhaps at this point can't. Trips to the Bahamas, or Hawaii... new cars, motorcycles, snowmobiles, and boats... an apartment for a girlfriend on the side if they can, or a property they could otherwise be renting... electronics out the... every channel on the tube and all the ways to store their favorite shows... bought organic food, the most delicious of cuts, and complete climate control. The lust of feeling good all of the time, in all ways, leaving nothing for even their own children.
Depressing. Angry. But... so be it. At this point at least two generations are a waste. The third and fourth don't seem to be learning from the past, but following it with abandon, what few there are. When outsourcing isn't enough to keep pace, even with a dying economy, they stop exporting the work and importing workers. Seems that might be stopped, for the moment, but it'll be back. Either that or the economy will simply crash. Heck, McDonalds is on the skids, even Walmart and Amazon seem to be in trouble. The middle class have become the new poor, and are getting poorer through various means by the minute. No point to the dream, just an understanding. One more reason to get out, if time allows. When monsters run out of blood they'll go for flesh, pounds of it. When hungry enough, everyone becomes a vampire, werewolf, and maybe worse. It's coming. I'm not interested in long pig or the culture that all that involves.
Harsh dream. Lots of finger-pointing, lots of self-recrimination, but I am pleased with my new direction if not my exact situation. I have to move forward, but the situation isn't going to get better and has never been ideal, only partly with my fingerprints on it. I simply might be able to escape some of the worsening. Not really only for my sake, mind you, not of flesh anyway. The desert, hot or cold, is simply better than Sodom. And it's all going to Sodom... what isn't already there AND getting worse.
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I didn't drop until 1:30 last night. Exactly? Well... by which clock or watch? Actually if I knew which was read I could tell you much more exactly. I think it was the cell, which means... pretty much as spot on as I get. Crashed pretty fast, hard, but not roughly really. I figured it would be another late wake. Nope. Popped out of bed at about 8:05-8:10... my alarm is way fast, and a moving target, so I have to guess a bit. Not going to lump in there while I'm waking to check. Though I should square the clocks, alarm, and wrist watches sometime soon, since I am squaring the rest of life and the cave. I don't mind the alarm and the watches being fast, I just like them precisely fast, and prefer 10, 15, and 30 minute markers for setting them ahead. Or is it setting them behind? Anyway...
Dreams. Siblings. Only a few of us aren't boomers, as if that has made a difference. The generations have been collapsing on each other, tech and secularism adding to the collapse. Not much left to men these days. It's not looking to improve. On another score, I had thought my mother was one as well, but she missed but about as much as I missed. A review, though, of my set.
I remind, I have something like 41 adopted, step, foster, and half brothers and sisters. I have lived, at one time or another, with half of them, or more. I even stayed with one of my foster sisters, for a short while, after she was grown... if I was still a later teen. I've at least met, and known, all but one half brother and seven half sisters. Conversations, accusations, thoughts, and notes. The largest family any of my siblings has created is three children. Three of them did that. Several of them have two children. Most of the others, who bothered with children, have one. But most have none. For my part, I had a dead heart and a surety death was with me. Having a truck run over you, then park on you, isn't actually a fair assessment. Though that wasn't the reason either. I wouldn't have had children had I remained healthy, not... the normal family way anyway. I know have three children out there, at least. Two of those women weren't going to tell me, and I didn't follow up on them when I found out either. My guess is I probably have at least another three out there. Just running numbers. Back, even in my day, and for some men, women didn't abort. Even now, if they catch the seed of kings, they keep it. Women have a weird mind-body-spirit thing going on. Only in the last decade or two have I started... seeing that pattern.
Few of my siblings have anything to pass on. Many are so in debt that there is nothing, and no prospect of getting out of debt. Many who have something are busy spending it on "their golden years". Reverse mortgages, increasing debt, declining income. Nothing but ashes, and probably funeral costs. I have dug out of debt, save for the house and one card I keep a varying balance on. Most won't change, perhaps at this point can't. Trips to the Bahamas, or Hawaii... new cars, motorcycles, snowmobiles, and boats... an apartment for a girlfriend on the side if they can, or a property they could otherwise be renting... electronics out the... every channel on the tube and all the ways to store their favorite shows... bought organic food, the most delicious of cuts, and complete climate control. The lust of feeling good all of the time, in all ways, leaving nothing for even their own children.
