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It is being reported that the 400 richest people in the world just got a 3.2% haircut. That something like $129 billion dollars went away. You know what? That is a lie. Hmm? Oh, I mean, money doesn't "go away". It isn't 'eaten by markets', 'fall through cracks in national or international events', or any such nonsense. What happened was, the leverage used by holding Britain was deemed lost, so "money" on books, created by accountants, to look good for... whomever... had to be taken out of the books. No leverage, no control, no back room deals, etc. No money was burned in the breakup. Hilarious to think such a thing.
Now, there are people who aren't happy. They just lost a booky hole, a (bunch of) calculation gimmicks, and access to throughways to hide and move vast amounts of fictional wealth. That money didn't disappear, it simply never existed and the breakup exposed the lie. That's half the reason I was for Brexit. Every single businessman and politician who was on Remain's side, over there and over here, are bad actors of the worst sort. As I have said, when economic doom comes, it isn't for you the bell will toll. Unless you're worth millions... in some book. The super rich, there and around the world, may attempt to harm the British. But there would otherwise be no harm. Fiction. Lies.
Just had to laugh. I've read that propaganda at a dozen sites and, finally, it clicked. No, I knew it was wrong, just wasn't awake enough to shake it out. But, there you go. Love to watch the filthy rich, who live on lies and threats and fiction and false politics and more these days than ever before, exposed. Beautiful. I'm thinking, a few more nations out, the final fall of the EU, then the UN. The taking back of America for her own... Yeah. Might see some houses fall. It's looking like they are about as toothless as suspected. Don't think they won't try things, or even do things... like more "terrorist" attacks. Just know who is, ultimately, behind it. Though... don't think the actors aren't fully complicit either. Later.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Problem solving.
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To be sure, the title is, when all else is understood within our means, the derivative of life. The dead and unliving have no such need or desire. For the living, there is nothing else. Essentially, everything is a problem. It starts with simply breathing, then obtaining fluid, then eating, then mating. Every step is one step further toward another few moments of life, but no guarantee of even that. Life, you see, is an anomaly. It, technically, shouldn't exist. And, for the most part, it doesn't.
When you look at each stage of life, from the very simple to the most complex, you notice a number of things. I won't call them stages of evolution for I have seen no, zero, proof of evolution. I have not seen, or heard of, one single species that morphed, then replaced what it had been. Actually, I haven't seen how a "family" tree actually works. Humans from apes? Really? Humans, even further, from dolphins? It isn't even belief, and newer found than my understandings of science, faith that leads me to doubt evolution. It is actually my faith in actual science that leads me to doubt evolution. It's funny how modern 'scienceophiles' have more faith, usually in what they don't understand, than most Christians have in their own God. Sort of cute, actually. Science isn't about faith, but about evidence, conclusions, and a mechanical secular viewing of reality. Oh well.
Anyway... back to the issue. Problem solving is what I do when I am doing what I want to be doing. It isn't work, or play, so much as finding the optimal path to a solution. Most of my simple things have been solved. Food and water, mostly, are tended. I have a means of protecting myself from the heat and cold, rain and sun, etc. I have a few creatures with whom I may offer love. Not human. At some point, you have what you have and must learn to accept it.
So, lately, I have been thinking through problems. Again. I quit for a bit. When I realized that a move to Alaska is probably going to be required, as I refuse to remain where the state has such access so as to take away my license, refuse to allow me to pay for my own doctor while allowing medication access, and such... I have been... pouting? Not that, or not just that. It has been difficult to focus. The cave (my home) isn't that interesting. Getting up and out is difficult, both because of the situation I face and the lack of medication... if that latter is double edged. When I am better, off medication, I am much better. When I am worse, though too, I am much worse.
