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Contrast? Enhance? I can't quite get the word. Hmm... paraphrase isn't it, as it's a quote used twice. At the end of this song, the beginning of the other. Never mind. Too tired, too long awake, to early, to late, and all that jazz. Still, here it is. I knew there was something... connecting this to that song.
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Wyoming.
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True enough. Headed out today without a clue. Honey, maybe shopping, a hike, and a meal... probably. Late, of course, was the hour. I was going as fast as I could which wasn't. I should have taken a jacket. Still chilly, especially when the sun sets.
The honey plant was the first stop. I picked up two kinds... the multi-state clover honey and the mountain honey. A premium on the later. Easy to know why. I plan on getting a couple of quarts more of the mountain honey, just to keep in the pantry, and use slowly through time. I can't eat a lot of honey. But I do need some sweets. As I was saying when buying, until I found real honey, I thought I didn't even like honey at all. A lot of the store bought stuff is... well... it almost might as well have been manufactured. Same with maple syrup. Life is a bit better with more local items, if too that isn't always possible or even always best. It's a sound principal, if not truly survivable, not for me. Do my best.
After that, a trip into the mountains. A hike along the way. A bit more travel, further on, and then to the border with Wyoming. It's been years since I was through there. Born but not raised there. My friend, too, was born there. Like me, he was a traveler. And yet he has family there, as I do in Iowa and Colorado. Quite a thing.
On the way we notice deer. Lots of deer. Lots and lots and lots of deer. All along the last forty miles of highway. Two larger herds, plus smatterings of singles and small groups. Shortly before seeing the second larger herd, we spotted a hefty band of antelope. I haven't seen wild antelope since I was a kid. On the way back we then spotted a badger. Quite an interesting drive. Thankfully we weren't, mostly, on blind curves in odd places. The two I remember seeing there, the deer did not seem interested in testing their mettle. A hawk and raven were seen as well. All in all it was a very good day to get out, and what was done while out was well worth the effort. My friend had to push, a bit, to get me going. And he himself wasn't sure he was ready. As I said, once the foot is out the door, the opportunity begins making itself.
Hope to get out again, and this Sunday. I'll try to be more timely, but my schedule is just... it's one way and in the wrong way. I'll do my best. Dang it, I think I can. When life is going this well it's worth pushing a bit more. This time birding, to my west I believe, and perhaps to the south a bit too, but in the valley. If time and light hold, travel might take us further afield if necessary. I need to find my bino's and get my camera ready. Adventure awaits the... unwary? That notion puts a grin on my face.
Oh, a tuna steak and rice for dinner. I forgot to shop, so no lemon. Not always needed, just a nice extra touch. And for tea. Ah well.
Later, perhaps good night.
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True enough. Headed out today without a clue. Honey, maybe shopping, a hike, and a meal... probably. Late, of course, was the hour. I was going as fast as I could which wasn't. I should have taken a jacket. Still chilly, especially when the sun sets.
The honey plant was the first stop. I picked up two kinds... the multi-state clover honey and the mountain honey. A premium on the later. Easy to know why. I plan on getting a couple of quarts more of the mountain honey, just to keep in the pantry, and use slowly through time. I can't eat a lot of honey. But I do need some sweets. As I was saying when buying, until I found real honey, I thought I didn't even like honey at all. A lot of the store bought stuff is... well... it almost might as well have been manufactured. Same with maple syrup. Life is a bit better with more local items, if too that isn't always possible or even always best. It's a sound principal, if not truly survivable, not for me. Do my best.
After that, a trip into the mountains. A hike along the way. A bit more travel, further on, and then to the border with Wyoming. It's been years since I was through there. Born but not raised there. My friend, too, was born there. Like me, he was a traveler. And yet he has family there, as I do in Iowa and Colorado. Quite a thing.
On the way we notice deer. Lots of deer. Lots and lots and lots of deer. All along the last forty miles of highway. Two larger herds, plus smatterings of singles and small groups. Shortly before seeing the second larger herd, we spotted a hefty band of antelope. I haven't seen wild antelope since I was a kid. On the way back we then spotted a badger. Quite an interesting drive. Thankfully we weren't, mostly, on blind curves in odd places. The two I remember seeing there, the deer did not seem interested in testing their mettle. A hawk and raven were seen as well. All in all it was a very good day to get out, and what was done while out was well worth the effort. My friend had to push, a bit, to get me going. And he himself wasn't sure he was ready. As I said, once the foot is out the door, the opportunity begins making itself.
Hope to get out again, and this Sunday. I'll try to be more timely, but my schedule is just... it's one way and in the wrong way. I'll do my best. Dang it, I think I can. When life is going this well it's worth pushing a bit more. This time birding, to my west I believe, and perhaps to the south a bit too, but in the valley. If time and light hold, travel might take us further afield if necessary. I need to find my bino's and get my camera ready. Adventure awaits the... unwary? That notion puts a grin on my face.
Oh, a tuna steak and rice for dinner. I forgot to shop, so no lemon. Not always needed, just a nice extra touch. And for tea. Ah well.
Later, perhaps good night.
Friday, March 18, 2016
It's on.
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My friend called. Twice... twice before I woke. Then again which did wake me. But... I wasn't awake. :p I called him back about an hour later. I think? I thought he was going to call back, but might have... gotten lost in his world or we had a misunderstanding. No real worries, just as it goes. Two hours, I suggested, then napped for an half hour more, meaning to sleep a full hour more. Woke and am coming to life a bit early.
A blog post, some music, a shower, then in to town. A stop at the honey plant, maybe, then a short hike somewhere, perhaps. Just getting out. Late, but it'll do. A meal somewhere, too. A small one. I have fish for tonight. I need to get lemons from the store. Now, what I don't use on fish I can add to tea from time to time. I've become downright British, and then some, as to tea. It's easier than coffee, can more easily be consumed hot or cold, and can be brewed several times (one load of leaves). Second and third brewings are actually better, milder, not so acidic. At some point it becomes more like slightly colored, brown or yellow/green, water. But that isn't bad. Plus, having been filtered, then essentially distilled, it's good water. Now you know I see why people went to tea and coffee... that, too, will truly clean water (of much/some).
Want to go? Well, yes! And, no. But this is why it is good to have friends. I need to get out. Might well not on my own. And I do like getting out. It's good. At least once the foot is out the door.
Ah, on to just a touch of music, to rouse the bod. Later.
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My friend called. Twice... twice before I woke. Then again which did wake me. But... I wasn't awake. :p I called him back about an hour later. I think? I thought he was going to call back, but might have... gotten lost in his world or we had a misunderstanding. No real worries, just as it goes. Two hours, I suggested, then napped for an half hour more, meaning to sleep a full hour more. Woke and am coming to life a bit early.
A blog post, some music, a shower, then in to town. A stop at the honey plant, maybe, then a short hike somewhere, perhaps. Just getting out. Late, but it'll do. A meal somewhere, too. A small one. I have fish for tonight. I need to get lemons from the store. Now, what I don't use on fish I can add to tea from time to time. I've become downright British, and then some, as to tea. It's easier than coffee, can more easily be consumed hot or cold, and can be brewed several times (one load of leaves). Second and third brewings are actually better, milder, not so acidic. At some point it becomes more like slightly colored, brown or yellow/green, water. But that isn't bad. Plus, having been filtered, then essentially distilled, it's good water. Now you know I see why people went to tea and coffee... that, too, will truly clean water (of much/some).
Want to go? Well, yes! And, no. But this is why it is good to have friends. I need to get out. Might well not on my own. And I do like getting out. It's good. At least once the foot is out the door.
Ah, on to just a touch of music, to rouse the bod. Later.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Right.