Depressing. Angry. But... so be it. At this point at least two generations are a waste. The third and fourth don't seem to be learning from the past, but following it with abandon, what few there are. When outsourcing isn't enough to keep pace, even with a dying economy, they stop exporting the work and importing workers. Seems that might be stopped, for the moment, but it'll be back. Either that or the economy will simply crash. Heck, McDonalds is on the skids, even Walmart and Amazon seem to be in trouble. The middle class have become the new poor, and are getting poorer through various means by the minute. No point to the dream, just an understanding. One more reason to get out, if time allows. When monsters run out of blood they'll go for flesh, pounds of it. When hungry enough, everyone becomes a vampire, werewolf, and maybe worse. It's coming. I'm not interested in long pig or the culture that all that involves.
Harsh dream. Lots of finger-pointing, lots of self-recrimination, but I am pleased with my new direction if not my exact situation. I have to move forward, but the situation isn't going to get better and has never been ideal, only partly with my fingerprints on it. I simply might be able to escape some of the worsening. Not really only for my sake, mind you, not of flesh anyway. The desert, hot or cold, is simply better than Sodom. And it's all going to Sodom... what isn't already there AND getting worse.
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
The drains.
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I have been working with the baking soda and vinegar scheme, followed by boiling water. The first attempt was very mild. Not much baking soda would fit down the tube on the tub. The second time was a little better. Finally I was able to get a full cup of the stuff in. Each time followed by vinegar and hot water, boiling or what had just been boiling. It is running a bit better, but that isn't quite enough. I am pretty sure there isn't a way for roots to have torn into the piping, so I'm not really sure what else might be the problem.
The bathroom sink drain seems to be running faster, though, too. Just not all that much faster. In the short test runs I did with it, on the good side, the flow didn't just stop. I have been having to pump the mechanized plug handle, allowing air in, or the drain process would just stop. It might sit for days, as if I was in a hurry to get out, or something else and just left it, water could stay until I pumped it out. I have been trying to remove the plug from the bar mechanism. I've not ever actually done that before... or at least never learned how you are supposed to do it. I would like to run some of this gunk down several other drains... bathroom and kitchen sinks, at least, as well as the tub. Just in case those have separate build-ups, or can attack a main one from different angles. All experimental, you know.
Just following up on an idea I had heard, and then shown, now that I have the materials to tinker. After I finish with that for the day, I might get eggs to boiling and finish pickling the last two half gallon jars of the stuff. My first batch of those should be ready on the 3rd, but I'll wait until the 4th to try one. Over-engineer, then you can coast. Or... that's my theory.
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Another hit on the tub. This time, before adding hot water which I still haven't done, I listened. It sounded like the vinegar and baking soda were still working. Then it fizzled out. I added more vinegar, let it drain, and... it started reacting again, further along. I kept that process up until I needed to sit a bit. A half crouch for an half hour gets to the knees and calves. A bit of a break and I'm going to hit it again, with more vinegar. If need be, I'll add more baking soda. I'll be working this until it seems to have opened up. I supposed, depending on how long your drain pipe is, or how blocked up it is, this process might just take... a while. It sure sounds like the fizzing is moving deeper and deeper, the vinegar takes longer to reach the stuff to begin the reaction again. I have to wonder how long the drain pipe is though? No, I'm not hooked to main sewer. I have a septic tank... somewhere. I expect it would fizz in there, too, and I would hear it, but it would sound different than fizzing in a pipe, and it wouldn't keep getting more distant. Can barely hear it at this point.
If at first you don't succeed, more vinegar I guess, and patience. But... I am excited. This really might be all that was needed. Thankfully I bought way more baking soda than I thought I would need for this, since I wanted extra around for... well... baking. And I vastly overestimated how much vinegar I would need for pickling the eggs, though wanted some extra of that around too. All good. Back to my experiment after a spot of coffee and some music. When I hear something different, then I'll pour the two or three gallons of water I boiled down the tube. Hopefully that will finish clearing the pipes, wash anything extra down, and moderate the vinegar and dissolve the baking soda... or spread it out. Who knows.
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I have been working with the baking soda and vinegar scheme, followed by boiling water. The first attempt was very mild. Not much baking soda would fit down the tube on the tub. The second time was a little better. Finally I was able to get a full cup of the stuff in. Each time followed by vinegar and hot water, boiling or what had just been boiling. It is running a bit better, but that isn't quite enough. I am pretty sure there isn't a way for roots to have torn into the piping, so I'm not really sure what else might be the problem.