As I have suggested, I am coming back into the game. Little things, some short term. Something as simple as a chair. I don't want them with arm rests... or I end up resting my arms to the point of suffering. While only weight 280, I need chairs that can handle much more, for some reason. That is on the way. Taking care of climbing is also a means of doing some tree work. Though I could go ahead with some of the tree work that doesn't need it. However, I have to be in the condition to do so. I haven't been. However, that does seem to be turning around. Though the heat will be an issue. Lots of things, coming and going, turning off, turning down, being tinkered with. I am even going back on the over the counter stuff, and planning to buy compression gear to help remove fluid. All had been let go, for a bit too long. I'll have to do some work to get things back in line. But... that is what is beginning. Ugh.
For now I have a t-bone to eat. Later.
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To be sure, the title is, when all else is understood within our means, the derivative of life. The dead and unliving have no such need or desire. For the living, there is nothing else. Essentially, everything is a problem. It starts with simply breathing, then obtaining fluid, then eating, then mating. Every step is one step further toward another few moments of life, but no guarantee of even that. Life, you see, is an anomaly. It, technically, shouldn't exist. And, for the most part, it doesn't.
When you look at each stage of life, from the very simple to the most complex, you notice a number of things. I won't call them stages of evolution for I have seen no, zero, proof of evolution. I have not seen, or heard of, one single species that morphed, then replaced what it had been. Actually, I haven't seen how a "family" tree actually works. Humans from apes? Really? Humans, even further, from dolphins? It isn't even belief, and newer found than my understandings of science, faith that leads me to doubt evolution. It is actually my faith in actual science that leads me to doubt evolution. It's funny how modern 'scienceophiles' have more faith, usually in what they don't understand, than most Christians have in their own God. Sort of cute, actually. Science isn't about faith, but about evidence, conclusions, and a mechanical secular viewing of reality. Oh well.
Anyway... back to the issue. Problem solving is what I do when I am doing what I want to be doing. It isn't work, or play, so much as finding the optimal path to a solution. Most of my simple things have been solved. Food and water, mostly, are tended. I have a means of protecting myself from the heat and cold, rain and sun, etc. I have a few creatures with whom I may offer love. Not human. At some point, you have what you have and must learn to accept it.
So, lately, I have been thinking through problems. Again. I quit for a bit. When I realized that a move to Alaska is probably going to be required, as I refuse to remain where the state has such access so as to take away my license, refuse to allow me to pay for my own doctor while allowing medication access, and such... I have been... pouting? Not that, or not just that. It has been difficult to focus. The cave (my home) isn't that interesting. Getting up and out is difficult, both because of the situation I face and the lack of medication... if that latter is double edged. When I am better, off medication, I am much better. When I am worse, though too, I am much worse.
As I have suggested, I am coming back into the game. Little things, some short term. Something as simple as a chair. I don't want them with arm rests... or I end up resting my arms to the point of suffering. While only weight 280, I need chairs that can handle much more, for some reason. That is on the way. Taking care of climbing is also a means of doing some tree work. Though I could go ahead with some of the tree work that doesn't need it. However, I have to be in the condition to do so. I haven't been. However, that does seem to be turning around. Though the heat will be an issue. Lots of things, coming and going, turning off, turning down, being tinkered with. I am even going back on the over the counter stuff, and planning to buy compression gear to help remove fluid. All had been let go, for a bit too long. I'll have to do some work to get things back in line. But... that is what is beginning. Ugh.
For now I have a t-bone to eat. Later.
Friday, June 24, 2016
As good as it gets.
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Until the weather eases into summer, and I get used to that as much as possible, I am as good as I will be. Things have smoothed out a bit. No more micro or mega days, if my sleep cycles are on the slim side and my wake cycles are a wee long. Both are just outside margins... preferences... some such. Though that is almost always the case. Usually, however, it is just one that is out... too much or little sleep, too long or short of days. Still, nail one or both foot/feet to the floor and there will be issues. I finally figured out, just a few years back(?), I can do one of two things, when in a bind. I can either attempt to reset my day by realigning my sleep and wake cycles with daytime and night or I can push through and do what I can, when I can, and just ignore the when of it all. The latter seems to be more successful, usually. It brings me, more quickly, to a day schedule, and has greater potential to get things done. Potential does not always equate to facts on the ground, hoof prints in the sand, or any other jazz. Odds, evens, ends, possibility, and probability... that's my life fodder. It's impossible that I am here, so difficult to always make heads or tails of any of the rest beyond just that.