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Ducks. I was a bit nervous that the ones I prefer might be gone quickly. They are seasonal. It is past season and clocking fast. Plenty on hand can go quickly. Still, had to check my finances. I thought my bank had sent an email suggesting my account was low, my main account. Not good. I thought they did that when it was sub $100, or even $50. Nope. Not a problem at all, from what I could see. A little low, but... that was sort of expected with recent events. After looking over both accounts, I believed I could order the birds. I won't be ordering fish for several months, the ducks are eaten quarterly so won't be a soon expense, I am caught up on the house or that is on-tap, and I have enough, this month, to almost buy the cow and processing. Still, I should hold off, for sure, next month. I like having a good safety egg in there. I'd like to, eventually, get to a small nest egg in the $10's of k's, but...
Anyway... ducks are, or will be, on the way. Beef is coming in. Then a hog, after the beef. I'll probably need to order more fish the month after the beef arrives. Just for Fridays, mostly. It's nice to try, whatever, in it's freshest state of course. I may not be homesteading, but I am learning to manage a larder. I am hoping to get some of the beef cut so as to make jerky. Bits and pieces of this and that. I may never really get into canning, but I can and am doing some things. It really isn't bad.
Oh, the other day I was lamenting not being able to get out and being out of butter. I took half a pound to my friends, for the shrimp cook. Wasn't needed, but forgot it. Anyway, back to lamenting the fact of having no butter... I remembered, then, that I had purchased canned butter. I wasn't sure how good that would be. It probably had to be better than nothing. So I dug in, found and opened a can, and used it in several ways. I used it with fish, I used it with popcorn, and I used it to make a butter pan sauce with a steak. It smells really good. To be honest, the taste was simply mild. It wasn't too salty, or weird tasting at all. I was... really trying to find a way to hate or dislike it. Why? To get over it if it was a failure of a purchase. At this point, I happily recommend it. It's Red Feather brand, from Australia. I wouldn't recommend it for daily daily, simply too expensive. And fresh butter cannot be beat if available. However, having a can or dozen on hand, for any problem, would not be bad. As I suggested, I prep as much for times where health doesn't allow a visit to the store as for emergencies of larger scales.
Oh, right. The neighbors brought pancakes yesterday. Not a usual dinner night, but it was sure welcome. And those were some of the best pancakes I have ever eaten. The canned butter did quite well on that, too. Lucky, if I just remember to make myself so? Half and half, and not what some put on their peaches. :p
Later.
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Ducks. I was a bit nervous that the ones I prefer might be gone quickly. They are seasonal. It is past season and clocking fast. Plenty on hand can go quickly. Still, had to check my finances. I thought my bank had sent an email suggesting my account was low, my main account. Not good. I thought they did that when it was sub $100, or even $50. Nope. Not a problem at all, from what I could see. A little low, but... that was sort of expected with recent events. After looking over both accounts, I believed I could order the birds. I won't be ordering fish for several months, the ducks are eaten quarterly so won't be a soon expense, I am caught up on the house or that is on-tap, and I have enough, this month, to almost buy the cow and processing. Still, I should hold off, for sure, next month. I like having a good safety egg in there. I'd like to, eventually, get to a small nest egg in the $10's of k's, but...
Anyway... ducks are, or will be, on the way. Beef is coming in. Then a hog, after the beef. I'll probably need to order more fish the month after the beef arrives. Just for Fridays, mostly. It's nice to try, whatever, in it's freshest state of course. I may not be homesteading, but I am learning to manage a larder. I am hoping to get some of the beef cut so as to make jerky. Bits and pieces of this and that. I may never really get into canning, but I can and am doing some things. It really isn't bad.
Oh, the other day I was lamenting not being able to get out and being out of butter. I took half a pound to my friends, for the shrimp cook. Wasn't needed, but forgot it. Anyway, back to lamenting the fact of having no butter... I remembered, then, that I had purchased canned butter. I wasn't sure how good that would be. It probably had to be better than nothing. So I dug in, found and opened a can, and used it in several ways. I used it with fish, I used it with popcorn, and I used it to make a butter pan sauce with a steak. It smells really good. To be honest, the taste was simply mild. It wasn't too salty, or weird tasting at all. I was... really trying to find a way to hate or dislike it. Why? To get over it if it was a failure of a purchase. At this point, I happily recommend it. It's Red Feather brand, from Australia. I wouldn't recommend it for daily daily, simply too expensive. And fresh butter cannot be beat if available. However, having a can or dozen on hand, for any problem, would not be bad. As I suggested, I prep as much for times where health doesn't allow a visit to the store as for emergencies of larger scales.
Oh, right. The neighbors brought pancakes yesterday. Not a usual dinner night, but it was sure welcome. And those were some of the best pancakes I have ever eaten. The canned butter did quite well on that, too. Lucky, if I just remember to make myself so? Half and half, and not what some put on their peaches. :p
Later.
Play nice?
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Actually, yes, usually. Not advice, though it is on offer. When something is a problem, start out nice. Only if it gets sticky should you begin with applying force. Further, targeted, limited, force is best. Just enough to get the bolt to loosen, then back to simple efforts. Force is too rich, expensive I mean, to spend anywhere and everywhere. I have learned this myself, for myself, especially as health fell.
A call to check on the return of the pants I had ordered, then returned. The colors I wanted were gone, they had been the only ones of those on sale. I knew there might be an issue with a higher price. I did not demand an equal price, or cause any fuss. I let her run her program and do her things. I could barely hear her, though I let that pass. In time she even let me know why. Travel, getting back from vacation, and first day back after R&R. After all was set, I asked if the price would be the same. Nope, but she looked a bit. Then asked about the price. I didn't have the info, but she found it and... reset it all to my initial price, though with a bit for the shipping label. Done deal.
Next I called about the ducks I ordered. For whatever reason, they didn't get the order. Odd, but okay. I don't want to buy this month, but next. Their stock seems good. I am hoping they hold until I can order. All good, now I know. Those things have been bugging me, like fleas, for some time. Now I know. The world can move so fast this time, and so slowly that.
I am going to make another attempt to call about getting a local doc. Third time the charm? Wouldn't bet on it. That system, along with the whole of the V.A., is meant to time people out to death. A third, from what I am hearing, of applicants die before their cases are even reviewed. It isn't from lack of money, they always get even more than they ask to receive. Then again, perhaps that is why. Fill the union coffers and they make sure to keep costs down, one way or the other. Business.
Later.
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Actually, yes, usually. Not advice, though it is on offer. When something is a problem, start out nice. Only if it gets sticky should you begin with applying force. Further, targeted, limited, force is best. Just enough to get the bolt to loosen, then back to simple efforts. Force is too rich, expensive I mean, to spend anywhere and everywhere. I have learned this myself, for myself, especially as health fell.
A call to check on the return of the pants I had ordered, then returned. The colors I wanted were gone, they had been the only ones of those on sale. I knew there might be an issue with a higher price. I did not demand an equal price, or cause any fuss. I let her run her program and do her things. I could barely hear her, though I let that pass. In time she even let me know why. Travel, getting back from vacation, and first day back after R&R. After all was set, I asked if the price would be the same. Nope, but she looked a bit. Then asked about the price. I didn't have the info, but she found it and... reset it all to my initial price, though with a bit for the shipping label. Done deal.
Next I called about the ducks I ordered. For whatever reason, they didn't get the order. Odd, but okay. I don't want to buy this month, but next. Their stock seems good. I am hoping they hold until I can order. All good, now I know. Those things have been bugging me, like fleas, for some time. Now I know. The world can move so fast this time, and so slowly that.