The bathroom sink drain seems to be running faster, though, too. Just not all that much faster. In the short test runs I did with it, on the good side, the flow didn't just stop. I have been having to pump the mechanized plug handle, allowing air in, or the drain process would just stop. It might sit for days, as if I was in a hurry to get out, or something else and just left it, water could stay until I pumped it out. I have been trying to remove the plug from the bar mechanism. I've not ever actually done that before... or at least never learned how you are supposed to do it. I would like to run some of this gunk down several other drains... bathroom and kitchen sinks, at least, as well as the tub. Just in case those have separate build-ups, or can attack a main one from different angles. All experimental, you know.
Just following up on an idea I had heard, and then shown, now that I have the materials to tinker. After I finish with that for the day, I might get eggs to boiling and finish pickling the last two half gallon jars of the stuff. My first batch of those should be ready on the 3rd, but I'll wait until the 4th to try one. Over-engineer, then you can coast. Or... that's my theory.
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Another hit on the tub. This time, before adding hot water which I still haven't done, I listened. It sounded like the vinegar and baking soda were still working. Then it fizzled out. I added more vinegar, let it drain, and... it started reacting again, further along. I kept that process up until I needed to sit a bit. A half crouch for an half hour gets to the knees and calves. A bit of a break and I'm going to hit it again, with more vinegar. If need be, I'll add more baking soda. I'll be working this until it seems to have opened up. I supposed, depending on how long your drain pipe is, or how blocked up it is, this process might just take... a while. It sure sounds like the fizzing is moving deeper and deeper, the vinegar takes longer to reach the stuff to begin the reaction again. I have to wonder how long the drain pipe is though? No, I'm not hooked to main sewer. I have a septic tank... somewhere. I expect it would fizz in there, too, and I would hear it, but it would sound different than fizzing in a pipe, and it wouldn't keep getting more distant. Can barely hear it at this point.
If at first you don't succeed, more vinegar I guess, and patience. But... I am excited. This really might be all that was needed. Thankfully I bought way more baking soda than I thought I would need for this, since I wanted extra around for... well... baking. And I vastly overestimated how much vinegar I would need for pickling the eggs, though wanted some extra of that around too. All good. Back to my experiment after a spot of coffee and some music. When I hear something different, then I'll pour the two or three gallons of water I boiled down the tube. Hopefully that will finish clearing the pipes, wash anything extra down, and moderate the vinegar and dissolve the baking soda... or spread it out. Who knows.
Trains?
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I have a trip coming up later in the season. My mind had been focused only on the choice of driving or flying. Flying is out. If I want some ape jostling my junk, at my expense, I'd commit a crime and do the time. Since I am not interested in criminal pursuits or the rough justice from such, I'll stick to driving. However, reading another blog, the idea of taking the train came up. Oh, lots of complaints about surly employees (not so nice as air stewardesses) and this and that. Look, if you are a bedwetter, and are willing to let your body be molested for a smile, go for it. I don't need niceties, I just want to get to my destination. I don't expect much, in any case, and am quite often not surprised. Oddly, though, I am often more surprised, and in a better way, than bedwetters who think they can buy genuine kindness, or... whatever. It's not for sale. Sometimes someone offers you that, but it isn't because of their paycheck, it's because they see something in you. Maybe that you aren't a bedwetter?
Anyway... So I went digging. Can't sleep innit. I didn't have great hopes. It would be a long trip. As it turns, the trip would be much longer. No direct path, not even three. Back through California, then on to Texas? Worse. It wouldn't be three segments, more like eight or nine. Not all of it a train ride, some of bus. Bus? Not a chance. A bus, in some parts of the MidWest, maybe. But not through California. Thank you, Compton! Wait, Compton is now Mexican. Anyway, no buses. That's out.
However, I haven't really seen California. Not that I would go anytime soon. But perhaps, if the drought breaks, before Alaska? Maybe. And a train might be the way to do it. It would save on vehicle use. The trip is long enough that a room, with private shower and toilet, would be a consideration. Renting a car there, or maybe researching other means of transport while there... cost and difficulty comparisons would take place before that decision would be made. I have no interest in going East on the train... Hmm, then again, maybe a trip back to old home, to see my mother before I go? I'm almost sure she might pick me up, or... again... I could rent a buggy for a few days. Wouldn't stay long. Not my way anymore.