I woke without too much heat damage. Then again, I think it only got to 80 today. I was awake until nearly 15:00, then woke at...21:00~22:00. Can't be sure, blurry. On the good side, I was awake quickly enough to pull the time together, extrapolate, and have some clue. The order of the day, again, is a number of tasks... as listed yesterday. Though any will do. Dishes, laundry, the kitchen, cooking, heat-cutting lengths of rope and flat tubing for security catches, stitching or hooping those... Much to do, all the time in the world, little ability to concentrate. I need a... uhrm... boss? Not a whip and lash type... mostly. A bit of sting, from time to time, but honey too. Such interesting creatures if you know how to... hand them certain keys and domains. Just don't... well yeah, give them the house, just not... the throne or crown. *wink*
I may seem... overpleased with some current events. And, while I am satisfied with how a few things have gone, I... know these could all fall apart, take a wrong turn, or could be wrong right out of the box. From what I can see, they are the only way forward. Anything else will end in tyrannies that will stretch out for more generations than the USSR lasted, or China, really. China is still going, but it's a broken toy. It will never get back on it's feet until it's people take back their nation. That probably can't happen after so many purges of the better Chinese... the educated, the soulful, the truth believing/seeking/abiding. They have slaughtered those among themselves so often that there are none left, not to the depths of their beings. Just... mice. Happy to serve a murderous state so long as they aren't on the menu. A nation is it's people. Their people are ghosts, ours are being systematically crushed by foreigners who don't know, or care, why America is or was great, what is or was good about it, or why things are they way they were or are. Rule of law means nothing to foreigners who break the law to enter, and it's one of the cornerstones of this nation. Take that away, which our elites have been busily doing, and you get Mexico, with or without the immigrants. The invaders simply add to ground-swell lower pushes toward that sort of "government".
So, yes, happy. But not without a lot of doubts about how it will turn out anyway. Even if what I hope happens, it... may just be another trick. Don't ever go whole hog. Keep something in reserve, in case a new direction must be sought, quickly. Don't take your eyes off the road, or concentration. Don't hand anyone all of the keys, trust, or faith. A little at a time, for what is needed and maybe a bit more. Eventually you have to have some faith in someone, but not too much, not in anyone... not anyone here. Not even yourself. Quite a trick. A losing trick actually, but all there is. Though, don't fret about it too much either, just understand. Then relax as you go about your paranoid little way. *chuckling* Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
On with... something. Hungry! But... not yet. Grilling? Yeah, maybe. Hmm... might toss a potato or two on the grill while it is warming, let it run long enough. How about a half dozen? Yeah... can use the extra for with eggs and bacon, maybe do a scalloped potato thing (never done one, had them, but not made one myself). I love trying new things. But first, a bit more time to wake. Good... day... night... cycle? Yeah. Not even sure what I wrote. Just bled out whilst I was waking. Oh well, I might read it someday. Later.
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Until the weather eases into summer, and I get used to that as much as possible, I am as good as I will be. Things have smoothed out a bit. No more micro or mega days, if my sleep cycles are on the slim side and my wake cycles are a wee long. Both are just outside margins... preferences... some such. Though that is almost always the case. Usually, however, it is just one that is out... too much or little sleep, too long or short of days. Still, nail one or both foot/feet to the floor and there will be issues. I finally figured out, just a few years back(?), I can do one of two things, when in a bind. I can either attempt to reset my day by realigning my sleep and wake cycles with daytime and night or I can push through and do what I can, when I can, and just ignore the when of it all. The latter seems to be more successful, usually. It brings me, more quickly, to a day schedule, and has greater potential to get things done. Potential does not always equate to facts on the ground, hoof prints in the sand, or any other jazz. Odds, evens, ends, possibility, and probability... that's my life fodder. It's impossible that I am here, so difficult to always make heads or tails of any of the rest beyond just that.