I am going to make another attempt to call about getting a local doc. Third time the charm? Wouldn't bet on it. That system, along with the whole of the V.A., is meant to time people out to death. A third, from what I am hearing, of applicants die before their cases are even reviewed. It isn't from lack of money, they always get even more than they ask to receive. Then again, perhaps that is why. Fill the union coffers and they make sure to keep costs down, one way or the other. Business.
Later.
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Some success.
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Sleep is rolling day into night, again. It grew overcast, then snowed, the last few days. The snow is gone. It is still dark, again. Cold too. That ruffles feathers regarding sleep regularity.
I did not make the call I was hoping to make. I was not awake enough to attempt it. Later on I called my mother. She sounded rather chipper. We did have a good talk. Last week she was ill. I told her to call me in that situation. If nothing else, I can pray. Yeah, it helps. I then called my friend. Just to check on him, mostly. As well, I am hoping to get out Friday. Weather is supposed to break by then. He knows where to get good local honey. I would like to get a quart or two and a pint. They offer several types of honey, valley stuff, a mix of various states' clover honey, and mountain honey. The valley stuff isn't quite as tasty, or so I hear. If you have allergies, however, the valley honey offers a type of antidote to that through the processing of local pollen and such. Or so the tale goes. My friend is pretty sure it is helping him. My deal is that I don't suffer from allergies, not even ones which used to be severe. A wasp sting a year or two ago didn't even give me a minor fit. He knows where to get it. Plus, throw in a hike perhaps. If weather continues to improve, perhaps another hike Sunday. Yes, I am trying to figure things out. I can't seem to hit appointments, or exact time windows, but I can, if time is flexible, make it somewhere, eventually.
I have been working on keeping a bit of food in my belly. I am showering. I have done minor house cleaning, if not quite enough to keep up really. Still, slowing the slide has it's benefits. If I can figure out how to get going I might... never mind. I'll keep at it. Just not a housekeeper. I might hit the bathroom, soon. The floor, really. I keep the lou in pretty good shape, and the shower/tub. And my new trick will help me keep up the rest easier as well. Yeah, it's worth problem solving. The thing is, sometimes, even when it is right in front of me, I don't always see there is a problem to solve. Everyone has that problem though.
Dinner and a nap? Maybe popcorn, a movie, then a nap? Something like that. I am crashing, at an odd time. Though if I can use that to swing my days around, all the better. Later. Or, maybe, good night. Hmm... perhaps with something to ponder, something(s) coming up, I can focus? That will guide me to... Nah. I think the sudden onset of sleepiness is some sort of major or minor weather change seeping in. Yeah, later or good night.
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Sleep is rolling day into night, again. It grew overcast, then snowed, the last few days. The snow is gone. It is still dark, again. Cold too. That ruffles feathers regarding sleep regularity.
I did not make the call I was hoping to make. I was not awake enough to attempt it. Later on I called my mother. She sounded rather chipper. We did have a good talk. Last week she was ill. I told her to call me in that situation. If nothing else, I can pray. Yeah, it helps. I then called my friend. Just to check on him, mostly. As well, I am hoping to get out Friday. Weather is supposed to break by then. He knows where to get good local honey. I would like to get a quart or two and a pint. They offer several types of honey, valley stuff, a mix of various states' clover honey, and mountain honey. The valley stuff isn't quite as tasty, or so I hear. If you have allergies, however, the valley honey offers a type of antidote to that through the processing of local pollen and such. Or so the tale goes. My friend is pretty sure it is helping him. My deal is that I don't suffer from allergies, not even ones which used to be severe. A wasp sting a year or two ago didn't even give me a minor fit. He knows where to get it. Plus, throw in a hike perhaps. If weather continues to improve, perhaps another hike Sunday. Yes, I am trying to figure things out. I can't seem to hit appointments, or exact time windows, but I can, if time is flexible, make it somewhere, eventually.
I have been working on keeping a bit of food in my belly. I am showering. I have done minor house cleaning, if not quite enough to keep up really. Still, slowing the slide has it's benefits. If I can figure out how to get going I might... never mind. I'll keep at it. Just not a housekeeper. I might hit the bathroom, soon. The floor, really. I keep the lou in pretty good shape, and the shower/tub. And my new trick will help me keep up the rest easier as well. Yeah, it's worth problem solving. The thing is, sometimes, even when it is right in front of me, I don't always see there is a problem to solve. Everyone has that problem though.
Dinner and a nap? Maybe popcorn, a movie, then a nap? Something like that. I am crashing, at an odd time. Though if I can use that to swing my days around, all the better. Later. Or, maybe, good night. Hmm... perhaps with something to ponder, something(s) coming up, I can focus? That will guide me to... Nah. I think the sudden onset of sleepiness is some sort of major or minor weather change seeping in. Yeah, later or good night.
No, not yet.
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No, she said. A whisper to a sense other than the ears. Heard, well, though. I knew what she meant. I could not comfort her. I will here. I think it will find it's way to her. No, I agree, not yet. Not by far. Only a place I visit on the border between here and there, from time to time. Much as when family visit their kin, where they are buried. Only, it is myself, of other times, with whom I tarry. No worries. I am... well built.
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No, she said. A whisper to a sense other than the ears. Heard, well, though. I knew what she meant. I could not comfort her. I will here. I think it will find it's way to her. No, I agree, not yet. Not by far. Only a place I visit on the border between here and there, from time to time. Much as when family visit their kin, where they are buried. Only, it is myself, of other times, with whom I tarry. No worries. I am... well built.
Dark. Hope too.
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Buried in life, flesh, time. No pain, at the moment. Forms of chaos, lost in a confusion of moments. I've had worse, and it might yet be mended. There is a way.
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Buried in life, flesh, time. No pain, at the moment. Forms of chaos, lost in a confusion of moments. I've had worse, and it might yet be mended. There is a way.
Monday, March 14, 2016
I don't I can't be sure.
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Off medication. I remember what I couldn't remember on medication. The life I lived for so long is back.
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Off medication. I remember what I couldn't remember on medication. The life I lived for so long is back.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Up, down, off, on.
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I can't seem to get going, rest, get things done. What happens happens. It has little to do with will. Luck, mostly. My blog readings are odd. First, for three days, I get many readers, or pageviews anyway. Only some of that shows up, or seems to show up. I mean, what is being viewed... I have 6,000 plus posts. The viewers seemed to favor certain ones, which changed over time. But I never did get a good grip on what, if anything, they were seeking. Other things didn't make sense about that. The last few days have been odd in a new way. Now I am, by the stats, getting four times as many visitors and pageviews. Possible, just odd. Something to consider.
Medicine? Yeah... until I can figure out how to get regular resupplies of everything I'm not taking anything. And... that is a bit of a problem. I suspect that is why life is hit or miss. I meant to call all week but keep losing... track... nerve... maybe a mix of things. I won't keep going on medicine only to find out they won't resupply and I have to cut again. From what I have seen, half doses don't do anything. They don't help with bp or blood sugars. Insulin is being sent, but that is the last of the supply until the V.A. decides to put me on a program for local doctors, who may then send scripts in, assuming the doctor will accept the program. But I can't make the V.A. do it's job. It was supposed to be done. That is the call I haven't made. Tomorrow, maybe. Not a lot of confidence. This was supposed to have been done. They said they were doing it. Nothing. Again.
I'm thawing one of the tuna steaks for tomorrow. Actually I ought to thaw two. I'll try to thaw them in the fridge, though, if that doesn't work, I'll have to water bath thaw them tomorrow. One will be for dinner. The other I will cook, then tear into bits for a true tuna salad dressing. Hmm... I'll just thaw one. I'll do the other the next time I'm pretty sure I'll be in town. Tuna salad is only good on bread or a salad. In my opinion, mind you.
