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OR: Here I am? Depends on how you see things, say things, perhaps your mood.
I said I was getting a new game. I got it. Saturday is it? Time flies when one is stuck between a game, all the time they can put into it, and a complete incapacity to stay away regular hours. What has happened between then and now is that I have figured out more of a massive open-world type virtual reality, and it's idiosyncrasies, flaws, rules, and tricks than most people would begin to understand in months of play. Sometimes I have to look something up, more often than not it is native.
Other than that, Sam seemed to disappear recently. Now, that day, whatever it was... Friday I believe, my garage door was open. I let Sam out anyway, later that night. Whoever opened the door subsequently closed it. Witting of Sam's presence or not, I do not know. Complicit? Probably not. It all depends upon whom closed the door. Some would, some wouldn't. Still, I put two and two and three together. I suspected she was caught. I just had to work up enough gumption to get dressed enough to go out and brink her in. She was out most of the latter part of the dark side of a twenty four hour day. Hmm? Oh, she was probably locked up from midnight to dawn. Actually, out for that time. How long locked up depends upon when whomever closed that door. She is happy to be back.
Not much else. I must remember, when not using my phone, to shut it off. I get calls eight times a day, all junk. Intrusive, I believe it to be hassling, and with that intent. Businesses have lost any ethics they may once have had. With the corruption and enemy of the state this government is, it breeds evil in all other aspects of life. They know for a small donation they can get away with almost anything. Worst case, bankruptcy. The bigwigs will get bailed, the crooks in their employ will be rehired quickly... for they will keep the ball rolling. It's been that way since after Reagan. Trump won't change much, should he win. He will simply, if he closes the border and repatriates, give the US a second chance... a last chance.
The pains have eased up. Though I may simply be stumbling through on gaming through exhaustion, so too numb to know. It has been cloudy and cool. A day or two of sun per week, it seems? I'll keep at it. For right now, and on to some unknown point, simply continuing to breath IS keeping at it. I really should put my vitamins and supplements back together. It might not be the best, but it might be better than nothing. Later. Actually, good night.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
A bit cloudy, a bit cool.
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Not terrible things. Proper spring weather, really, can't complain. I actually wish I could get out in it. It's a mild cool, enough to enhance sleepiness though. Some days are warm enough that I have used the ac along with the fan. The fan just isn't enough. Those days are rare, so far.
I went to bed at somewhere between 23:00 and midnight. I then was able to push sleep through to 5:00, give or take. Not much, but better. Two to four hours of sleep seems fairly common. And my days are shorter than they should be, often nearly equaling my sleep times. I keep pushing at that if with little luck. The intent is there, nothing else.
I have kept my consumption of fluid and food, plus all other functions, in line with keeping me from swelling in the legs and elsewhere. Being normal has become such a regular thing that on the rare occasion I drink a little too much a little too fast I feel a pins and needles sort of mild pain on the tops of my feet. The inner pains, however, remain. But that has been fairly regular for many months, probably years, now. It has always been an on and off thing since first becoming ill. It used to travel more, but has become regular to one spite... opposite my liver, if I have it right, on the left side of my frontal abdomen... two to three inches in. As best I can tell. From what I can see, it is where the small intestine is packed. My thought is that it is merely muscular? Just not sure. As I lose weight, and drink less, perhaps... who knows. Minor pain, mind you, just a usual thing.
I have a game coming in. I am hoping it will push me beyond just sitting around. I've been stuck for some time now. I have been, mostly, keeping up. Since the curtains and sheers I haven't been able to do much else. No laundry, dishes get roughly cleaned then left to dry, no kitchen cleaning, no weeding or tree trimming... nothing, literally. Sleeping such an odd schedule too. Sometimes gaming stretches my days and nights back around, if too they sometimes then take those over for some period of time.
That's that. I might, as I suggested, brew coffee for a change this morning, or make black tea but add whole whipping cream. Both of those, unlike darjeeling, are too hard, for me, at the strength I drink them, to do without cream. Though cream adds to viscosity, which is why I backed off coffee lately. It was simply too thick as I drank it, might have held on to fluid too strongly. Darjeeling doesn't do that, and I can drink it plain... no sweetener or cream, though once in a while, even so, I don't mind adding xylotol or a partial packet of crystal light, or even, a few times a month, real sugar. Mint can be okay, more so if iced, and even more so if real sugar is used. Southerners just get some things right.
Have a good day. I certainly hope you get to more than I will be. Later.
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Not terrible things. Proper spring weather, really, can't complain. I actually wish I could get out in it. It's a mild cool, enough to enhance sleepiness though. Some days are warm enough that I have used the ac along with the fan. The fan just isn't enough. Those days are rare, so far.
I went to bed at somewhere between 23:00 and midnight. I then was able to push sleep through to 5:00, give or take. Not much, but better. Two to four hours of sleep seems fairly common. And my days are shorter than they should be, often nearly equaling my sleep times. I keep pushing at that if with little luck. The intent is there, nothing else.
I have kept my consumption of fluid and food, plus all other functions, in line with keeping me from swelling in the legs and elsewhere. Being normal has become such a regular thing that on the rare occasion I drink a little too much a little too fast I feel a pins and needles sort of mild pain on the tops of my feet. The inner pains, however, remain. But that has been fairly regular for many months, probably years, now. It has always been an on and off thing since first becoming ill. It used to travel more, but has become regular to one spite... opposite my liver, if I have it right, on the left side of my frontal abdomen... two to three inches in. As best I can tell. From what I can see, it is where the small intestine is packed. My thought is that it is merely muscular? Just not sure. As I lose weight, and drink less, perhaps... who knows. Minor pain, mind you, just a usual thing.
I have a game coming in. I am hoping it will push me beyond just sitting around. I've been stuck for some time now. I have been, mostly, keeping up. Since the curtains and sheers I haven't been able to do much else. No laundry, dishes get roughly cleaned then left to dry, no kitchen cleaning, no weeding or tree trimming... nothing, literally. Sleeping such an odd schedule too. Sometimes gaming stretches my days and nights back around, if too they sometimes then take those over for some period of time.
That's that. I might, as I suggested, brew coffee for a change this morning, or make black tea but add whole whipping cream. Both of those, unlike darjeeling, are too hard, for me, at the strength I drink them, to do without cream. Though cream adds to viscosity, which is why I backed off coffee lately. It was simply too thick as I drank it, might have held on to fluid too strongly. Darjeeling doesn't do that, and I can drink it plain... no sweetener or cream, though once in a while, even so, I don't mind adding xylotol or a partial packet of crystal light, or even, a few times a month, real sugar. Mint can be okay, more so if iced, and even more so if real sugar is used. Southerners just get some things right.
Have a good day. I certainly hope you get to more than I will be. Later.
Monday, May 16, 2016
The walk between.
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Nothing. I feel no pain or pleasure, I taste nothing like less, I just am. I'll try to figure some things out. For now... I don't even know what to say. It's been heading this way for a bit. When I try to work out of it, eat out of it, play out of it, I just end up right back here trying to remember how I got here. I've definitely had worse. The music from yesterday, was it, reminded me of those times. This is more like purgatory versus a form of hell on earth. Denuded of good and evil, a time out to gather. But there is no way to gather. So this isn't the spiritual, but physical, form of a spiritual place. I've certainly had worse, and I am all but certain I'll make it back to better before too long.
Dreamed of women last night. There were a number of women who, when I was secular and busy, slipped my grasp. Women who were interested, but either had real reasons to not accept my invitation, or from whom I was called away early by duty or command. It happened, often. In my dreams I... got another chance with them. Yeah, that kind of dream. I woke several times through the night, as I often do anymore. I prayed for chastity, out loud once, unless that was a dream, or part of one, too. I think I was awake though. When the dreams are so real it can be difficult to parse from wakefulness, especially when just barely awake. I was granted my prayers, if I had to use all my self-control as well. God only helps those who help themselves. Though, true enough, sometimes I can't or won't call, or won't follow through.
I don't know about today. I will be checking on some business. My schedule is all over the place. I never know when I will be awake. I can't plan... anything. I do need to check things, and perhaps push to be awake at specific times. Bleh. No sun, and it turned back to cool. I am loving it, in one sense. I fear the blazing heat. That's always rough. Still, if I want to get going, I suppose I am going to have to depend on that happening... whenever it does happen. A shower already. Perhaps some cleaning, dishes, and/or laundry. We'll see. Later.