I woke without too much heat damage. Then again, I think it only got to 80 today. I was awake until nearly 15:00, then woke at...21:00~22:00. Can't be sure, blurry. On the good side, I was awake quickly enough to pull the time together, extrapolate, and have some clue. The order of the day, again, is a number of tasks... as listed yesterday. Though any will do. Dishes, laundry, the kitchen, cooking, heat-cutting lengths of rope and flat tubing for security catches, stitching or hooping those... Much to do, all the time in the world, little ability to concentrate. I need a... uhrm... boss? Not a whip and lash type... mostly. A bit of sting, from time to time, but honey too. Such interesting creatures if you know how to... hand them certain keys and domains. Just don't... well yeah, give them the house, just not... the throne or crown. *wink*
I may seem... overpleased with some current events. And, while I am satisfied with how a few things have gone, I... know these could all fall apart, take a wrong turn, or could be wrong right out of the box. From what I can see, they are the only way forward. Anything else will end in tyrannies that will stretch out for more generations than the USSR lasted, or China, really. China is still going, but it's a broken toy. It will never get back on it's feet until it's people take back their nation. That probably can't happen after so many purges of the better Chinese... the educated, the soulful, the truth believing/seeking/abiding. They have slaughtered those among themselves so often that there are none left, not to the depths of their beings. Just... mice. Happy to serve a murderous state so long as they aren't on the menu. A nation is it's people. Their people are ghosts, ours are being systematically crushed by foreigners who don't know, or care, why America is or was great, what is or was good about it, or why things are they way they were or are. Rule of law means nothing to foreigners who break the law to enter, and it's one of the cornerstones of this nation. Take that away, which our elites have been busily doing, and you get Mexico, with or without the immigrants. The invaders simply add to ground-swell lower pushes toward that sort of "government".
So, yes, happy. But not without a lot of doubts about how it will turn out anyway. Even if what I hope happens, it... may just be another trick. Don't ever go whole hog. Keep something in reserve, in case a new direction must be sought, quickly. Don't take your eyes off the road, or concentration. Don't hand anyone all of the keys, trust, or faith. A little at a time, for what is needed and maybe a bit more. Eventually you have to have some faith in someone, but not too much, not in anyone... not anyone here. Not even yourself. Quite a trick. A losing trick actually, but all there is. Though, don't fret about it too much either, just understand. Then relax as you go about your paranoid little way. *chuckling* Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
On with... something. Hungry! But... not yet. Grilling? Yeah, maybe. Hmm... might toss a potato or two on the grill while it is warming, let it run long enough. How about a half dozen? Yeah... can use the extra for with eggs and bacon, maybe do a scalloped potato thing (never done one, had them, but not made one myself). I love trying new things. But first, a bit more time to wake. Good... day... night... cycle? Yeah. Not even sure what I wrote. Just bled out whilst I was waking. Oh well, I might read it someday. Later.
Feeling good, doing little.
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Actually, somehow, I got too cold. Was that really the reason I didn't get to much? Maybe. I certainly wasn't expecting that. Feeling good though, so, to a degree, I don't mind. Was it the cool, or even chill, that made me feel so good though? No clue. I simply enjoyed the time as it went by with neither speed nor lacking it, just as life should go when all is well.