Later.
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I can't seem to get going, rest, get things done. What happens happens. It has little to do with will. Luck, mostly. My blog readings are odd. First, for three days, I get many readers, or pageviews anyway. Only some of that shows up, or seems to show up. I mean, what is being viewed... I have 6,000 plus posts. The viewers seemed to favor certain ones, which changed over time. But I never did get a good grip on what, if anything, they were seeking. Other things didn't make sense about that. The last few days have been odd in a new way. Now I am, by the stats, getting four times as many visitors and pageviews. Possible, just odd. Something to consider.
Medicine? Yeah... until I can figure out how to get regular resupplies of everything I'm not taking anything. And... that is a bit of a problem. I suspect that is why life is hit or miss. I meant to call all week but keep losing... track... nerve... maybe a mix of things. I won't keep going on medicine only to find out they won't resupply and I have to cut again. From what I have seen, half doses don't do anything. They don't help with bp or blood sugars. Insulin is being sent, but that is the last of the supply until the V.A. decides to put me on a program for local doctors, who may then send scripts in, assuming the doctor will accept the program. But I can't make the V.A. do it's job. It was supposed to be done. That is the call I haven't made. Tomorrow, maybe. Not a lot of confidence. This was supposed to have been done. They said they were doing it. Nothing. Again.
I'm thawing one of the tuna steaks for tomorrow. Actually I ought to thaw two. I'll try to thaw them in the fridge, though, if that doesn't work, I'll have to water bath thaw them tomorrow. One will be for dinner. The other I will cook, then tear into bits for a true tuna salad dressing. Hmm... I'll just thaw one. I'll do the other the next time I'm pretty sure I'll be in town. Tuna salad is only good on bread or a salad. In my opinion, mind you.
Later.
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Oh, right.
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I've been here, looking at things, and living, of course, the last few days. But something happened that made me nervous. Just a bit. I've had over 10k hits in the last three days. I am sure, to some bloggers, that means nothing. Typical. That is over 10% of the views, sum total, since I started this blog, the first post being January 20, 2007. At first I thought it must be a connection gone haywire. Some sort of attempt to read here that created echoes, or more... artificial independent page hits. How would that happen? How does lightning strike, how is a baby really conceived and born, how hot is it really on the surface of a given sun? I don't know. It wasn't that though, unless it is happening on many systems and browsers. I doubt if I saw them all, but I saw at least a dozen of each of those, split evenly among the more common ones, with many from less common such as unix and using browsers I truly don't know... one even referring to the browser as "UNTRUSTED", if there were only 4 from that browser. It only showed for a bit then disappeared. But 10,000 page visits? That's crazy, baby.
Oh, as to life. The fish I ordered arrived. All I can say, at this point, for sure, is that it looked, smelled, and felt, very good. If you have been raised on fish, you learn to know the feel. Any give in the flesh, any of that 'special' fish scent as it heads into poison, slime anywhere... then you do not eat it. It is even more suspicious, in my eyes, than chicken. Pork isn't as suspicious, if it is well done. Only shellfish are more suspicious than fish. Still, what I got seems to be absolutely tops. I had to do the work of portioning and refreezing, actually cutting steaks from the tuna. The shrimp came in two packages which will do. One went right into the freezer. I washed my hands before touching any of it, after unwrapping each package... which were unpackaged and process individually, then I washed my hands thoroughly between packages, and heavily washed again when done. I really don't treat fish lightly.
As it turns out, my friend was not feeling the best, not up to cooking. He wanted to get out though, shopping and an easier meal. His treat. At least I got out. Tonight, shrimp and the rest.
Cloudy and dark lately. Spring isn't quite here, if you go strictly by temps... or more it's spring but a hard, cold, one? I keep trying to call it spring and it keeps resisting the title. Still, it's nice, to my mind. Dark but good. The darkness is what kicks me back a step. Cooler temps are fine. When it's usually above freezing, and by twenty points or more, I'm easily fine. But when it's dark, I hit the dirt and have to push to rise. Good exercise!?! Bah! Later.
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I've been here, looking at things, and living, of course, the last few days. But something happened that made me nervous. Just a bit. I've had over 10k hits in the last three days. I am sure, to some bloggers, that means nothing. Typical. That is over 10% of the views, sum total, since I started this blog, the first post being January 20, 2007. At first I thought it must be a connection gone haywire. Some sort of attempt to read here that created echoes, or more... artificial independent page hits. How would that happen? How does lightning strike, how is a baby really conceived and born, how hot is it really on the surface of a given sun? I don't know. It wasn't that though, unless it is happening on many systems and browsers. I doubt if I saw them all, but I saw at least a dozen of each of those, split evenly among the more common ones, with many from less common such as unix and using browsers I truly don't know... one even referring to the browser as "UNTRUSTED", if there were only 4 from that browser. It only showed for a bit then disappeared. But 10,000 page visits? That's crazy, baby.
Oh, as to life. The fish I ordered arrived. All I can say, at this point, for sure, is that it looked, smelled, and felt, very good. If you have been raised on fish, you learn to know the feel. Any give in the flesh, any of that 'special' fish scent as it heads into poison, slime anywhere... then you do not eat it. It is even more suspicious, in my eyes, than chicken. Pork isn't as suspicious, if it is well done. Only shellfish are more suspicious than fish. Still, what I got seems to be absolutely tops. I had to do the work of portioning and refreezing, actually cutting steaks from the tuna. The shrimp came in two packages which will do. One went right into the freezer. I washed my hands before touching any of it, after unwrapping each package... which were unpackaged and process individually, then I washed my hands thoroughly between packages, and heavily washed again when done. I really don't treat fish lightly.
As it turns out, my friend was not feeling the best, not up to cooking. He wanted to get out though, shopping and an easier meal. His treat. At least I got out. Tonight, shrimp and the rest.
Cloudy and dark lately. Spring isn't quite here, if you go strictly by temps... or more it's spring but a hard, cold, one? I keep trying to call it spring and it keeps resisting the title. Still, it's nice, to my mind. Dark but good. The darkness is what kicks me back a step. Cooler temps are fine. When it's usually above freezing, and by twenty points or more, I'm easily fine. But when it's dark, I hit the dirt and have to push to rise. Good exercise!?! Bah! Later.
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Days back to days?
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I never can tell if what seems to be happening is what is happening. I am awake and it is nearly 19:00. My days and nights could flip at a moments notice. It's is a treacherous world, more than for most, in which I attempt to gain purchases or advantage, or even mild contracts of will. Still, every time I can bring myself to focus to remember, I go that way. It might be the way of pain. It is the only way I know. Screw the notion of it being bracing, or a challenge, or such. It is, sometimes, simply a duty to which I have sworn myself. I won't complain. I have seen what happens when folk surrender. I'll keep at it. Even if I don't, can't, always know what the score is, or even what the game, or rules, or anything is.
I did complete the rice, and put it up. The eggs where peeled and put up. And the beans have been soaking for a goodly bit. I may actually reset those to a fresh soak. I ought to pull some hamburger from the freezer as well. Hamburger is lambasted as poor man's food, but only in these times of luxury can we say that. Take away electricity and you will see how valuable it is. A luxury item, at one time, now a basic food item. I may or may not do a pot of lentils tomorrow. Those do well with the others and on their own.
I called my friend and let him know that, when the seafood arrives, if he does the other parts I would bring some buy to share out. It is better to share, by far. As I've told my friend, I have been well gifted by many, even the many. I won't say I deserve it, only that when I have needed I have had what I needed, and sometimes what I wanted. I am merely a student in the area, practicing what I was taught. I remember my mother, today, suggesting her mother had taught her much. She was talking about cooking, specifically. Though I know more was taught. And it's funny, as I was thinking, several times lately, of how much she has taught me. More along the lines I am writing here, though cooking too. I forgot to tell her. I will. She should know she is appreciated while I can tell her.