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Nothing. I feel no pain or pleasure, I taste nothing like less, I just am. I'll try to figure some things out. For now... I don't even know what to say. It's been heading this way for a bit. When I try to work out of it, eat out of it, play out of it, I just end up right back here trying to remember how I got here. I've definitely had worse. The music from yesterday, was it, reminded me of those times. This is more like purgatory versus a form of hell on earth. Denuded of good and evil, a time out to gather. But there is no way to gather. So this isn't the spiritual, but physical, form of a spiritual place. I've certainly had worse, and I am all but certain I'll make it back to better before too long.
Dreamed of women last night. There were a number of women who, when I was secular and busy, slipped my grasp. Women who were interested, but either had real reasons to not accept my invitation, or from whom I was called away early by duty or command. It happened, often. In my dreams I... got another chance with them. Yeah, that kind of dream. I woke several times through the night, as I often do anymore. I prayed for chastity, out loud once, unless that was a dream, or part of one, too. I think I was awake though. When the dreams are so real it can be difficult to parse from wakefulness, especially when just barely awake. I was granted my prayers, if I had to use all my self-control as well. God only helps those who help themselves. Though, true enough, sometimes I can't or won't call, or won't follow through.
I don't know about today. I will be checking on some business. My schedule is all over the place. I never know when I will be awake. I can't plan... anything. I do need to check things, and perhaps push to be awake at specific times. Bleh. No sun, and it turned back to cool. I am loving it, in one sense. I fear the blazing heat. That's always rough. Still, if I want to get going, I suppose I am going to have to depend on that happening... whenever it does happen. A shower already. Perhaps some cleaning, dishes, and/or laundry. We'll see. Later.
You don't just... not die.
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You don't just crawl out of the grave. You don't just live after dying. It took ten years to get over the chills. In and out, back and forth, yeah... This song made a lot of sense then. I get the chills just remembering. Death is cold, boys and girls. Cold like I can't even describe.
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You don't just crawl out of the grave. You don't just live after dying. It took ten years to get over the chills. In and out, back and forth, yeah... This song made a lot of sense then. I get the chills just remembering. Death is cold, boys and girls. Cold like I can't even describe.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Feeling a bit better.
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My stomach often feels as if it was used in place of a punching bag. For the last... four weeks? More? Something. Why I can't speculate. It hasn't gotten soft. The pain is 'day old', in that it isn't as if it had been used as such a day ago, but more like three to five days... give or take. A general band, about the size of a cumberband, around the waste, both sides and center front. Not so rough that the area softened, just enough, actually, to make it tense even harder when bumped or such. I've had that off and on since I have been sick, from the late 80's on. Never have figured it out. Not sure why it has become pervasive... started before I attempted heavier work. Didn't get better or worse. That and recovering from strength use and increases are pretty much what I have been dealing with the last two weeks. On the good side, anacin does help... when I remember to take it. Just once this week. If I am not working hard, I generally require that I suffer. An advantage for working hard.
This week? Don't know. I would really like to get back to cutting. I'd like to hit the easiest first. I'm not exactly sure which of the three pines that will actually be. I do know, with the wire gone, two of them will be much easier. More, cutting up into one may make cutting up into the other also easier. Two of the trees are a bit too close together. Beside enjoying the work, it's good to take a little risk now and then. At least on your own time, in a way you see fit. Don't let others push you into it, or push you past your own intent or will to it. And don't have an hen out there cackling about this and that. Damned dangerous. Risk, as with bread, is something men need, if not all of it. And, as we get older, there is some hope that the need will diminish. Probably should have for me, but I slept through so many years, I now have excess reserves for my age. *grins*
Trash, tonight. Dishes too. Maybe laundry. Sleep is still really off, but I think I can figure out something for this and that. If I don't have five hours to run three hours of work through tomorrow, maybe just a couple here then a couple there. Same with today and tonight. Work when I can when all else is stink over smile and spinning at a terrible pace on top of it. No worries, these things too, if I can catch my breath and the rhythm, are quite a little pleasure too. Who needs feet firmly planted on terra firma when there are seas, skies, and space yet to explore? And, more, the heavens themselves. Let loose and learn, for not all of your days should be spent in toil. And when freedom rings, have at it! Yes, yes, just woke. So... have at you also!?! Only if you disagree with right proper man-thinking. Dames get a discount.
Later.
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My stomach often feels as if it was used in place of a punching bag. For the last... four weeks? More? Something. Why I can't speculate. It hasn't gotten soft. The pain is 'day old', in that it isn't as if it had been used as such a day ago, but more like three to five days... give or take. A general band, about the size of a cumberband, around the waste, both sides and center front. Not so rough that the area softened, just enough, actually, to make it tense even harder when bumped or such. I've had that off and on since I have been sick, from the late 80's on. Never have figured it out. Not sure why it has become pervasive... started before I attempted heavier work. Didn't get better or worse. That and recovering from strength use and increases are pretty much what I have been dealing with the last two weeks. On the good side, anacin does help... when I remember to take it. Just once this week. If I am not working hard, I generally require that I suffer. An advantage for working hard.
This week? Don't know. I would really like to get back to cutting. I'd like to hit the easiest first. I'm not exactly sure which of the three pines that will actually be. I do know, with the wire gone, two of them will be much easier. More, cutting up into one may make cutting up into the other also easier. Two of the trees are a bit too close together. Beside enjoying the work, it's good to take a little risk now and then. At least on your own time, in a way you see fit. Don't let others push you into it, or push you past your own intent or will to it. And don't have an hen out there cackling about this and that. Damned dangerous. Risk, as with bread, is something men need, if not all of it. And, as we get older, there is some hope that the need will diminish. Probably should have for me, but I slept through so many years, I now have excess reserves for my age. *grins*
Trash, tonight. Dishes too. Maybe laundry. Sleep is still really off, but I think I can figure out something for this and that. If I don't have five hours to run three hours of work through tomorrow, maybe just a couple here then a couple there. Same with today and tonight. Work when I can when all else is stink over smile and spinning at a terrible pace on top of it. No worries, these things too, if I can catch my breath and the rhythm, are quite a little pleasure too. Who needs feet firmly planted on terra firma when there are seas, skies, and space yet to explore? And, more, the heavens themselves. Let loose and learn, for not all of your days should be spent in toil. And when freedom rings, have at it! Yes, yes, just woke. So... have at you also!?! Only if you disagree with right proper man-thinking. Dames get a discount.
Later.
Rough.
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I'm not sure what is wrong. I just know this is a tough last week. It isn't seeming to get better. Sleeping and being awake just hours at a time. I am trying to push. It's as if I am trying to kick off a pool wall only to find there is neither a wall or a foot. I have been eating. But just small amounts overfill me to suffering. I haven't been drinking all that much either. Something is simply really off. I've been meaning to check stats and blood sugar, just haven't gotten around to it or much else. I am keeping the girls fed, watered, letting Sam in and out. Though I really should get the cat litter completely changed out. I keep slacking on that. Doing my best.
I took a shower, then headed to town for grocery shopping. Mostly just a bit of milk, a bit of this, and that. Fresh fruit is great to keep on hand, if possible. Milk is a liquid meal that, technically, no one could argue with too much. If nothing else is consumed, it offers some good things. I am trying to figure it out. I just can't seem to get off the bench. At least I helped with the raking. But it required guilt, awareness, and a bit of luck.
I'd love to climb the trees again this week. Now I can cut what is needed to get where is needed to cut what is the actual goal in the main tree. Hopefully I will be well enough to get into the other tree for that one, maybe two, possibly three limbs. Then there is the other three trees I haven't even touched. One is another pine... like both of those I have worked so far. There are a bunch of dead branches in it, though it will really look sharp getting those out. The last two trees are lunkers. They literally have branches that can be two feet in diameter or more. The base is five to six feet in diameter, roughly. There is at least one widowmaker up one of them. I think that can be approached from another side, relatively safely. Lots of dead that would be good to get out, that widowmaker shouldn't be too much trouble from above, if tied in well, wisely. Those last two tress are easier in one sense, the limbs give plenty of room for relatively easy climbing. On the other hand, they will have to be climbed, limb to limb, by rope. I can't just cut a limb or two off to make a path. Rope work, and that is a whole new old gig. So old it might as well be a new trick.
Not sure I'll be able to get to any of that. Not sure why I am so upside down healthwise, or at least regarding energy and sleep/wakefulness. I'll keep trying to figure things out. Good night.
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I'm not sure what is wrong. I just know this is a tough last week. It isn't seeming to get better. Sleeping and being awake just hours at a time. I am trying to push. It's as if I am trying to kick off a pool wall only to find there is neither a wall or a foot. I have been eating. But just small amounts overfill me to suffering. I haven't been drinking all that much either. Something is simply really off. I've been meaning to check stats and blood sugar, just haven't gotten around to it or much else. I am keeping the girls fed, watered, letting Sam in and out. Though I really should get the cat litter completely changed out. I keep slacking on that. Doing my best.