I became hungry though. A good sign. Lack of a sense of hunger, or worse knowledge of hunger but an inability to do anything about it, are signs of hard times. If you were even a billionaire, but had nothing but money, even you would know this. It isn't a money issue. Or even a food issue. However, while I had nothing thawed, and a pot and pan deficit due to dishes being backed up, I wasn't going to let those be a problem. Nothing fancy, just rice, butter, and salt. Brown rice, has more body and digests slowly so as not to cause hunger so quickly after. I'm not a hummingbird. I made enough for four meals. It... must have been a while since I last ate, for I was terribly hungry. I ate half that which was prepared. I still have hunger, but I'll save that for later. While preparing that I pulled a t-bone, pork chops, and hamburger out. For the grill, mostly. Though the hamburger may find it's way into some one-dish wonder or other. I have no bread or buns, prefer that if I'm doing burgers.
Well, there were a few things done. Just research. I have been wanting to make my own barbecue sauce. You can buy, but that is very hit or miss. And the stuff they put in the stuff they want you to eat is crazy. I had an idea of the consistency, potentially. If you've ever had sweet and sour sauce at an oriental restaurant, you have the idea. Now, for me, cutting the sweat partially or maybe completely is in the line-up, thought process, design. I wasn't sure if that would be possible, though suspected it would be. And, I think it is.
Since I have no plans on cooking down diced fresh tomatoes, or even canned... then pureeing... or... any such score, ketchup is the probable basic starter ingredient. Corn starch in water, some sort of vinegar, and some collection of spices. Heat, too, of some sort... spicey heat that is. And cooking it all down. Further, I might be able to, from time to time, have actual sweet and sour sauce. That's a cheap and easy sticky red sauce. Could be used as a barbecue, sweet and sour, or even possibly as a salad dressing... hot, sweet, sour, savory. I have every thing I need. I'd like ginger, especially for the barbecue, don't think I have it, might just put that on my list and, sometime soon, put the rest of it together. Though I could make the sauce and just chill it until I get to it.
The other research was how best to cut the various ropes and strapping. I knew hot, just not really how hot, or... well, how to do that. A torch or heat gun and blade. Some of them looked to not need any sharpness on the blade, depending completely on heat. I have several lengths of several colors of what I'll be using. I'll probably use the heat gun, haven't broken it in yet. I'm just deciding which blade. Not sure it it will bugger it up, either with the heat or melting goo. With that, eventually, done... then I will get to making several of the components I want/need. Oh, and I did a bit of looking. They really do have some very neat tools/toys for climbing.
The thing to know about climbing? You will eventually do something wrong. Like biking, skating, skiing, winter sports, extreme sports, (of any sorts), you have to, eventually... get older and reflexes/strength/something fail... be young and too exuberant... miss for no or some other reason... Just know that, if you go in. You will eventually fall, and may break, perhaps break really badly. Though, I think, if you really take your time, use your head, and don't take it too casually, you can... limit your exposure. But it is a bet. A bet against gravity, for your fallible body, and so on. For me, in some country I may be in short order, the risk of climbing may be less than the risk of being on the ground. It's a tradeoff, a bet on one risk versus another, not just a hobby.
I'd sure like a nap. Before it gets too hot. Not sure, though. Could get stuck sleeping in the heat and not be able to get out of it. I'm thinking on it. Later.
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Actually, somehow, I got too cold. Was that really the reason I didn't get to much? Maybe. I certainly wasn't expecting that. Feeling good though, so, to a degree, I don't mind. Was it the cool, or even chill, that made me feel so good though? No clue. I simply enjoyed the time as it went by with neither speed nor lacking it, just as life should go when all is well.
I became hungry though. A good sign. Lack of a sense of hunger, or worse knowledge of hunger but an inability to do anything about it, are signs of hard times. If you were even a billionaire, but had nothing but money, even you would know this. It isn't a money issue. Or even a food issue. However, while I had nothing thawed, and a pot and pan deficit due to dishes being backed up, I wasn't going to let those be a problem. Nothing fancy, just rice, butter, and salt. Brown rice, has more body and digests slowly so as not to cause hunger so quickly after. I'm not a hummingbird. I made enough for four meals. It... must have been a while since I last ate, for I was terribly hungry. I ate half that which was prepared. I still have hunger, but I'll save that for later. While preparing that I pulled a t-bone, pork chops, and hamburger out. For the grill, mostly. Though the hamburger may find it's way into some one-dish wonder or other. I have no bread or buns, prefer that if I'm doing burgers.