Tired, but not too tired. Yesterday was quite good. I won't be doing much tomorrow. A bit of cleaning, cooking the beans, maybe some other cooking, and a shower. Monday I might try to get out again. Just a trip to the sand pit for some plinking. A box of .45's, maybe a box of 9 mm. I'd love to get the .22s out, but I just haven't reached the number of reserves I feel comfortable with, so as to shoot more. Perhaps another few thousand? I ought to check my reserves. To be honest, if it all goes downhill and fast, .22 is the round I expect to be using the most. At least over the long haul. Assuming survival. But when haven't I been so "lucky"?
Forgive if I am a bit forgetful. I know there was something I was supposed to do here on the blog. Well, and several things I meant to do in the cave too. I'll keep at it. Eventually I will be less far behind.
Good night.
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I never can tell if what seems to be happening is what is happening. I am awake and it is nearly 19:00. My days and nights could flip at a moments notice. It's is a treacherous world, more than for most, in which I attempt to gain purchases or advantage, or even mild contracts of will. Still, every time I can bring myself to focus to remember, I go that way. It might be the way of pain. It is the only way I know. Screw the notion of it being bracing, or a challenge, or such. It is, sometimes, simply a duty to which I have sworn myself. I won't complain. I have seen what happens when folk surrender. I'll keep at it. Even if I don't, can't, always know what the score is, or even what the game, or rules, or anything is.
I did complete the rice, and put it up. The eggs where peeled and put up. And the beans have been soaking for a goodly bit. I may actually reset those to a fresh soak. I ought to pull some hamburger from the freezer as well. Hamburger is lambasted as poor man's food, but only in these times of luxury can we say that. Take away electricity and you will see how valuable it is. A luxury item, at one time, now a basic food item. I may or may not do a pot of lentils tomorrow. Those do well with the others and on their own.
I called my friend and let him know that, when the seafood arrives, if he does the other parts I would bring some buy to share out. It is better to share, by far. As I've told my friend, I have been well gifted by many, even the many. I won't say I deserve it, only that when I have needed I have had what I needed, and sometimes what I wanted. I am merely a student in the area, practicing what I was taught. I remember my mother, today, suggesting her mother had taught her much. She was talking about cooking, specifically. Though I know more was taught. And it's funny, as I was thinking, several times lately, of how much she has taught me. More along the lines I am writing here, though cooking too. I forgot to tell her. I will. She should know she is appreciated while I can tell her.
Tired, but not too tired. Yesterday was quite good. I won't be doing much tomorrow. A bit of cleaning, cooking the beans, maybe some other cooking, and a shower. Monday I might try to get out again. Just a trip to the sand pit for some plinking. A box of .45's, maybe a box of 9 mm. I'd love to get the .22s out, but I just haven't reached the number of reserves I feel comfortable with, so as to shoot more. Perhaps another few thousand? I ought to check my reserves. To be honest, if it all goes downhill and fast, .22 is the round I expect to be using the most. At least over the long haul. Assuming survival. But when haven't I been so "lucky"?
Forgive if I am a bit forgetful. I know there was something I was supposed to do here on the blog. Well, and several things I meant to do in the cave too. I'll keep at it. Eventually I will be less far behind.
Good night.
Spring is so temperamental.
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Being temperamental isn't all bad. Adds variety. The high today, so far, has only been 40. Or, from what I have seen. That number is dropping. It has been cloudy and is beginning to sprinkle, perhaps more a light rain given that everything is actually wet. It was good that I got out yesterday. I suppose I can handle cold and rain, but only just so much. While I do well in winter, rain with that sort of cool can be a bit harsh. Still, it is a good day, if nothing else to enjoy the indoors. If I heal even more, I suspect days like today, at least on my own, will be doable.
I called my mother. They were supposed to have a good day. It is ending up more like what my weather is like. Spring has, mostly, sprung for her as well. It's just that spring is as I described. She sounded good, even cheery.
I hope to begin getting things sorted. As I may have mentioned, the beef won't be ready until May. As I have tended all other money issues, and am doing just fine, I ordered ducks and fish. Not daily items, too expensive. Yet definitely not from China. Don't tell me fish that are packaged from china were caught in US waters. Just don't. They wouldn't send them all that way, then back. And, even if they did for some reason, who knows how much Chinese fishery fish would have been added in. Trust me, you don't want to go there. You can order fish from US fisheries, and fresh frozen or even fresh. It will just cost. I would like to go to fish, or more meatless in the traditional sense, Fridays. It's not a requirement anymore. Still, I like the reasons surrounding the notion. Since I can't always get out and celebrate the Mass and all, I can still attempt to do what is more right and traditional here at home.
I'd like to work on a few more things. Finish the dishes, clean the bathroom, begin more in depth on the kitchen... if it doesn't look like I have started, I have. You just had to compare and contrast the present with the near past. Better, if slightly, though much more needs to be done. Oh, and to begin tearing down boxes while I am at it. Those could go in Monday, maybe. I am sort of stuck in my gaming. The addition content for Dark Souls 2... I've completed some of the bosses, others just have me hung up. I have finished all of the bosses and content in the original game. I'm trying to finish the add content first, before trying the game at game plus level, or more. Bleh. I may just leave it though, move on to the next game. I am pretty sure the game just requires your character to die enough before allowing you to win. Yeah, I think it is rigged.
Later.
Oh, I am back to doing this and that with food. A dozen and an half eggs boiled. They are cooling and about to be peeled. As well, a couple of cups of rice have been set to cook. I may do a batch of beans while I am at it. Next month I will order a medium term supply of quinoa. Sometime this summer I will order another batch, and see how long it stores. I didn't like the Idaho seed, I never was able to get it to cook right. Either it is much pickier, or just a lot different than any other type of quinoa I have tried. I really wanted to make it work, it was a good deal less expensive. Oh well.
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Being temperamental isn't all bad. Adds variety. The high today, so far, has only been 40. Or, from what I have seen. That number is dropping. It has been cloudy and is beginning to sprinkle, perhaps more a light rain given that everything is actually wet. It was good that I got out yesterday. I suppose I can handle cold and rain, but only just so much. While I do well in winter, rain with that sort of cool can be a bit harsh. Still, it is a good day, if nothing else to enjoy the indoors. If I heal even more, I suspect days like today, at least on my own, will be doable.
I called my mother. They were supposed to have a good day. It is ending up more like what my weather is like. Spring has, mostly, sprung for her as well. It's just that spring is as I described. She sounded good, even cheery.
I hope to begin getting things sorted. As I may have mentioned, the beef won't be ready until May. As I have tended all other money issues, and am doing just fine, I ordered ducks and fish. Not daily items, too expensive. Yet definitely not from China. Don't tell me fish that are packaged from china were caught in US waters. Just don't. They wouldn't send them all that way, then back. And, even if they did for some reason, who knows how much Chinese fishery fish would have been added in. Trust me, you don't want to go there. You can order fish from US fisheries, and fresh frozen or even fresh. It will just cost. I would like to go to fish, or more meatless in the traditional sense, Fridays. It's not a requirement anymore. Still, I like the reasons surrounding the notion. Since I can't always get out and celebrate the Mass and all, I can still attempt to do what is more right and traditional here at home.