I took a shower, then headed to town for grocery shopping. Mostly just a bit of milk, a bit of this, and that. Fresh fruit is great to keep on hand, if possible. Milk is a liquid meal that, technically, no one could argue with too much. If nothing else is consumed, it offers some good things. I am trying to figure it out. I just can't seem to get off the bench. At least I helped with the raking. But it required guilt, awareness, and a bit of luck.
I'd love to climb the trees again this week. Now I can cut what is needed to get where is needed to cut what is the actual goal in the main tree. Hopefully I will be well enough to get into the other tree for that one, maybe two, possibly three limbs. Then there is the other three trees I haven't even touched. One is another pine... like both of those I have worked so far. There are a bunch of dead branches in it, though it will really look sharp getting those out. The last two trees are lunkers. They literally have branches that can be two feet in diameter or more. The base is five to six feet in diameter, roughly. There is at least one widowmaker up one of them. I think that can be approached from another side, relatively safely. Lots of dead that would be good to get out, that widowmaker shouldn't be too much trouble from above, if tied in well, wisely. Those last two tress are easier in one sense, the limbs give plenty of room for relatively easy climbing. On the other hand, they will have to be climbed, limb to limb, by rope. I can't just cut a limb or two off to make a path. Rope work, and that is a whole new old gig. So old it might as well be a new trick.
Not sure I'll be able to get to any of that. Not sure why I am so upside down healthwise, or at least regarding energy and sleep/wakefulness. I'll keep trying to figure things out. Good night.
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Odd readers.
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Someone sent this, regarding my recent notions, confusion. They sent it in this form, which... well... didn't make sense. Dame translations don't always make sense, to me. They just can't... do... say... some things rightly. If it had to be understood this way, then... I just won't get it.
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Someone sent this, regarding my recent notions, confusion. They sent it in this form, which... well... didn't make sense. Dame translations don't always make sense, to me. They just can't... do... say... some things rightly. If it had to be understood this way, then... I just won't get it.
Just a few warnings.
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First. I keep getting warnings that this browser may no longer be supported. My guess is that, with this browser, I can block advertising. Pale Moon dropped the add-ons that allowed serious advertising blocking, so I am left with this one. They don't like that. They want me to pay in pinches, bunches, gobs, and groups to not see advertising. Even then, there will be advertising. So, if they cancel this browser, I am not sure I will be able to blog. Then again, though I have heard no complaints, I am not sure if access to my site has become more complicated?
The same thing is happening with email. Warnings that email service may no longer be available on this browser. I won't use email through Pale Moon because it has become corrupted by advertising. So email may soon be dead. Oh, and I have decided to only have my phone on a few days a week, on nights I receive supper. There are odd times when I will turn it on to play sudoku, or if I have a call to make. Other than that, it is off. I may see if I can get a cellphone with no access to texts. If not I may end cell service, go to land line, and have that silenced and on message, save for dinner days.
So, if you can't get me, if my blog disappears, if email fails... you know why. The warnings have been popping up for a while. Not sure when they are going to end service. Finally got around to putting out a warning. One more reason to head out. I'm simply not going to negotiate on these things. Later... probably back to bed? I'm a bit off but so be it... if I need sleep I will have it if I can.
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First. I keep getting warnings that this browser may no longer be supported. My guess is that, with this browser, I can block advertising. Pale Moon dropped the add-ons that allowed serious advertising blocking, so I am left with this one. They don't like that. They want me to pay in pinches, bunches, gobs, and groups to not see advertising. Even then, there will be advertising. So, if they cancel this browser, I am not sure I will be able to blog. Then again, though I have heard no complaints, I am not sure if access to my site has become more complicated?
The same thing is happening with email. Warnings that email service may no longer be available on this browser. I won't use email through Pale Moon because it has become corrupted by advertising. So email may soon be dead. Oh, and I have decided to only have my phone on a few days a week, on nights I receive supper. There are odd times when I will turn it on to play sudoku, or if I have a call to make. Other than that, it is off. I may see if I can get a cellphone with no access to texts. If not I may end cell service, go to land line, and have that silenced and on message, save for dinner days.
So, if you can't get me, if my blog disappears, if email fails... you know why. The warnings have been popping up for a while. Not sure when they are going to end service. Finally got around to putting out a warning. One more reason to head out. I'm simply not going to negotiate on these things. Later... probably back to bed? I'm a bit off but so be it... if I need sleep I will have it if I can.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Ask and you shall receive.
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Bumbling about, I thought I heard something... someone... nearing the door. Sure of it. Then I thought they left and, yet, it sounded as if someone was out there. Now, being old, weak, sick, and tired, people or things out there cause minor concern. Who, why, where exactly. But you don't just peak your head out a window. No, they could see. Moving the shade? Humans were animals born. And one thing about animals is that they notice movement before all else. Why? Survival. It doesn't matter if it is blue, or camouflaged, or such, so long as it isn't moving toward or away from you... in the instant. If it is moving, it is either food or predator. Don't pull the curtains back. Figure out where they are by sound. Figure out which way they are headed. Then figure an angle at which they may well pass so that you can see their back without adjusting anything. Whether inside with curtains, outside with foliage or even something like murky water if you have air or access to it somehow... It's how I do, and did. Unless I want to cue that someone is inside. Which I have done. *blink blink*
Anyway, it was lawn mowing day. Which was fine. Then I remembered I hadn't finished raking! Gah. In one sense, I don't mind. In another I did. It was my job. I had started it. It was a part of the tree care. So I jumped to the ready and sallied forth. Or fifth? She can wait. A few salutations and such, then I got to it. The rake I was using really wasn't doing it, so I tried a different one. The solid rake does much better, it's just that mine is so small. He went and got their rake, larger... though larger rakes work better, they, again, become much more energy intense to use. In any case, he got the lawn, I got the lawn raked with his help, and that is that. So, yeah, I got my physical work in today, want or not. I needed, not so much wanted. Which is all good. While it might not seem like it, things really turn out well sometimes. Depends on how you see things? It's how I see this.
I need a shower today. I'd like to do a few other things. Time only will tell some things. Ugh. Later.
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Bumbling about, I thought I heard something... someone... nearing the door. Sure of it. Then I thought they left and, yet, it sounded as if someone was out there. Now, being old, weak, sick, and tired, people or things out there cause minor concern. Who, why, where exactly. But you don't just peak your head out a window. No, they could see. Moving the shade? Humans were animals born. And one thing about animals is that they notice movement before all else. Why? Survival. It doesn't matter if it is blue, or camouflaged, or such, so long as it isn't moving toward or away from you... in the instant. If it is moving, it is either food or predator. Don't pull the curtains back. Figure out where they are by sound. Figure out which way they are headed. Then figure an angle at which they may well pass so that you can see their back without adjusting anything. Whether inside with curtains, outside with foliage or even something like murky water if you have air or access to it somehow... It's how I do, and did. Unless I want to cue that someone is inside. Which I have done. *blink blink*
Anyway, it was lawn mowing day. Which was fine. Then I remembered I hadn't finished raking! Gah. In one sense, I don't mind. In another I did. It was my job. I had started it. It was a part of the tree care. So I jumped to the ready and sallied forth. Or fifth? She can wait. A few salutations and such, then I got to it. The rake I was using really wasn't doing it, so I tried a different one. The solid rake does much better, it's just that mine is so small. He went and got their rake, larger... though larger rakes work better, they, again, become much more energy intense to use. In any case, he got the lawn, I got the lawn raked with his help, and that is that. So, yeah, I got my physical work in today, want or not. I needed, not so much wanted. Which is all good. While it might not seem like it, things really turn out well sometimes. Depends on how you see things? It's how I see this.
I need a shower today. I'd like to do a few other things. Time only will tell some things. Ugh. Later.
I have to figure it out.
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I need to get back into the fray. Sitting on the sidelines isn't good enough. Then again, something seems to be changing, bodily. I think it is for the good. I am drinking a lot less fluid, not as thirsty. Several internal things are changing, if I haven't figured that out at all. I should start taking blood pressure and sugar readings. Those might not be part of the change, or might just show the whole thing. I doubt if anyone could tell, but I seem to be losing weight. Not by itself, but along with working. Muscles are growing, fat is fading, if not at a miraculous pace... save for my age and condition. I didn't think I would gain muscle this quickly given those things.