Well, there were a few things done. Just research. I have been wanting to make my own barbecue sauce. You can buy, but that is very hit or miss. And the stuff they put in the stuff they want you to eat is crazy. I had an idea of the consistency, potentially. If you've ever had sweet and sour sauce at an oriental restaurant, you have the idea. Now, for me, cutting the sweat partially or maybe completely is in the line-up, thought process, design. I wasn't sure if that would be possible, though suspected it would be. And, I think it is.
Since I have no plans on cooking down diced fresh tomatoes, or even canned... then pureeing... or... any such score, ketchup is the probable basic starter ingredient. Corn starch in water, some sort of vinegar, and some collection of spices. Heat, too, of some sort... spicey heat that is. And cooking it all down. Further, I might be able to, from time to time, have actual sweet and sour sauce. That's a cheap and easy sticky red sauce. Could be used as a barbecue, sweet and sour, or even possibly as a salad dressing... hot, sweet, sour, savory. I have every thing I need. I'd like ginger, especially for the barbecue, don't think I have it, might just put that on my list and, sometime soon, put the rest of it together. Though I could make the sauce and just chill it until I get to it.
The other research was how best to cut the various ropes and strapping. I knew hot, just not really how hot, or... well, how to do that. A torch or heat gun and blade. Some of them looked to not need any sharpness on the blade, depending completely on heat. I have several lengths of several colors of what I'll be using. I'll probably use the heat gun, haven't broken it in yet. I'm just deciding which blade. Not sure it it will bugger it up, either with the heat or melting goo. With that, eventually, done... then I will get to making several of the components I want/need. Oh, and I did a bit of looking. They really do have some very neat tools/toys for climbing.
The thing to know about climbing? You will eventually do something wrong. Like biking, skating, skiing, winter sports, extreme sports, (of any sorts), you have to, eventually... get older and reflexes/strength/something fail... be young and too exuberant... miss for no or some other reason... Just know that, if you go in. You will eventually fall, and may break, perhaps break really badly. Though, I think, if you really take your time, use your head, and don't take it too casually, you can... limit your exposure. But it is a bet. A bet against gravity, for your fallible body, and so on. For me, in some country I may be in short order, the risk of climbing may be less than the risk of being on the ground. It's a tradeoff, a bet on one risk versus another, not just a hobby.
I'd sure like a nap. Before it gets too hot. Not sure, though. Could get stuck sleeping in the heat and not be able to get out of it. I'm thinking on it. Later.
Much better.
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When I first woke I was bursting with hurt. However, that passed very quickly. I was a bit surprised how well opening the bedroom door, with the ac and fans going, cooled the place. It won't chill, but it really did kick the heat in the teeth, allowing me to recover even more quickly. I just didn't think it would work. I forget, I suppose, year to year. Well, and I might be a tad stubborn? Maybe could be. Anyway... Still, I don't want to run things too long. Not just costs, noise and... other reasons. However, kicking it on, and over, for a few hours at the zenith of hot hateness, might not be a bad deal. And it really... after running just an hour or two, and bringing all else into line, I was able to shut it off, open the windows, leave one fan on low, and... it's almost too cool. Yeah. Desert living, even if it doesn't look like it, it is. Mostly.