I'd like to work on a few more things. Finish the dishes, clean the bathroom, begin more in depth on the kitchen... if it doesn't look like I have started, I have. You just had to compare and contrast the present with the near past. Better, if slightly, though much more needs to be done. Oh, and to begin tearing down boxes while I am at it. Those could go in Monday, maybe. I am sort of stuck in my gaming. The addition content for Dark Souls 2... I've completed some of the bosses, others just have me hung up. I have finished all of the bosses and content in the original game. I'm trying to finish the add content first, before trying the game at game plus level, or more. Bleh. I may just leave it though, move on to the next game. I am pretty sure the game just requires your character to die enough before allowing you to win. Yeah, I think it is rigged.
Later.
Oh, I am back to doing this and that with food. A dozen and an half eggs boiled. They are cooling and about to be peeled. As well, a couple of cups of rice have been set to cook. I may do a batch of beans while I am at it. Next month I will order a medium term supply of quinoa. Sometime this summer I will order another batch, and see how long it stores. I didn't like the Idaho seed, I never was able to get it to cook right. Either it is much pickier, or just a lot different than any other type of quinoa I have tried. I really wanted to make it work, it was a good deal less expensive. Oh well.
There were times, there are notions, if no more.
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Most never set out to be what they become. Most do not know what they are. One can become trapped by one's nature. Then one must do what is required. If want, or even need, exists beyond what can be obtained freely, deals must be brokered. I have sold almost everything I have, at one point or another. To a woman, to the crowd, to the state. These things are done, but remembered. Lessons were learned. Freedom? I realized that is a choice, not a time, allowance, something that can be bought bartered or given. Just... thinking.
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Most never set out to be what they become. Most do not know what they are. One can become trapped by one's nature. Then one must do what is required. If want, or even need, exists beyond what can be obtained freely, deals must be brokered. I have sold almost everything I have, at one point or another. To a woman, to the crowd, to the state. These things are done, but remembered. Lessons were learned. Freedom? I realized that is a choice, not a time, allowance, something that can be bought bartered or given. Just... thinking.
A bit of a day yesterday.
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The package I needed to return was ready, so it went. A number of items I meant to send along to my friend finally were bundled and taken as well. Odd how such things work out. His little nonstick frypan had stopped doing it's function, so the one I offered was welcome. He asked if it was functionally nonstick. I assured him it was. Had to laugh, even if it was a fair question. While the old saying suggests to not look into the mouth of a gift horse, I have always denied the saying as folly. I grant that it is wise to do exactly so. I honestly think either the saying was messed up in time, or the twist of humor it was spoken together with was lost. Especially if it was based on Troy, the destruction of which came about from not looking into the mouth of a gift horse, or thereabouts if not exactly.
On to town. I thought I'd be heading in and arriving by 11:00. As is I was an hour late. Sometimes I get a bit lost in the hereafter. I go to do something, forget what I was here after, then go on to something else I forget. Or remember, but too many hereafters! I'm not a draft dodger, coach, I'm just not always able to focus on what I am doing and the world is a big target in summation. Get there, however, I did. After a bit of talk, a meal. I keep having the spicy italian omelet, or something like that. With rye toast. I just found out they make sourdough. So, next time, I told my friend I might have sourdough toast! Not yesterday though, I need to be prepared for change. :p Yeah, I might become predictable at times, fall into a rut of long standing order. Or I might just get up and walk into the future, or past. You never know with my kind. Don't necessarily believe, just don't disbelieve. Let it be.
Then on up into the mountains. A trip to see about finding a small hike. The path, on the far side, is still rather snowy and icy, along the river. This side, however, had a place for a minor walk. And the day was as perfect as a spring day gets. It was in the mid 50's to low 60's. The sun was shining but not blazing. There was just a touch of river breeze, as I would call it. Maybe not of the river, but following it. Light enough not to leave a mark or require a jacket. A slow pace and a thousand yards, perhaps. A good start for hiking season. I always think I can just do lots. And while I can, I might shoot my foot and disable myself. Working up to it more slowly and humbly might be the way. After that, a bit more of a drive, just for good measure on such a fine day.
A bit more talking, then it was getting time to go. In the vehicle, before heading back, I saw that it wasn't too late. I hope. So I called about the beef. It turns out that it won't be ready until, perhaps, May. Cool. And, probably, it shouldn't be too much of a price problem, even if it dropped today. Good. So... all I have to do is keep what I have in the account, and add bits to it until then, so as to have no issue with costs. Finances are back in order. Hmm, I may see about paying the mortgage for this month, on time. Then again, I have it set for next month. Messing with it might be a problem. Yeah, I'll just leave it. Ugh. Now can I have some rest? Well... after I figure out medicine. Bleh.
Yes, I am just waking. My day is shifting back to daylight, just in fits and starts. Later.
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The package I needed to return was ready, so it went. A number of items I meant to send along to my friend finally were bundled and taken as well. Odd how such things work out. His little nonstick frypan had stopped doing it's function, so the one I offered was welcome. He asked if it was functionally nonstick. I assured him it was. Had to laugh, even if it was a fair question. While the old saying suggests to not look into the mouth of a gift horse, I have always denied the saying as folly. I grant that it is wise to do exactly so. I honestly think either the saying was messed up in time, or the twist of humor it was spoken together with was lost. Especially if it was based on Troy, the destruction of which came about from not looking into the mouth of a gift horse, or thereabouts if not exactly.
On to town. I thought I'd be heading in and arriving by 11:00. As is I was an hour late. Sometimes I get a bit lost in the hereafter. I go to do something, forget what I was here after, then go on to something else I forget. Or remember, but too many hereafters! I'm not a draft dodger, coach, I'm just not always able to focus on what I am doing and the world is a big target in summation. Get there, however, I did. After a bit of talk, a meal. I keep having the spicy italian omelet, or something like that. With rye toast. I just found out they make sourdough. So, next time, I told my friend I might have sourdough toast! Not yesterday though, I need to be prepared for change. :p Yeah, I might become predictable at times, fall into a rut of long standing order. Or I might just get up and walk into the future, or past. You never know with my kind. Don't necessarily believe, just don't disbelieve. Let it be.
Then on up into the mountains. A trip to see about finding a small hike. The path, on the far side, is still rather snowy and icy, along the river. This side, however, had a place for a minor walk. And the day was as perfect as a spring day gets. It was in the mid 50's to low 60's. The sun was shining but not blazing. There was just a touch of river breeze, as I would call it. Maybe not of the river, but following it. Light enough not to leave a mark or require a jacket. A slow pace and a thousand yards, perhaps. A good start for hiking season. I always think I can just do lots. And while I can, I might shoot my foot and disable myself. Working up to it more slowly and humbly might be the way. After that, a bit more of a drive, just for good measure on such a fine day.
A bit more talking, then it was getting time to go. In the vehicle, before heading back, I saw that it wasn't too late. I hope. So I called about the beef. It turns out that it won't be ready until, perhaps, May. Cool. And, probably, it shouldn't be too much of a price problem, even if it dropped today. Good. So... all I have to do is keep what I have in the account, and add bits to it until then, so as to have no issue with costs. Finances are back in order. Hmm, I may see about paying the mortgage for this month, on time. Then again, I have it set for next month. Messing with it might be a problem. Yeah, I'll just leave it. Ugh. Now can I have some rest? Well... after I figure out medicine. Bleh.
Yes, I am just waking. My day is shifting back to daylight, just in fits and starts. Later.
Friday, March 4, 2016
Pans.
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A strange topic for the middle of the night by a second or third rate hack who uses other people's work to convey his ideas. Still, it is what is on my mind.
I have experimented with various cook ware since I started learning to cook. I only cook because I like to eat. I am limited in cooking by cleaning. If that weren't so much of an issue, I would cook much more often. I suppose it is more than simply cleaning after cooking, but also other inconveniences. If food burns on, that will slow the cleaning process, or hold up the process until a replacement may be found, if the burn was too serious. One of the things that helps with getting to cooking is having cooking kit that works well, is less likely to become a mess, and has other features.