A dream last night was a bit of a kick. Conservatives, high and low, got together. Some up-and-coming alt-right chick (didn't know her but she was easy on the eyes), Vox, one of the Bushes, I think the younger president, and many others. Just for a rap session, to see if the parts could find some common ground. Toward the end there were only a few of us left, those mentioned to be precise. Some sort of argument regarding sidearms broke out. After the others had chosen, I spoke. Bush smirked something about my comment being such a wonderful reason to delay his flight home. Vox and the dame didn't say anything, but pretty much agreed. I let it go. He didn't, walked right into it he did... from right to wrong. He started talking down to me, us on the other side in general, as if we had no real right to speak or be heard. I suggested that, if he would stop hearing and start listening, acting like a leader not a dictator or elite, people might give a shit what he had to say. As is, he wasn't really worth giving a listen. That put the others present clearly back in a proper mood. I think I saw one of them gulp, then almost laugh. Ah, good dream. And, yeah, secret service can't protect ears, I'd tell him, anyone, if they went off track. *boom*
I don't know today. I really am still a bit sore for much. I hope to do a bit of online business, make burritos, and dig in if I can. It is starting to warm up out there. The sun has been out the last few days. Summer may end up bombing the place. When it starts it doesn't stop until fall, mostly. It helps being active right up until it shuts it down like a sludgehammer. I need to be geared and ready before that happens, so as to escape into the mountains from time to time.
I'll try to get to things today. Ugh. Later.
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I need to get back into the fray. Sitting on the sidelines isn't good enough. Then again, something seems to be changing, bodily. I think it is for the good. I am drinking a lot less fluid, not as thirsty. Several internal things are changing, if I haven't figured that out at all. I should start taking blood pressure and sugar readings. Those might not be part of the change, or might just show the whole thing. I doubt if anyone could tell, but I seem to be losing weight. Not by itself, but along with working. Muscles are growing, fat is fading, if not at a miraculous pace... save for my age and condition. I didn't think I would gain muscle this quickly given those things.
A dream last night was a bit of a kick. Conservatives, high and low, got together. Some up-and-coming alt-right chick (didn't know her but she was easy on the eyes), Vox, one of the Bushes, I think the younger president, and many others. Just for a rap session, to see if the parts could find some common ground. Toward the end there were only a few of us left, those mentioned to be precise. Some sort of argument regarding sidearms broke out. After the others had chosen, I spoke. Bush smirked something about my comment being such a wonderful reason to delay his flight home. Vox and the dame didn't say anything, but pretty much agreed. I let it go. He didn't, walked right into it he did... from right to wrong. He started talking down to me, us on the other side in general, as if we had no real right to speak or be heard. I suggested that, if he would stop hearing and start listening, acting like a leader not a dictator or elite, people might give a shit what he had to say. As is, he wasn't really worth giving a listen. That put the others present clearly back in a proper mood. I think I saw one of them gulp, then almost laugh. Ah, good dream. And, yeah, secret service can't protect ears, I'd tell him, anyone, if they went off track. *boom*
I don't know today. I really am still a bit sore for much. I hope to do a bit of online business, make burritos, and dig in if I can. It is starting to warm up out there. The sun has been out the last few days. Summer may end up bombing the place. When it starts it doesn't stop until fall, mostly. It helps being active right up until it shuts it down like a sludgehammer. I need to be geared and ready before that happens, so as to escape into the mountains from time to time.
I'll try to get to things today. Ugh. Later.
So strange.
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No, not her. Some woman, maybe women? Such strange feelings. Women from my past, or unrequited, or... I can't get my sight to focus. Hiding, in shadows of which I am not totally familiar. Women are usually so... self-bound that they are easy to spot. Some, however, have learned to become the most humble of church mice. Among those is, or are, she or them. I'm more thinking there are two, at least. The differences are too large for simple mood, even with full-blown neurosis activated. I think I have a few female fans, perhaps just not happy about losing the stories, tales, thoughts? It's the perfect weather and season for the blues as well.
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No, not her. Some woman, maybe women? Such strange feelings. Women from my past, or unrequited, or... I can't get my sight to focus. Hiding, in shadows of which I am not totally familiar. Women are usually so... self-bound that they are easy to spot. Some, however, have learned to become the most humble of church mice. Among those is, or are, she or them. I'm more thinking there are two, at least. The differences are too large for simple mood, even with full-blown neurosis activated. I think I have a few female fans, perhaps just not happy about losing the stories, tales, thoughts? It's the perfect weather and season for the blues as well.
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Sleep is really off.
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I am getting enough. I make sure of that. Demand for sleep is simply higher. No matter who seriously I can push things, within all the givens, those givens still have some reality to them. I haven't been penalized for pushing, not too dearly, not yet. So a few extra hours of sleep here, more down time there than I would like, and such, really isn't a problem. I am definitely not quite ready to push again, up into the trees. More, without taking fuller down days, and pushing extra on some both work and rest days, I have cooked the battery bank. It'll take a bit to recharge. And, yet, if I can, I am going to continue to do what I may. Raking, cleaning, and such. I'd like to see about pushing through to being able to do daily chores, some number of them. I didn't today, but I haven't been up the hole day, and maybe sleeping again before too long.
I am amazed as to muscle mass increases too. Arms and legs, though some midsection improvement has occurred. I really can rip and tear, if I can just get to it. A summer of this and I'd look like a swimmer again. I just don't truly muscle up like muscle heads. Though I keep coming to the realization that most of that is fake. Pills, shots, painkillers to keep it all going... I honestly am beginning to believe there is no such thing as a natural muscleman. I once was doing 2 1/2 for sure, and probably closer to 3, but privately, times my body weight and still didn't look all that much. Not even close to that now, and that same weight would only be twice my body weight at this point, give or take. Ugh. Without stressing, for now, my muscles feel like a wobbly steak roast. Tenses to a soft wood that is slightly malleable... or hard clay? I've been using them enough that they haven't had time to set. But they have gotten larger. More wood cutting!
I may pull some boxes out and begin messing with them. Sorting, tossing, etc. I'd like to at least get the little couch cleared in the next day or so. I don't know if I mentioned it, but one of the curtains I ordered had a few holes in it. The holes were smaller than a pencil, say, but not by too much. I requested a return, but just on that panel, and got it. I will wait to send my part of it until I receive the replacement. I almost didn't want to fuss, but a few little holes really makes a difference. Especially one light, but even on heat and noise. And, after doing that much work to do that little bit of work, and over and over, I figured the job deserved to be done correctly all about.
Ah, I keep forgetting anacin. And, yeah, I deserve it. Hmm... and maybe some food. That would sure be good. I've been somewhat keeping up on food. Protein and fats are what are going to feed muscle growth. Carbs, some, slow-burning, are okay for long lasting energy. On that note, I'll try to remember to soak grains in kefir water for my next "morning". That really puts some good work-lube in the belly. Protein is better for after, in recovery. Fat is good for either time. Carbs are better for well before work. Or... that is how I remember it. Might have butter, salt, and herbs in the oats, for a savory breakfast... and some sausage. Food is as important as the work.
Lots of dreams lately. I haven't been writing them out. Sometimes I just don't see the point, sometimes... none of your biz-wax... sometimes, more often, I don't remember. Heavy duty dreams. Ploughing through life with a hunger, desperation, need, and want, and getting things done. On battlefields, with and against kings, generals, leaders. In blood and sweat, with a fealty to God and brother, until it is done or the dream ends. All good. Later. Maybe good night. I simply can't be sure lately, which it will be.
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I am getting enough. I make sure of that. Demand for sleep is simply higher. No matter who seriously I can push things, within all the givens, those givens still have some reality to them. I haven't been penalized for pushing, not too dearly, not yet. So a few extra hours of sleep here, more down time there than I would like, and such, really isn't a problem. I am definitely not quite ready to push again, up into the trees. More, without taking fuller down days, and pushing extra on some both work and rest days, I have cooked the battery bank. It'll take a bit to recharge. And, yet, if I can, I am going to continue to do what I may. Raking, cleaning, and such. I'd like to see about pushing through to being able to do daily chores, some number of them. I didn't today, but I haven't been up the hole day, and maybe sleeping again before too long.
I am amazed as to muscle mass increases too. Arms and legs, though some midsection improvement has occurred. I really can rip and tear, if I can just get to it. A summer of this and I'd look like a swimmer again. I just don't truly muscle up like muscle heads. Though I keep coming to the realization that most of that is fake. Pills, shots, painkillers to keep it all going... I honestly am beginning to believe there is no such thing as a natural muscleman. I once was doing 2 1/2 for sure, and probably closer to 3, but privately, times my body weight and still didn't look all that much. Not even close to that now, and that same weight would only be twice my body weight at this point, give or take. Ugh. Without stressing, for now, my muscles feel like a wobbly steak roast. Tenses to a soft wood that is slightly malleable... or hard clay? I've been using them enough that they haven't had time to set. But they have gotten larger. More wood cutting!