Just the notion that trains exist offer another consideration for things I thought might be out of reach. I don't need someone to bring me a pillow and blanket. I don't care if someone sneaks a cig in the john, I don't care if the conductor is some Jane who thinks she is a G.I. Don't care, so long as when I get to point A, they take me to point B. I'm a big boy, stopped wetting the bed when my bladder joined me in growing up. Dang kids, anyway. The one thing, though, finding a price... they just aren't coughing that up. I'll try again. But it's looking like I would have to enter all data, and maybe card, first. Not going to happen. Will just call if all else online fails.
Might be bedtime. Getting grumpy enough. Love that edge though, it's what keeps me going. Good night, I hope.
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Hmm? Well, this time, though to a single destination, the prices popped before I was asked to enter any information. I suppose when people see how many hitches in the ride on long distances they simply dump the plan? Anyway, from here to San Fran, Fisherman's Wharf (typical tourist area, but a safe start point for a noob, from which to escape after some research), with a private room both ways, $300. Not bad. Saves on gas plus a room. Gas alone would be more, and a room for both up and back would be in the $200 range. So... yeah... maybe... A three day trip, for example... mid-week so as to cut down on some of the tourist clusterfuckage... one could hope. But only if the place gets water before I leave to Alaska. Hmm... maybe winter though, either way?
Just trying to cross some things off of an odd to-do list. Must have been in Cali at one time, or how did I get into Tijuana? I know I was there, but totally don't remember Cali. Was in Cali, once, for a day, for my brothers wedding, but didn't have time to do any looking. Other than the whole place seemed like one big city, until far enough away.
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Someone still shows me what they think might help me along my path. As I fail to sleep, someone... through viewing, showed me to this. Yeah, it might help at that.
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I have a trip coming up later in the season. My mind had been focused only on the choice of driving or flying. Flying is out. If I want some ape jostling my junk, at my expense, I'd commit a crime and do the time. Since I am not interested in criminal pursuits or the rough justice from such, I'll stick to driving. However, reading another blog, the idea of taking the train came up. Oh, lots of complaints about surly employees (not so nice as air stewardesses) and this and that. Look, if you are a bedwetter, and are willing to let your body be molested for a smile, go for it. I don't need niceties, I just want to get to my destination. I don't expect much, in any case, and am quite often not surprised. Oddly, though, I am often more surprised, and in a better way, than bedwetters who think they can buy genuine kindness, or... whatever. It's not for sale. Sometimes someone offers you that, but it isn't because of their paycheck, it's because they see something in you. Maybe that you aren't a bedwetter?
Anyway... So I went digging. Can't sleep innit. I didn't have great hopes. It would be a long trip. As it turns, the trip would be much longer. No direct path, not even three. Back through California, then on to Texas? Worse. It wouldn't be three segments, more like eight or nine. Not all of it a train ride, some of bus. Bus? Not a chance. A bus, in some parts of the MidWest, maybe. But not through California. Thank you, Compton! Wait, Compton is now Mexican. Anyway, no buses. That's out.
However, I haven't really seen California. Not that I would go anytime soon. But perhaps, if the drought breaks, before Alaska? Maybe. And a train might be the way to do it. It would save on vehicle use. The trip is long enough that a room, with private shower and toilet, would be a consideration. Renting a car there, or maybe researching other means of transport while there... cost and difficulty comparisons would take place before that decision would be made. I have no interest in going East on the train... Hmm, then again, maybe a trip back to old home, to see my mother before I go? I'm almost sure she might pick me up, or... again... I could rent a buggy for a few days. Wouldn't stay long. Not my way anymore.
Just the notion that trains exist offer another consideration for things I thought might be out of reach. I don't need someone to bring me a pillow and blanket. I don't care if someone sneaks a cig in the john, I don't care if the conductor is some Jane who thinks she is a G.I. Don't care, so long as when I get to point A, they take me to point B. I'm a big boy, stopped wetting the bed when my bladder joined me in growing up. Dang kids, anyway. The one thing, though, finding a price... they just aren't coughing that up. I'll try again. But it's looking like I would have to enter all data, and maybe card, first. Not going to happen. Will just call if all else online fails.
Might be bedtime. Getting grumpy enough. Love that edge though, it's what keeps me going. Good night, I hope.
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Hmm? Well, this time, though to a single destination, the prices popped before I was asked to enter any information. I suppose when people see how many hitches in the ride on long distances they simply dump the plan? Anyway, from here to San Fran, Fisherman's Wharf (typical tourist area, but a safe start point for a noob, from which to escape after some research), with a private room both ways, $300. Not bad. Saves on gas plus a room. Gas alone would be more, and a room for both up and back would be in the $200 range. So... yeah... maybe... A three day trip, for example... mid-week so as to cut down on some of the tourist clusterfuckage... one could hope. But only if the place gets water before I leave to Alaska. Hmm... maybe winter though, either way?