I had forgotten to pull other meats out. I was right about my take, for myself, on sirloin steak. Just... not... It's the chicken breast of beef. Some love it, or say they do. It's the leanest of steaks, or one of them. Flavor and toughness ensue. I had asked that those be diced for jerky. Instead I got steaks and roasts in that caliber. I may have to see if someone wants them. I don't. The tenderloin is okay, but not very fatty. Tender, to be sure. Without the fat, the best way to do those is fry or grill them, with butter in there, and eat them quickly, while hot. Again, not my favorite, but better than sirloin. I don't mind getting those as steaks, just for something a bit different. A good beef add, when just wanting a very small, mild, but very tender taste. Yes, picky. Deserve to be? Who does? But there it is.
Beside beginning to work the sudoku crunches, I'm also back working on hand strength. For now I am using the simple squeeze exercises, though I may start adding the gyro grip thing. I can do 150 easily, even after using the 200 pounders. But the 200 pounders are just... not quite... I'll keep at it. I had stopped for a while. Frustrated. Back at it. We'll see. Perhaps a bit under 200 is my cap? Maybe I just have to focus? I'll need that strength doing any climbing. I'm only tapping it every third day or so. I have found, this time around anyway, that trying to do it daily, or every other day, doesn't lend to gain. That might have been what I ran into last time. For a while, when first starting, you can make gains doing it every other day (for sure, maybe even daily). Improvements, it may seem, can be had that way, and then. The problem is, I think, that eventually you actually hit your strength limit. Which wasn't your initial problem. The initial problem is overcoming learning how to use the device... dexterity, or focus of mind/body, or something. When that is tended, and you are tapping your real strength, then you hit your max, THEN it gets difficult because you are having to create a path, through extra muscle or focus or something (it isn't always as it seems). That's when... you plateau. I remember this from actual strength and fitness training long ago. And, to be honest, there is a hard cap on anything. You can only swim just so fast. You can only lift just so much. And the closer you get to that, the more at risk to injury you are. Anyway... back to that.
Today? I don't know. A bit of laundry, some dishes, a shower, and maybe a trip to town tomorrow? Who knows. If I can make it out early, maybe. Oh, one other thing... Sort of one other thing... Creating a couple of prusik third leg lines, or however they describe them. Prusiks are good, but when in a single line, on itself, it tends to wear quickly. With a secondary line used for that part, you just replace the secondary from time to time, leaving your main rope good for a longer use. Oh, and while I am at it, a couple of runner lines... for quartered safetys (as I call them, angled off... or upper branch safetys as you move up, or even gear, tackle, line supports... I need to get about half a dozen of those, in, say, three lengths... to start. Yeah, I know nothing, honestly... just what I know, sort of. *grins*
I am going to try to push on through. Heat or no, health or no, hoping to avoid breaking, becoming toothless, or dying. Mostly. Can't really avoid, can just attempt to rectify the risk factors, innit? Later.
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When I first woke I was bursting with hurt. However, that passed very quickly. I was a bit surprised how well opening the bedroom door, with the ac and fans going, cooled the place. It won't chill, but it really did kick the heat in the teeth, allowing me to recover even more quickly. I just didn't think it would work. I forget, I suppose, year to year. Well, and I might be a tad stubborn? Maybe could be. Anyway... Still, I don't want to run things too long. Not just costs, noise and... other reasons. However, kicking it on, and over, for a few hours at the zenith of hot hateness, might not be a bad deal. And it really... after running just an hour or two, and bringing all else into line, I was able to shut it off, open the windows, leave one fan on low, and... it's almost too cool. Yeah. Desert living, even if it doesn't look like it, it is. Mostly.
I had forgotten to pull other meats out. I was right about my take, for myself, on sirloin steak. Just... not... It's the chicken breast of beef. Some love it, or say they do. It's the leanest of steaks, or one of them. Flavor and toughness ensue. I had asked that those be diced for jerky. Instead I got steaks and roasts in that caliber. I may have to see if someone wants them. I don't. The tenderloin is okay, but not very fatty. Tender, to be sure. Without the fat, the best way to do those is fry or grill them, with butter in there, and eat them quickly, while hot. Again, not my favorite, but better than sirloin. I don't mind getting those as steaks, just for something a bit different. A good beef add, when just wanting a very small, mild, but very tender taste. Yes, picky. Deserve to be? Who does? But there it is.