I may pull some boxes out and begin messing with them. Sorting, tossing, etc. I'd like to at least get the little couch cleared in the next day or so. I don't know if I mentioned it, but one of the curtains I ordered had a few holes in it. The holes were smaller than a pencil, say, but not by too much. I requested a return, but just on that panel, and got it. I will wait to send my part of it until I receive the replacement. I almost didn't want to fuss, but a few little holes really makes a difference. Especially one light, but even on heat and noise. And, after doing that much work to do that little bit of work, and over and over, I figured the job deserved to be done correctly all about.
Ah, I keep forgetting anacin. And, yeah, I deserve it. Hmm... and maybe some food. That would sure be good. I've been somewhat keeping up on food. Protein and fats are what are going to feed muscle growth. Carbs, some, slow-burning, are okay for long lasting energy. On that note, I'll try to remember to soak grains in kefir water for my next "morning". That really puts some good work-lube in the belly. Protein is better for after, in recovery. Fat is good for either time. Carbs are better for well before work. Or... that is how I remember it. Might have butter, salt, and herbs in the oats, for a savory breakfast... and some sausage. Food is as important as the work.
Lots of dreams lately. I haven't been writing them out. Sometimes I just don't see the point, sometimes... none of your biz-wax... sometimes, more often, I don't remember. Heavy duty dreams. Ploughing through life with a hunger, desperation, need, and want, and getting things done. On battlefields, with and against kings, generals, leaders. In blood and sweat, with a fealty to God and brother, until it is done or the dream ends. All good. Later. Maybe good night. I simply can't be sure lately, which it will be.
Better, awake, resting.
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It's a good day. There remain aches, stiffness, and other pains. Milder though, easy enough to mostly not notice while doing almost anything mundane. Even so, another day of rest is simply required. Rest doesn't, now, mostly, require a nothing day... just a light day. I didn't get to the boxes on the small sofa, today perhaps. As well, if nothing else other than to get out, I plan on raking. Maybe just a bit, as yesterday, maybe more. I'm not going to push, not today. I will do some, go over simply being tired, allow the lungs to be used fully, but I'm not going to complete exhaustion. Between that and boxes I should get enough tinkering to be satisfied. Though if I can get dishes going, or a load of laundry in the rotation, or perhaps hit some part of the kitchen, I will. No promises, just a bit of a hope.
As to food? I grilled pork chops last night. A solid flame sear really adds flavor. I cooked four, ate two, have two left. I'll bake potatoes as I figure the day and wake as well. Even with the char flavor, I am having a difficult time eating. I just can't taste food, no smell. They say one is the other, smelling actually is taste, is what they say. I believe that only up to a point. Hmm... I ought to test my sniffer. Vinegar would do. Though I smelled the window cleaners more than easily. Still, perhaps my sniffer is off? Bleh. Even the red pepper I added to spaghetti wasn't tasted. And while I initially thought rep pepper flecks were rather mild, these ended up being rather... warm, almost too warm if I am not careful, typically. Wait, I actually found that, at some point, no matter how much I add it doesn't actually get hotter... but that, usually, it is rather warm at full strength, surprisingly hot for what I thought it was. Then again, I honestly can eat habanero without too much... without any fuss. As a sauce, not sure about biting the pepper whole, mind you. If that really isn't, generally, the intention of any pepper, not even jalapenos... mostly.
A song from some long time ago. Women bands generally don't last, and for both obvious and not so obvious reasons. Still, some of their tunes either age well, or their time comes around again, perhaps in a new or different way. So, to my mind, is the case with this one.
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It's a good day. There remain aches, stiffness, and other pains. Milder though, easy enough to mostly not notice while doing almost anything mundane. Even so, another day of rest is simply required. Rest doesn't, now, mostly, require a nothing day... just a light day. I didn't get to the boxes on the small sofa, today perhaps. As well, if nothing else other than to get out, I plan on raking. Maybe just a bit, as yesterday, maybe more. I'm not going to push, not today. I will do some, go over simply being tired, allow the lungs to be used fully, but I'm not going to complete exhaustion. Between that and boxes I should get enough tinkering to be satisfied. Though if I can get dishes going, or a load of laundry in the rotation, or perhaps hit some part of the kitchen, I will. No promises, just a bit of a hope.
As to food? I grilled pork chops last night. A solid flame sear really adds flavor. I cooked four, ate two, have two left. I'll bake potatoes as I figure the day and wake as well. Even with the char flavor, I am having a difficult time eating. I just can't taste food, no smell. They say one is the other, smelling actually is taste, is what they say. I believe that only up to a point. Hmm... I ought to test my sniffer. Vinegar would do. Though I smelled the window cleaners more than easily. Still, perhaps my sniffer is off? Bleh. Even the red pepper I added to spaghetti wasn't tasted. And while I initially thought rep pepper flecks were rather mild, these ended up being rather... warm, almost too warm if I am not careful, typically. Wait, I actually found that, at some point, no matter how much I add it doesn't actually get hotter... but that, usually, it is rather warm at full strength, surprisingly hot for what I thought it was. Then again, I honestly can eat habanero without too much... without any fuss. As a sauce, not sure about biting the pepper whole, mind you. If that really isn't, generally, the intention of any pepper, not even jalapenos... mostly.
A song from some long time ago. Women bands generally don't last, and for both obvious and not so obvious reasons. Still, some of their tunes either age well, or their time comes around again, perhaps in a new or different way. So, to my mind, is the case with this one.
A bit of music and thought.
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Yeah, as things are going forward, being planned, shuffled, and arranged, I have to laugh. Angry, it seems. Some. Not I. Though, somehow, it is I who should be angry, or has the reason to be angry. Well, if anyone was to be angry. And yet that just isn't the case.
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Yeah, as things are going forward, being planned, shuffled, and arranged, I have to laugh. Angry, it seems. Some. Not I. Though, somehow, it is I who should be angry, or has the reason to be angry. Well, if anyone was to be angry. And yet that just isn't the case.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
When did raking get so hard?
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Okay, yeah, spring plush green to pull through. Right, and twigs. Some down since last fall, trampled or otherwise shoved into dirt, clay, such. Well, and new twigs and branches. None all that big, just many. I tried both rakes. The solid fork-like one isn't very good. It may just have too small of a tine spread. The other, the independent spring action one is okay. Not the best but better than tiny eraser-head rake. I need a bigger hard-tine rake. Though that might be even more difficult to use. Bleh. Then again, I am still in recovery. A good time for light work, even if, I suppose, it seems like hard work.
I did get the items upstairs. I haven't cleaned any other windows. I did grab a bight to eat. I won't be working on either of the other two rooms, regarding window treatments. Each room, most likely, will be a job all on it's own. The living room has to be... emptied, rearranged, and cleaned even before I can move the short couch to get in behind it and work on things. Oh, I could just clamber over. I'm simply not going to do so. Besides, I really do want that stuff sorted. And cleaning is a plus, sort of like vegetables. Bleh, but... there you go. As well, the bedroom will be a task all it's own. All good. Whatever damn broke, and is giving me hydro-juice, I'll take it, use it for as long as I can, and... figure things out from there. If I get enough going, when it gets too hot down here I may find out where to go to hide and cool off. That being a learning and living lesson.
It sure is nice having clean front windows. It looks like there is tape on them, inside and out, several places, that was never rightly removed. I may, when just resting but needing to do so without sitting, grab a blade of some sort and scrape those. It looks like regular tape. But some of that is a pain to remove. I am sure something like dw40 might help, along with the blade. But then I'd have to wash the spot again. We'll see.
Just an half hour, maybe forty five minutes, of raking pretty much shot it for me. Bleh. Then again, what I need to do in the living room? I can do much of that while seated. Sorting things into and out of boxes. The heaviest work is organization, if that is usually worse than physical work. Still... it might be doable, some of it, as I go through the evening. But first, I will grab a razor right now, and work the taped splotches. Doing well, actually. I'll just keep at it. There may come a time when I can do these things without it being excessive toil? I sure hope so. Later.
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Okay, yeah, spring plush green to pull through. Right, and twigs. Some down since last fall, trampled or otherwise shoved into dirt, clay, such. Well, and new twigs and branches. None all that big, just many. I tried both rakes. The solid fork-like one isn't very good. It may just have too small of a tine spread. The other, the independent spring action one is okay. Not the best but better than tiny eraser-head rake. I need a bigger hard-tine rake. Though that might be even more difficult to use. Bleh. Then again, I am still in recovery. A good time for light work, even if, I suppose, it seems like hard work.