Just trying to cross some things off of an odd to-do list. Must have been in Cali at one time, or how did I get into Tijuana? I know I was there, but totally don't remember Cali. Was in Cali, once, for a day, for my brothers wedding, but didn't have time to do any looking. Other than the whole place seemed like one big city, until far enough away.
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Someone still shows me what they think might help me along my path. As I fail to sleep, someone... through viewing, showed me to this. Yeah, it might help at that.
Sleep just won't happen.
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Can't make it, no way to push it. Yesterday, or the night before, I stayed in bed for four hours before surrendering and just... staying up until sleep found me. Not going to do that tonight. Beds, to me, are as uncomfortable as hospitals, as tombs. Even though I cooled things off, it just doesn't matter. Thoughts, you know. Haunts from recent dreams... from life... from death... can see them more clearly when I rest, even if I can't sleep. Especially when I cannot sleep. Sometimes they play havoc on sleep, though I'm not sure that is the case now. Just the weather, perhaps I didn't work enough today, though each may play some part.
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Can't make it, no way to push it. Yesterday, or the night before, I stayed in bed for four hours before surrendering and just... staying up until sleep found me. Not going to do that tonight. Beds, to me, are as uncomfortable as hospitals, as tombs. Even though I cooled things off, it just doesn't matter. Thoughts, you know. Haunts from recent dreams... from life... from death... can see them more clearly when I rest, even if I can't sleep. Especially when I cannot sleep. Sometimes they play havoc on sleep, though I'm not sure that is the case now. Just the weather, perhaps I didn't work enough today, though each may play some part.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Out earlier than I thought.
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It does seem the walking dead have taken up driving. Yeah, holiday, but... speed limit! Gah! Never mind. Then again, ahead of me someone driving 15 miles under the limit with someone riding my bumper behind. Of course. No way to pass, for me. The car behind me had many chances. I made it to town without blood letting. Just cranked the stereo.
I called first, didn't want to go if my friend had already found some other way to town. Though... today... maybe. I really wanted to get fresh eggs, baking soda, and check the sale at the sporting goods store. He did want to go and hadn't found a ride. Didn't seem all that happy to see me, but that's fine. Sort of sullen. I have been busy, haven't been stopping in much, but the weather is too cold and wet for him to like to be out, I have been busy as noted, and such. I think there is something else though too. Not sure which, blog or real life either, might have got him in a snoot. He'll either tell me, sooner or later, or not.
I couldn't find anything I wanted, other than some things not really on my list, for there. The price was quite good, from where else I have looked, so I bought six 10 pound Olympic weights. I used to have four, but they have disappeared. Must make great anchors? Anyway, I was just going to buy four, but then remember that four was always a bit shy. If I begin using a set on each dumbbell, that is that. The extra pair means, if I need 10 pounds on two other bars, I can use the tens and four fives. usually I would have enough to much around. I like adding a very specific weight as I am working things up, and adjusting to a felt resistance want. It's a bit of trial and error, but with some decent guestimating going in. Flexibility is key. I got six, and really nice ones (not by brand, by function... hand holes for ease of picking up!), for the price I would have paid for just four at the next best priced place I found.
I was hoping for a bench, and stands, that can hold 1k. Their sales were good enough that I might have been willing to buy those ahead of time. Otherwise, as is the case, I will wait until I am doing two sets of 200 pounds benching before moving up. That is the limit of my current setup. Not if, when. Hopefully later this summer to mid winter. Christmas present? Maybe. Cheaper than the camera!
Then I just took my friend home. He didn't seem to need or want anything else. I even offered to cover something he seemed to want but was short regarding (until he could get to the bank). Nope! So, I just took him on home and went on about my business. More fruit was an add I hadn't intended. Eggs, milk, baking soda, and a few other things made it to the cart. I am really watching what I buy, and buying only what I am sure I can use, or mostly use. Fruit is... tricky. Sometimes it will last three days, sometimes eight or nine. You never know. Three or four apples, oranges, and grapefruit this time. I try to mix it up, but there aren't that many easy to clean and eat fruits, really. I'm just not into mucking around slicing up watermelon or cantaloupe, or messing with seeds inside something, or... Simple. Keep it simple. Wash, maybe, then put in a basket. Pick up later, and just eat or peel and eat. Easy.