For skillets or frying pans, I have tried stainless of several types, with and without a nonstick coating, cast iron, and various small pots, saucier/sauce/saute pans/pots, of various quality and price ranges. Looking for perfection? Well... yes and no. Curiosity as well as efficiency drive my exploration of this and many topics. Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back. *blink* I should know. The newest skillet to have arrested the attention of my curiosity is the carbon steel skillet. It is said to be much as cast iron, but lighter. Now I don't need lighter, but women prefer it. Am I actually planning on a woman? Well... much as with finding perfection in pans, yes and... well... no. The idea is kept open, but that isn't the whole of the story.
In part, for me currently, a lighter pan isn't because of ease of use so much as having a glass cooktop. While I, so far, have done quite well in not cracking that, it would be quite easy to do. Much easier with such a heavy pan as a foot diameter cast iron skillet. The tortilla placket is light enough, but the skillet, especially when filled with a meat sauce, is quite a load. As well, simple curiosity. I still have all the types I discussed. Though I might be giving the littlest nonstick away. A fine pan, just too small for my needs. Now that I found the All-Clad nonstick in ten inch size, the eight inch can be sent to a good new home. I may know where that can go.
I'll need to purchase flax-seed oil. Several, otherwise conflicting, seasoning tips suggest this oil. Tomorrow. The pan should be in Monday. I'll, eventually, do a review. Probably.
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A strange topic for the middle of the night by a second or third rate hack who uses other people's work to convey his ideas. Still, it is what is on my mind.
I have experimented with various cook ware since I started learning to cook. I only cook because I like to eat. I am limited in cooking by cleaning. If that weren't so much of an issue, I would cook much more often. I suppose it is more than simply cleaning after cooking, but also other inconveniences. If food burns on, that will slow the cleaning process, or hold up the process until a replacement may be found, if the burn was too serious. One of the things that helps with getting to cooking is having cooking kit that works well, is less likely to become a mess, and has other features.
For skillets or frying pans, I have tried stainless of several types, with and without a nonstick coating, cast iron, and various small pots, saucier/sauce/saute pans/pots, of various quality and price ranges. Looking for perfection? Well... yes and no. Curiosity as well as efficiency drive my exploration of this and many topics. Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back. *blink* I should know. The newest skillet to have arrested the attention of my curiosity is the carbon steel skillet. It is said to be much as cast iron, but lighter. Now I don't need lighter, but women prefer it. Am I actually planning on a woman? Well... much as with finding perfection in pans, yes and... well... no. The idea is kept open, but that isn't the whole of the story.
In part, for me currently, a lighter pan isn't because of ease of use so much as having a glass cooktop. While I, so far, have done quite well in not cracking that, it would be quite easy to do. Much easier with such a heavy pan as a foot diameter cast iron skillet. The tortilla placket is light enough, but the skillet, especially when filled with a meat sauce, is quite a load. As well, simple curiosity. I still have all the types I discussed. Though I might be giving the littlest nonstick away. A fine pan, just too small for my needs. Now that I found the All-Clad nonstick in ten inch size, the eight inch can be sent to a good new home. I may know where that can go.
I'll need to purchase flax-seed oil. Several, otherwise conflicting, seasoning tips suggest this oil. Tomorrow. The pan should be in Monday. I'll, eventually, do a review. Probably.
Thursday, March 3, 2016
No bad dreams.
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I am a bit surprised. As with migraines, I often sense the onset of bad dreams. That sense isn't 100%, so it's all fair. Though, perhaps, prayer helped. Of all the things I doubt, the potential in prayer is not one of them.
I did dream. An argument with what seems to have been my wife. Not a heated one, just... a settling of some points. We never did settle. Lightly intoned quips. Not a shouting match but undeniably, if overheard, a lack of agreement. Later, one of the ladies from town, who was visiting for some reason or other while the wife was out... probably waiting for her... had become privy to the debate. While the wife was gone she decided to banter, in lieu of the wife and on her side. I would not recant, take it up a notch, or let it go. Circles. Such things to not anger me. I am usually laughing on the inside, and play the discussion to my humor side of things. It's not really a smirk I wear, just half a grin since most of the laughter is on the inside. I have heard "Oh, I hate you!" from more dames I knew did not hate me than you can imagine. I do not recant. I don't sell, I don't give in, I don't give out, peer pressure means nothing, if I do not believe. They get over it. They also learn not to drag things out. Won't help. Just gives me something to grin about for days or weeks. "Oh! I hate you!" Yeah, and I love you too, Sweetpea. *grins* Those are good dreams.
I called the V.A. While I was crashing hard, I really didn't want to sleep. That is as close to fear as I have had in a while. They don't have permission to use my local doctor as a source for prescriptions. They, it seems, do have an old prescription they could use for insulin. I ordered what else they could send. I got the number, again, for getting my local doctor on the list. I also called my friend, to see if he wanted to get out tomorrow. Maybe a bit of shopping, perhaps something to eat, hopefully a short hike out somewhere. Nothing fancy, just... getting out. He has as much difficulty as I do. It is supposed to be 55. I'll take a jacket and a hat. Don't plan on a 10 miler or anything. Though, honestly, anything from a quarter to two mile might not be bad, if possible. Hmm... I ought to fill canteens, just in case.
I will call the other V.A. number in the morning. I will also be taking the pants in for return, or exchange really. I've already filled the tag. I'll keep that one larger pair, for around the house. But they just don't work for long hikes or such, or even public appearances. Comfortable and easy for around the cave, no more. Well, and if something goes wrong, and I gain a lot through water retention or something, I have them for that as well.
Ugh... Later.
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I am a bit surprised. As with migraines, I often sense the onset of bad dreams. That sense isn't 100%, so it's all fair. Though, perhaps, prayer helped. Of all the things I doubt, the potential in prayer is not one of them.
I did dream. An argument with what seems to have been my wife. Not a heated one, just... a settling of some points. We never did settle. Lightly intoned quips. Not a shouting match but undeniably, if overheard, a lack of agreement. Later, one of the ladies from town, who was visiting for some reason or other while the wife was out... probably waiting for her... had become privy to the debate. While the wife was gone she decided to banter, in lieu of the wife and on her side. I would not recant, take it up a notch, or let it go. Circles. Such things to not anger me. I am usually laughing on the inside, and play the discussion to my humor side of things. It's not really a smirk I wear, just half a grin since most of the laughter is on the inside. I have heard "Oh, I hate you!" from more dames I knew did not hate me than you can imagine. I do not recant. I don't sell, I don't give in, I don't give out, peer pressure means nothing, if I do not believe. They get over it. They also learn not to drag things out. Won't help. Just gives me something to grin about for days or weeks. "Oh! I hate you!" Yeah, and I love you too, Sweetpea. *grins* Those are good dreams.
I called the V.A. While I was crashing hard, I really didn't want to sleep. That is as close to fear as I have had in a while. They don't have permission to use my local doctor as a source for prescriptions. They, it seems, do have an old prescription they could use for insulin. I ordered what else they could send. I got the number, again, for getting my local doctor on the list. I also called my friend, to see if he wanted to get out tomorrow. Maybe a bit of shopping, perhaps something to eat, hopefully a short hike out somewhere. Nothing fancy, just... getting out. He has as much difficulty as I do. It is supposed to be 55. I'll take a jacket and a hat. Don't plan on a 10 miler or anything. Though, honestly, anything from a quarter to two mile might not be bad, if possible. Hmm... I ought to fill canteens, just in case.