I did get the items upstairs. I haven't cleaned any other windows. I did grab a bight to eat. I won't be working on either of the other two rooms, regarding window treatments. Each room, most likely, will be a job all on it's own. The living room has to be... emptied, rearranged, and cleaned even before I can move the short couch to get in behind it and work on things. Oh, I could just clamber over. I'm simply not going to do so. Besides, I really do want that stuff sorted. And cleaning is a plus, sort of like vegetables. Bleh, but... there you go. As well, the bedroom will be a task all it's own. All good. Whatever damn broke, and is giving me hydro-juice, I'll take it, use it for as long as I can, and... figure things out from there. If I get enough going, when it gets too hot down here I may find out where to go to hide and cool off. That being a learning and living lesson.
It sure is nice having clean front windows. It looks like there is tape on them, inside and out, several places, that was never rightly removed. I may, when just resting but needing to do so without sitting, grab a blade of some sort and scrape those. It looks like regular tape. But some of that is a pain to remove. I am sure something like dw40 might help, along with the blade. But then I'd have to wash the spot again. We'll see.
Just an half hour, maybe forty five minutes, of raking pretty much shot it for me. Bleh. Then again, what I need to do in the living room? I can do much of that while seated. Sorting things into and out of boxes. The heaviest work is organization, if that is usually worse than physical work. Still... it might be doable, some of it, as I go through the evening. But first, I will grab a razor right now, and work the taped splotches. Doing well, actually. I'll just keep at it. There may come a time when I can do these things without it being excessive toil? I sure hope so. Later.
It's a trick!
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Okay, I washed the one inside window, the both outside windows involved. Then I hit the window on the screen door, one window to my bedroom (frontside one, couldn't do both due to a screen... for now), and then went to another side window that will be getting sheers. All fine, really. I don't mind getting ahead or expanding the operation. Then I rested just a bit. Some of those windows are large, lots of reaching, and I am as I am... limited that is. I then broke the piano table and stool down, taking those upstairs. As I was finishing that, I took a look at the living room window which will be next, as windows go if not on the job list. It seems such an easy thing. Except that I have been using the loveseat in front of it as a storage device. Boxes of stuff, loose videos and games, this and that. Oh, it's a trick alright. I should have remembered. My mothers used to say things like... "Let's go wash the windows.", or "Let's clean the floors or rugs or such". The trick was everything you had to do to get to the job. Oh, they knew. We didn't until we got there and noticed. Tricks.
Still, it's what's for dinner? Something like that. My job, now that something has kicked over, is to use as much as possible. Busy every day, as busy as possible. For now, windows and limbs will do. After those? Cleaning floors, putting the bathroom together, changing lightbulbs out, keeping up on weeds and watering, perhaps planting grass, reducing possessions, planning and making dehydrated foods, packing various groupings of items for various types of outings and then going on those outings. It's going to hurt, it will be a bit much even too much, quite often. I may never actually get over that, but that is how my life will be from now on. I can't, honestly, see all that much difference between that and being silenced into nursing care and an allowed or assisted death. It's just that the medical industrial complex won't get richer off it.
I best feed the girls, then thing about a bite of something for myself. I am hungry, I just can't seem to... I have a plan. Nothing tastes or sounds all that good. Even so, I've got to eat. So... I dunno. I'll figure it out. I definitely need calories in order to get to work. Raking, later, and next, I do believe. A quarter to half the yard, unless I catch a good wind. Later.
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Okay, I washed the one inside window, the both outside windows involved. Then I hit the window on the screen door, one window to my bedroom (frontside one, couldn't do both due to a screen... for now), and then went to another side window that will be getting sheers. All fine, really. I don't mind getting ahead or expanding the operation. Then I rested just a bit. Some of those windows are large, lots of reaching, and I am as I am... limited that is. I then broke the piano table and stool down, taking those upstairs. As I was finishing that, I took a look at the living room window which will be next, as windows go if not on the job list. It seems such an easy thing. Except that I have been using the loveseat in front of it as a storage device. Boxes of stuff, loose videos and games, this and that. Oh, it's a trick alright. I should have remembered. My mothers used to say things like... "Let's go wash the windows.", or "Let's clean the floors or rugs or such". The trick was everything you had to do to get to the job. Oh, they knew. We didn't until we got there and noticed. Tricks.
Still, it's what's for dinner? Something like that. My job, now that something has kicked over, is to use as much as possible. Busy every day, as busy as possible. For now, windows and limbs will do. After those? Cleaning floors, putting the bathroom together, changing lightbulbs out, keeping up on weeds and watering, perhaps planting grass, reducing possessions, planning and making dehydrated foods, packing various groupings of items for various types of outings and then going on those outings. It's going to hurt, it will be a bit much even too much, quite often. I may never actually get over that, but that is how my life will be from now on. I can't, honestly, see all that much difference between that and being silenced into nursing care and an allowed or assisted death. It's just that the medical industrial complex won't get richer off it.
I best feed the girls, then thing about a bite of something for myself. I am hungry, I just can't seem to... I have a plan. Nothing tastes or sounds all that good. Even so, I've got to eat. So... I dunno. I'll figure it out. I definitely need calories in order to get to work. Raking, later, and next, I do believe. A quarter to half the yard, unless I catch a good wind. Later.
Oh? Ouch?
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A little. I slept well and hard. I didn't let the girls sleep with me, and probably won't again until I am put back together. All good, mind you. I don't mind these aches and pains. It does mean I am working and that adds to strength and some other things needed. Plus the yard is really looking better, safety is improving, and... some other stuff. The next group of limbs I remove will be used for firewood. I'll process them, if I didn't mention though I probably did, right where they fall which is right near where the wood will be stacked. I have some there already. This won't be stacked on that, though. The old wood should be well cured. That can be taken for camping this summer, at least car camping... while fishing? Maybe.
No tree adventures quite today. However, raking might go forward. That actually will be a lot of work, so I don't know if it will be finished. It's not a race, so long as I keep at something each day. That very little bit of weeding will be next. In the house, adding sheers to two more windows, cleaning, and putting old curtains on the back windows is next. I have enough rods for the back windows. Those have, currently, the standard flat curtain holder so I have to change those out. The girls have twisted those terribly. I'll have to use at least one middle bracket, maybe two extra helper brackets, as the girls... Sassy really... are hard on things. Oh, and before I forget, I'll wash the other front window and take some things upstairs... parts to the electric piano. Perhaps, since it is day, washing inside and out on each window I do. Ugh. It sure adds up.
Oh... I'll clean the inside window and both outside, take the things upstairs, and call that making yesterday more complete... then I'll spend a few hours doing my usual wakeup routine. That'll both put me ahead of the game and give me a chance to sort the rest and prepare more surely. Yeah... that's how it works best for me. I'm just not a morning man. Morning, in my case, is very relative, as to time, mind you. Oh, and a few anacin. Tomorrow is another slower rest day, I'll try not to use painkillers then or for the rest of the week until a day or two after a major work day. Gotta be careful with that stuff. And pain is a warning as much as anything. Plus, suffering is an offering, an oblation that, now that man has fallen, God appreciates if it's all of proper affairs.
Later.
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A little. I slept well and hard. I didn't let the girls sleep with me, and probably won't again until I am put back together. All good, mind you. I don't mind these aches and pains. It does mean I am working and that adds to strength and some other things needed. Plus the yard is really looking better, safety is improving, and... some other stuff. The next group of limbs I remove will be used for firewood. I'll process them, if I didn't mention though I probably did, right where they fall which is right near where the wood will be stacked. I have some there already. This won't be stacked on that, though. The old wood should be well cured. That can be taken for camping this summer, at least car camping... while fishing? Maybe.
No tree adventures quite today. However, raking might go forward. That actually will be a lot of work, so I don't know if it will be finished. It's not a race, so long as I keep at something each day. That very little bit of weeding will be next. In the house, adding sheers to two more windows, cleaning, and putting old curtains on the back windows is next. I have enough rods for the back windows. Those have, currently, the standard flat curtain holder so I have to change those out. The girls have twisted those terribly. I'll have to use at least one middle bracket, maybe two extra helper brackets, as the girls... Sassy really... are hard on things. Oh, and before I forget, I'll wash the other front window and take some things upstairs... parts to the electric piano. Perhaps, since it is day, washing inside and out on each window I do. Ugh. It sure adds up.
Oh... I'll clean the inside window and both outside, take the things upstairs, and call that making yesterday more complete... then I'll spend a few hours doing my usual wakeup routine. That'll both put me ahead of the game and give me a chance to sort the rest and prepare more surely. Yeah... that's how it works best for me. I'm just not a morning man. Morning, in my case, is very relative, as to time, mind you. Oh, and a few anacin. Tomorrow is another slower rest day, I'll try not to use painkillers then or for the rest of the week until a day or two after a major work day. Gotta be careful with that stuff. And pain is a warning as much as anything. Plus, suffering is an offering, an oblation that, now that man has fallen, God appreciates if it's all of proper affairs.