Not much done today, but a bit. I might do a few last things this evening. Since I'll be letting the girls crowd in tonight, I best turn the furnace off. Oh, had another late teen to 20 something like my hair. At first I couldn't tell if he was hating, or being weird, or what. I did something, and it almost spooked him into offering the compliment. I really thought about suggesting he just surprise everyone and go get it, or something like in more to his liking. It's essentially a flat (but long, just kept/swept back) mohawk, with a high pony tail, and a secondary band near the middle of the pony tail. I didn't, but I should have. Might have gotten in serious trouble, but that, my friend, is how you learn. If you can take it, and do so, understand you best be able, and willing, to keep it, take the pain, and even lose it. That IS life. Even on these little detail things. Fourth compliment from a younger man on this particular 'do'. Not why I do it, mind you, or for dames. I do it because it is how I like it, it is cool (literally, with the side venting), and yet I keep some longer hair. It's not style, or social, it just works.
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It does seem the walking dead have taken up driving. Yeah, holiday, but... speed limit! Gah! Never mind. Then again, ahead of me someone driving 15 miles under the limit with someone riding my bumper behind. Of course. No way to pass, for me. The car behind me had many chances. I made it to town without blood letting. Just cranked the stereo.
I called first, didn't want to go if my friend had already found some other way to town. Though... today... maybe. I really wanted to get fresh eggs, baking soda, and check the sale at the sporting goods store. He did want to go and hadn't found a ride. Didn't seem all that happy to see me, but that's fine. Sort of sullen. I have been busy, haven't been stopping in much, but the weather is too cold and wet for him to like to be out, I have been busy as noted, and such. I think there is something else though too. Not sure which, blog or real life either, might have got him in a snoot. He'll either tell me, sooner or later, or not.
I couldn't find anything I wanted, other than some things not really on my list, for there. The price was quite good, from where else I have looked, so I bought six 10 pound Olympic weights. I used to have four, but they have disappeared. Must make great anchors? Anyway, I was just going to buy four, but then remember that four was always a bit shy. If I begin using a set on each dumbbell, that is that. The extra pair means, if I need 10 pounds on two other bars, I can use the tens and four fives. usually I would have enough to much around. I like adding a very specific weight as I am working things up, and adjusting to a felt resistance want. It's a bit of trial and error, but with some decent guestimating going in. Flexibility is key. I got six, and really nice ones (not by brand, by function... hand holes for ease of picking up!), for the price I would have paid for just four at the next best priced place I found.
I was hoping for a bench, and stands, that can hold 1k. Their sales were good enough that I might have been willing to buy those ahead of time. Otherwise, as is the case, I will wait until I am doing two sets of 200 pounds benching before moving up. That is the limit of my current setup. Not if, when. Hopefully later this summer to mid winter. Christmas present? Maybe. Cheaper than the camera!
Then I just took my friend home. He didn't seem to need or want anything else. I even offered to cover something he seemed to want but was short regarding (until he could get to the bank). Nope! So, I just took him on home and went on about my business. More fruit was an add I hadn't intended. Eggs, milk, baking soda, and a few other things made it to the cart. I am really watching what I buy, and buying only what I am sure I can use, or mostly use. Fruit is... tricky. Sometimes it will last three days, sometimes eight or nine. You never know. Three or four apples, oranges, and grapefruit this time. I try to mix it up, but there aren't that many easy to clean and eat fruits, really. I'm just not into mucking around slicing up watermelon or cantaloupe, or messing with seeds inside something, or... Simple. Keep it simple. Wash, maybe, then put in a basket. Pick up later, and just eat or peel and eat. Easy.
Not much done today, but a bit. I might do a few last things this evening. Since I'll be letting the girls crowd in tonight, I best turn the furnace off. Oh, had another late teen to 20 something like my hair. At first I couldn't tell if he was hating, or being weird, or what. I did something, and it almost spooked him into offering the compliment. I really thought about suggesting he just surprise everyone and go get it, or something like in more to his liking. It's essentially a flat (but long, just kept/swept back) mohawk, with a high pony tail, and a secondary band near the middle of the pony tail. I didn't, but I should have. Might have gotten in serious trouble, but that, my friend, is how you learn. If you can take it, and do so, understand you best be able, and willing, to keep it, take the pain, and even lose it. That IS life. Even on these little detail things. Fourth compliment from a younger man on this particular 'do'. Not why I do it, mind you, or for dames. I do it because it is how I like it, it is cool (literally, with the side venting), and yet I keep some longer hair. It's not style, or social, it just works.
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