I will call the other V.A. number in the morning. I will also be taking the pants in for return, or exchange really. I've already filled the tag. I'll keep that one larger pair, for around the house. But they just don't work for long hikes or such, or even public appearances. Comfortable and easy for around the cave, no more. Well, and if something goes wrong, and I gain a lot through water retention or something, I have them for that as well.
Ugh... Later.
Going under.
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I have things to do. I don't think I will get to them. I did do the dishes, then set them to a rinse. Little else. I am falling. Hard. Fast. There are things I wanted to do. More, there is something I don't want to do. Sleep. They are near. I am sure they will find me in my sleep. No choice.
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I have things to do. I don't think I will get to them. I did do the dishes, then set them to a rinse. Little else. I am falling. Hard. Fast. There are things I wanted to do. More, there is something I don't want to do. Sleep. They are near. I am sure they will find me in my sleep. No choice.
Back to work.
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That is the goal. I had hoped to hit the dishes right when I woke this evening. That didn't happen and probably won't happen for a while. There aren't that many, and they are oddball... many of them half gallon jugs from pickled pork hocks. No bone, just meat on those. Though there are some other odds and ends in there. Not usual use items, but they had stacked up. I'll store them in the basement. The half gallon jugs would be good for storing home made sauerkraut, pickles, and such. If I ever get to that. I should also be able to get the box ready to return for the Duluth Trader pants. I really like those pants. They are just too big, all around. I just hope the next size down isn't off as well. They have a strange sizing system, at least on these pants, that skips two sizes. I will get the number and name from the phone message tonight as well. Other work may go forward. If I do hit the dishes, then take a shower, I may hit the bathroom... clean it down to the shine. That would be as much as I get done tonight though.
I am swinging sleep around. I woke after midnight. Part of the shift, I do believe, as always, is that there is more daylight. Even hidden in my cave, my senses are acutely aware of what my conscious mind isn't seeing or understanding. Spring is springing. My body loves this time of year, but it does mess with my schedule. I need to find a way to get out in it, burn up some of the energy extra sunshine creates. But it's a sliding scale thing. And my body is on a different, nearly static, sliding scale. It's difficult for me to balance seasonal changes. There are, potentially, eight difficult times of the year... when the seasons are in full swings of change and when the seasons are in full tilt. The hardest part of winter can be too much, as with summer. Fall and spring may or may not be a problem, depending on how severe, one way or another, they are. In some ways I am simply prone to weather, and other related, changes and extremes. No complaints though. I think my weakness to those is less than living in a static weather environment. Change is better than no change, is what I am suggesting. I need... challenges.
Well, on to waking and then working, I hope. Good day... night... whatever.
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That is the goal. I had hoped to hit the dishes right when I woke this evening. That didn't happen and probably won't happen for a while. There aren't that many, and they are oddball... many of them half gallon jugs from pickled pork hocks. No bone, just meat on those. Though there are some other odds and ends in there. Not usual use items, but they had stacked up. I'll store them in the basement. The half gallon jugs would be good for storing home made sauerkraut, pickles, and such. If I ever get to that. I should also be able to get the box ready to return for the Duluth Trader pants. I really like those pants. They are just too big, all around. I just hope the next size down isn't off as well. They have a strange sizing system, at least on these pants, that skips two sizes. I will get the number and name from the phone message tonight as well. Other work may go forward. If I do hit the dishes, then take a shower, I may hit the bathroom... clean it down to the shine. That would be as much as I get done tonight though.
I am swinging sleep around. I woke after midnight. Part of the shift, I do believe, as always, is that there is more daylight. Even hidden in my cave, my senses are acutely aware of what my conscious mind isn't seeing or understanding. Spring is springing. My body loves this time of year, but it does mess with my schedule. I need to find a way to get out in it, burn up some of the energy extra sunshine creates. But it's a sliding scale thing. And my body is on a different, nearly static, sliding scale. It's difficult for me to balance seasonal changes. There are, potentially, eight difficult times of the year... when the seasons are in full swings of change and when the seasons are in full tilt. The hardest part of winter can be too much, as with summer. Fall and spring may or may not be a problem, depending on how severe, one way or another, they are. In some ways I am simply prone to weather, and other related, changes and extremes. No complaints though. I think my weakness to those is less than living in a static weather environment. Change is better than no change, is what I am suggesting. I need... challenges.
Well, on to waking and then working, I hope. Good day... night... whatever.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Some, not all.
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Moving slowly. Work and goals simply didn't align with reality. I did hit the dishes, then set them up for another soak. I took a shower, dressed, and made it to the post office in time to collect packages. That was pretty much it. And that is pretty much it.
I simply couldn't converse well. So making several wanted calls isn't possible. Tomorrow. Tonight I will line up the numbers and names, take a nap half way through the night, then call when it is good. It's what I can do. Yes, I want to get the last of this sorted. I simply have to be awake enough, and I simply wasn't moving quickly enough this morning to set that up. I'm pleased, given all, with what I did.
Mulholland Dr. wasn't all that much. Not really my idea of a great show. To me, it made perfect sense. There are several likely scenarios, with two being prominent, to my mind. Only one really fits, though, as I see things. There are many "yes, but"s, which could be applied to any scenario. Checked with reality and probability and that narrows drastically. While I have lived, and some suggest am, the impossible, that don't confront me none, so long as I get paid on payday. What is, generally, is. What isn't is usually obvious. Not my type of show. No, I won't tell you which way I see what. If you happen to watch it, I would gladly discuss it in an email or even in person. Otherwise, I simply won't ruin the experience for someone who is interested in rarefied movies. Not my type, but not at all awful, or even completely off my radar. Just... so-so to my mind. I have one more feature length, then a raft of shorts by him. I'll wait until finances are all sorted before buying Eraserhead. Oh, and then I'll get a keener sense of whether Michael's taste in movies... we'll see. Then again, first impressions can linger. And if you watch a movie when younger it may have a very different impact. Still... I think there might be something there to a telling.
Be well, work hard if you may, play nice unless you can't, and win until you cry... or die. Good night.
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Moving slowly. Work and goals simply didn't align with reality. I did hit the dishes, then set them up for another soak. I took a shower, dressed, and made it to the post office in time to collect packages. That was pretty much it. And that is pretty much it.
I simply couldn't converse well. So making several wanted calls isn't possible. Tomorrow. Tonight I will line up the numbers and names, take a nap half way through the night, then call when it is good. It's what I can do. Yes, I want to get the last of this sorted. I simply have to be awake enough, and I simply wasn't moving quickly enough this morning to set that up. I'm pleased, given all, with what I did.
Mulholland Dr. wasn't all that much. Not really my idea of a great show. To me, it made perfect sense. There are several likely scenarios, with two being prominent, to my mind. Only one really fits, though, as I see things. There are many "yes, but"s, which could be applied to any scenario. Checked with reality and probability and that narrows drastically. While I have lived, and some suggest am, the impossible, that don't confront me none, so long as I get paid on payday. What is, generally, is. What isn't is usually obvious. Not my type of show. No, I won't tell you which way I see what. If you happen to watch it, I would gladly discuss it in an email or even in person. Otherwise, I simply won't ruin the experience for someone who is interested in rarefied movies. Not my type, but not at all awful, or even completely off my radar. Just... so-so to my mind. I have one more feature length, then a raft of shorts by him. I'll wait until finances are all sorted before buying Eraserhead. Oh, and then I'll get a keener sense of whether Michael's taste in movies... we'll see. Then again, first impressions can linger. And if you watch a movie when younger it may have a very different impact. Still... I think there might be something there to a telling.
Be well, work hard if you may, play nice unless you can't, and win until you cry... or die. Good night.
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