Later.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
When you have to use the same hole, but it is dead?
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Curtain and sheer hardware, mind you. Not that such other topics aren't covered, or uncovered, here. But that isn't the issue in play. Or... not in play? Never mind. So... is there a trick? I don't know. I just made one up. Gorilla wood glue on the wood screw in question, then a light work getting it back in place. Time will tell. It's not like it needs to hold even tend pounds. Well... depending on how the girls treat the new stuff. Sassy is that big and change, more like a raccoon. She's not so much mean as easily frightened. When frightened, you very well might think you have a coon in your hands. Anyway, that is what I did. I had to... fix the glue dispenser though. Old, but it still flowed, what was in the bottle. Life is often hopes and prayers, a touch of sheer luck which fits since I am putting sheers up, and some other things.
I did look around for ideas about how to keep the parts level while putting them up. From what I saw my above notation regarding life and doing things seemed more useful. A lot of people on YouTube really shouldn't be there. Anyway, I just did my best, with what I would guess... measured here, and there, then this, that, and... they look even enough. If I decide to get picky about it, I am sure they are close enough that I could actually tinker them to... as fine as a level can get a project... which really isn't all that level... what... between 1 and 3 degrees, if absolute care is taken and over five feet with a few other givens that shoot the score down? Yeah.
I have both of the front curtains and sheers up. I even cleaned one of the windows. If I get back to work tonight, I might clean the other window rather than digging in on the last two windows to have sheers installed. Those are for tomorrow. I am actually ahead by doing what I did today. Still shot but didn't want to waste the whole day. I may do just a bit more tinkering, taking a few things upstairs... or not. I almost decided to make a run to town. It's just too late by the time I have a rest to head in and hit the store I prefer. Tuesday, right? Yeah, tomorrow or Thursday, and more than just a bit of shopping I hope.
Dinners here. It has been for a bit, but I... Well... I'll see about it, warm if need be, and have a bite. Probably. Food is wonky lately. As I work out, and become hungry, my body is becoming strangely picky. It's difficult for me to fix something I like! Well, and I don't seem, usually, to be able to eat as much. Don't ask, I simply don't know. I'm sort of starving, but food mostly repulses me. Even my favorites. I doubt if a ribeye would do more than be a somewhat better bite. I might not even be able to eat a whole steak. I'll... give it a go. I suppose, out there, I'll have to figure some things out. The woods are no place to starve. And, actually, if I'm going back-bush? I'll just take longer lasting fats, flour, tea, and such. I'll either fish or hunt the meat or go without. And, for the most part, vegetables won't be on the menu. Wild foods are too tricky, even for professionals. Berries, though, just so long as bears are kept well in mind. Not much else, I suppose.
Anyway, I love it when I get something in my noggin and pound it out in flesh. Curtains, with sheers, are a bit of a silly thing. But when every degree counts, and privacy is needed, but sleep schedule is crazy? They really do help. Going or staying doesn't matter, for now it is now. Later... or good night? Probably not. I am the wrong kind of tired to sleep, was asleep until 3:08! :p Actually, 15:08, and more... 14:38... but those last two are not what it said.
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Curtain and sheer hardware, mind you. Not that such other topics aren't covered, or uncovered, here. But that isn't the issue in play. Or... not in play? Never mind. So... is there a trick? I don't know. I just made one up. Gorilla wood glue on the wood screw in question, then a light work getting it back in place. Time will tell. It's not like it needs to hold even tend pounds. Well... depending on how the girls treat the new stuff. Sassy is that big and change, more like a raccoon. She's not so much mean as easily frightened. When frightened, you very well might think you have a coon in your hands. Anyway, that is what I did. I had to... fix the glue dispenser though. Old, but it still flowed, what was in the bottle. Life is often hopes and prayers, a touch of sheer luck which fits since I am putting sheers up, and some other things.
I did look around for ideas about how to keep the parts level while putting them up. From what I saw my above notation regarding life and doing things seemed more useful. A lot of people on YouTube really shouldn't be there. Anyway, I just did my best, with what I would guess... measured here, and there, then this, that, and... they look even enough. If I decide to get picky about it, I am sure they are close enough that I could actually tinker them to... as fine as a level can get a project... which really isn't all that level... what... between 1 and 3 degrees, if absolute care is taken and over five feet with a few other givens that shoot the score down? Yeah.
I have both of the front curtains and sheers up. I even cleaned one of the windows. If I get back to work tonight, I might clean the other window rather than digging in on the last two windows to have sheers installed. Those are for tomorrow. I am actually ahead by doing what I did today. Still shot but didn't want to waste the whole day. I may do just a bit more tinkering, taking a few things upstairs... or not. I almost decided to make a run to town. It's just too late by the time I have a rest to head in and hit the store I prefer. Tuesday, right? Yeah, tomorrow or Thursday, and more than just a bit of shopping I hope.
Dinners here. It has been for a bit, but I... Well... I'll see about it, warm if need be, and have a bite. Probably. Food is wonky lately. As I work out, and become hungry, my body is becoming strangely picky. It's difficult for me to fix something I like! Well, and I don't seem, usually, to be able to eat as much. Don't ask, I simply don't know. I'm sort of starving, but food mostly repulses me. Even my favorites. I doubt if a ribeye would do more than be a somewhat better bite. I might not even be able to eat a whole steak. I'll... give it a go. I suppose, out there, I'll have to figure some things out. The woods are no place to starve. And, actually, if I'm going back-bush? I'll just take longer lasting fats, flour, tea, and such. I'll either fish or hunt the meat or go without. And, for the most part, vegetables won't be on the menu. Wild foods are too tricky, even for professionals. Berries, though, just so long as bears are kept well in mind. Not much else, I suppose.
Anyway, I love it when I get something in my noggin and pound it out in flesh. Curtains, with sheers, are a bit of a silly thing. But when every degree counts, and privacy is needed, but sleep schedule is crazy? They really do help. Going or staying doesn't matter, for now it is now. Later... or good night? Probably not. I am the wrong kind of tired to sleep, was asleep until 3:08! :p Actually, 15:08, and more... 14:38... but those last two are not what it said.
Roughly pushing?
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I am rather in a tough place. I really simply pushed too hard, added this and that in, then did more. Some of it wasn't my fault. Though I'm not unhappy about it. I will have to push, and a lot harder than this. When the license is lost, things are going to get very complicated very quickly. Do I stay here and attempt to figure things out? Do I vacate, continuing to pay, trying to sell, holing up until I can contact folk to escape when that time comes. It'll hit hard and fast. It may be fall or winter when the loss occurs. Difficult.
I best get used to roughing it, pushing it, figuring things out on the fly without a real prayer. Forced into homelessness, really. In any case, at this point, I can't see staying. No reason, too many enemies, and I have other interests coming. My real trick is to try to get as much of my world ready for travel as possible. Prep as many meals for packing out in smaller portions, to be cached either literally 'out there', though some of it, perhaps most of it, will be put up in storage. Getting rid of most of what I have. This won't be the first time, though it may well be the last time. If I live to my 70's or 80's, as I suspect, I may have to give up some things and move somewhere a final time. Who knows.
Achy, just a bit. Cranky on the side, though also just a touch of it. A bit feverish, couldn't sleep right and ended up sleeping too long... it doesn't something odd, those things together. Does that disturb the spinal fluid, cause a bit of a rush in the brain of that by hydraulic method, something else like that? Even so, I am feeling fairly good. These things are minor. Not all that energetic and yet I'm starting a bit.
I am redoing the front window. The sheers are definitely light enough for the very weak rods I purchased for them. As well, there is a center screw-in rod holder if I have any doubts. The curtain rods I bought initially for the sheers are twice or three times as strong as the first type of rods I purchased for the curtains. I'm not the best at aligning things though. I may see if there is a quick, simple, means of aligning the rod holders, leveling them, and all that. There is some play, what with the screws in the round rod arm. And yet, for me, I just want to have it all look more trim, much more trim, than it seems to work out. Some of the brackets are going in through old, unchangeable, holes. No choice. But I would like the rest to be more even. Yeah... I'll see if there is a minor guide somewhere. If I can get that part down, I should be able to do most or all of the sheers and curtains yet tonight. Oh... I'll spot me some anacin. This'll be the first helping of that in more than a week, I do believe. So I don't mind.
Tomorrow? If it is anything like today I won't be doing much. Which is fine. I can, however, begin planning the rest of the week. Raking, though, perhaps weeding around the tree? That would be good. And, if I am feeling really ambitious, the Christmas lights. They have been on my list, but I keep running out of me to spend on that task. Given the outdoorsy, but light, work planned, it would fit right in there. Not even a twenty minute task, from getting the latter, detaching the snaps, collecting and winding it all, then putting the ladder back. Probably. Still, tomorrow needs to be somewhat light again. Raking can be heavy or light.
I best... either have supper or get back to the curtains... Wait, I'll do a short search regarding lining up rod kit, on the wall. I can think about that, if I find something, while I eat or tinker or... rest. Later.
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I am rather in a tough place. I really simply pushed too hard, added this and that in, then did more. Some of it wasn't my fault. Though I'm not unhappy about it. I will have to push, and a lot harder than this. When the license is lost, things are going to get very complicated very quickly. Do I stay here and attempt to figure things out? Do I vacate, continuing to pay, trying to sell, holing up until I can contact folk to escape when that time comes. It'll hit hard and fast. It may be fall or winter when the loss occurs. Difficult.
I best get used to roughing it, pushing it, figuring things out on the fly without a real prayer. Forced into homelessness, really. In any case, at this point, I can't see staying. No reason, too many enemies, and I have other interests coming. My real trick is to try to get as much of my world ready for travel as possible. Prep as many meals for packing out in smaller portions, to be cached either literally 'out there', though some of it, perhaps most of it, will be put up in storage. Getting rid of most of what I have. This won't be the first time, though it may well be the last time. If I live to my 70's or 80's, as I suspect, I may have to give up some things and move somewhere a final time. Who knows.
Achy, just a bit. Cranky on the side, though also just a touch of it. A bit feverish, couldn't sleep right and ended up sleeping too long... it doesn't something odd, those things together. Does that disturb the spinal fluid, cause a bit of a rush in the brain of that by hydraulic method, something else like that? Even so, I am feeling fairly good. These things are minor. Not all that energetic and yet I'm starting a bit.
I am redoing the front window. The sheers are definitely light enough for the very weak rods I purchased for them. As well, there is a center screw-in rod holder if I have any doubts. The curtain rods I bought initially for the sheers are twice or three times as strong as the first type of rods I purchased for the curtains. I'm not the best at aligning things though. I may see if there is a quick, simple, means of aligning the rod holders, leveling them, and all that. There is some play, what with the screws in the round rod arm. And yet, for me, I just want to have it all look more trim, much more trim, than it seems to work out. Some of the brackets are going in through old, unchangeable, holes. No choice. But I would like the rest to be more even. Yeah... I'll see if there is a minor guide somewhere. If I can get that part down, I should be able to do most or all of the sheers and curtains yet tonight. Oh... I'll spot me some anacin. This'll be the first helping of that in more than a week, I do believe. So I don't mind.
Tomorrow? If it is anything like today I won't be doing much. Which is fine. I can, however, begin planning the rest of the week. Raking, though, perhaps weeding around the tree? That would be good. And, if I am feeling really ambitious, the Christmas lights. They have been on my list, but I keep running out of me to spend on that task. Given the outdoorsy, but light, work planned, it would fit right in there. Not even a twenty minute task, from getting the latter, detaching the snaps, collecting and winding it all, then putting the ladder back. Probably. Still, tomorrow needs to be somewhat light again. Raking can be heavy or light.
I best... either have supper or get back to the curtains... Wait, I'll do a short search regarding lining up rod kit, on the wall. I can think about that, if I find something, while I eat or tinker or... rest. Later.
Burned out.
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Doing what I did yesterday was a wonderful thing. I didn't hurt, didn't feel too worn, and yet I knew... suspected... I had gone over the line. Good thing I stopped there. Not that I think I would have hurt myself, merely that recovery time might have ended up being long. Who knows, as is, how long that might be. My body has been doing spot checks, trying to wake since about 7:45. The exact alarm time I woke was "3:08". Loved the time, just not how it relates to day and night.
I am a bit sore, somewhat stiff, still a bit sleepy, but not as bad as I have been. When I do heavier work (for me), I always sleep in such a way so that my arms seem to fall asleep. Both of them somehow. Though I am not sure it is all about how I sleep. But when worked beyond a certain point, they lose their ability to remain at the right angles, while sleeping, to prevent that? I suspect the latter more, as even during the day, while awake, while sort of resting, my arms can fall asleep. I have to do stretches and shoulder lifts from time to time. All good. That is pain I earned. It is actually double duty. Not only was it good for my body, but it did actual functional work that makes the yard look better, improves the health of the trees, and makes the area safer from falling dead.
Raining and overcast today. That cools things off. Actually, cool is a good thing today. I think working out has raised my core body temp. Over time, even on the coolest days here, I have been just fine. I have my thermostat set on 66 F, for example, which is what my thermometers are reading, and I am fine in undershorts and a t-shirt. Almost too warm. I told you I was a bear. Well, closer than most.
I don't know if I will get to window dressing today. I might. Even being tired as I am. Though I would say that for the next few days at least, that will be the heaviest work I do. Window work, minor cleaning, a bit of cooking. I need a bit of a break from the heavy stuff. Though with the rain, and I'll be occasional wind, that wasn't likely to be a choice. Oh, and a trip to town for at least two reasons. One is church business and friendship, one is panco... panko??? breading. Though real bread would be nice as well. I forgot that, for the scottish eggs. Always something. I had the list, just didn't check it well enough. Bleh.
Oh, I can still get a couple good solid work days in, and then maybe go hiking. Someone, thankfully, did the weeding, most of it. I have just a bit to do around the tree. Raking will also need to happen, just not on rainy days. More limb cutting, too. Most of that will be falling under the trees, in needed killed zones, so won't be much of a lawn fuss. And I will be processing those in place, and the storage area is a few feet away. While work, it won't quite be as complicated or heavy of work. Getting into the trees is always a bit of a trick, one I am beginning to enjoy. I just dreamed of knots and methods for up there. I'm all but sure I have done some serious roping up in trees before. I now remember how to make an impromptu chest harness to go with my waist harness so as to zipline a bit. I'll want to review some knots, but... the dream seemed legit.
Later.
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Doing what I did yesterday was a wonderful thing. I didn't hurt, didn't feel too worn, and yet I knew... suspected... I had gone over the line. Good thing I stopped there. Not that I think I would have hurt myself, merely that recovery time might have ended up being long. Who knows, as is, how long that might be. My body has been doing spot checks, trying to wake since about 7:45. The exact alarm time I woke was "3:08". Loved the time, just not how it relates to day and night.
I am a bit sore, somewhat stiff, still a bit sleepy, but not as bad as I have been. When I do heavier work (for me), I always sleep in such a way so that my arms seem to fall asleep. Both of them somehow. Though I am not sure it is all about how I sleep. But when worked beyond a certain point, they lose their ability to remain at the right angles, while sleeping, to prevent that? I suspect the latter more, as even during the day, while awake, while sort of resting, my arms can fall asleep. I have to do stretches and shoulder lifts from time to time. All good. That is pain I earned. It is actually double duty. Not only was it good for my body, but it did actual functional work that makes the yard look better, improves the health of the trees, and makes the area safer from falling dead.
Raining and overcast today. That cools things off. Actually, cool is a good thing today. I think working out has raised my core body temp. Over time, even on the coolest days here, I have been just fine. I have my thermostat set on 66 F, for example, which is what my thermometers are reading, and I am fine in undershorts and a t-shirt. Almost too warm. I told you I was a bear. Well, closer than most.
I don't know if I will get to window dressing today. I might. Even being tired as I am. Though I would say that for the next few days at least, that will be the heaviest work I do. Window work, minor cleaning, a bit of cooking. I need a bit of a break from the heavy stuff. Though with the rain, and I'll be occasional wind, that wasn't likely to be a choice. Oh, and a trip to town for at least two reasons. One is church business and friendship, one is panco... panko??? breading. Though real bread would be nice as well. I forgot that, for the scottish eggs. Always something. I had the list, just didn't check it well enough. Bleh.
Oh, I can still get a couple good solid work days in, and then maybe go hiking. Someone, thankfully, did the weeding, most of it. I have just a bit to do around the tree. Raking will also need to happen, just not on rainy days. More limb cutting, too. Most of that will be falling under the trees, in needed killed zones, so won't be much of a lawn fuss. And I will be processing those in place, and the storage area is a few feet away. While work, it won't quite be as complicated or heavy of work. Getting into the trees is always a bit of a trick, one I am beginning to enjoy. I just dreamed of knots and methods for up there. I'm all but sure I have done some serious roping up in trees before. I now remember how to make an impromptu chest harness to go with my waist harness so as to zipline a bit. I'll want to review some knots, but... the dream seemed legit.
Later.
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