Beside beginning to work the sudoku crunches, I'm also back working on hand strength. For now I am using the simple squeeze exercises, though I may start adding the gyro grip thing. I can do 150 easily, even after using the 200 pounders. But the 200 pounders are just... not quite... I'll keep at it. I had stopped for a while. Frustrated. Back at it. We'll see. Perhaps a bit under 200 is my cap? Maybe I just have to focus? I'll need that strength doing any climbing. I'm only tapping it every third day or so. I have found, this time around anyway, that trying to do it daily, or every other day, doesn't lend to gain. That might have been what I ran into last time. For a while, when first starting, you can make gains doing it every other day (for sure, maybe even daily). Improvements, it may seem, can be had that way, and then. The problem is, I think, that eventually you actually hit your strength limit. Which wasn't your initial problem. The initial problem is overcoming learning how to use the device... dexterity, or focus of mind/body, or something. When that is tended, and you are tapping your real strength, then you hit your max, THEN it gets difficult because you are having to create a path, through extra muscle or focus or something (it isn't always as it seems). That's when... you plateau. I remember this from actual strength and fitness training long ago. And, to be honest, there is a hard cap on anything. You can only swim just so fast. You can only lift just so much. And the closer you get to that, the more at risk to injury you are. Anyway... back to that.
Today? I don't know. A bit of laundry, some dishes, a shower, and maybe a trip to town tomorrow? Who knows. If I can make it out early, maybe. Oh, one other thing... Sort of one other thing... Creating a couple of prusik third leg lines, or however they describe them. Prusiks are good, but when in a single line, on itself, it tends to wear quickly. With a secondary line used for that part, you just replace the secondary from time to time, leaving your main rope good for a longer use. Oh, and while I am at it, a couple of runner lines... for quartered safetys (as I call them, angled off... or upper branch safetys as you move up, or even gear, tackle, line supports... I need to get about half a dozen of those, in, say, three lengths... to start. Yeah, I know nothing, honestly... just what I know, sort of. *grins*
I am going to try to push on through. Heat or no, health or no, hoping to avoid breaking, becoming toothless, or dying. Mostly. Can't really avoid, can just attempt to rectify the risk factors, innit? Later.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Ode to the British.
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Aye. Not only did you choose freedom, and responsibility, you made sure your vote could not be corrupted. I honestly didn't think you had it in you. I'll eat crow, if while crooning and allowing the younglings to preen. You know they will be coming after you, economically, legally, civilly, anti-socially. You've shown you have stiff upper lips before, prepare to do it again. For my part, little as it may be, I will attempt to do more business with you. Not much, but...
As to the odes...
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Aye. Not only did you choose freedom, and responsibility, you made sure your vote could not be corrupted. I honestly didn't think you had it in you. I'll eat crow, if while crooning and allowing the younglings to preen. You know they will be coming after you, economically, legally, civilly, anti-socially. You've shown you have stiff upper lips before, prepare to do it again. For my part, little as it may be, I will attempt to do more business with you. Not much, but...
As to the odes...
Hot.
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Last I looked, the thermometer, the good one, read 90 F. According to the site I have found more reliable, it is supposed to get to 94. If it is getting there, it is probably there. I have a feeling that it will get hotter than 94. Bah. Just checked, 92. It might go up a few degrees, maybe. Probably not much more though? Probably. It is 77 inside, with nothing but one fan going. I just turned on the ac and the other fan, and closed the door. The girls want in. But they need an open door, which pretty much makes the ac useless... at least to any intensity.
I've been cooking since late morning, at a slow miserable pace. Some locals have said that this weather is just fine to them. I don't buy that. I remember Iowans, a few, who said the same. I knew darn well they weren't truthing. Here too. Not much himidity, but an 100 is an 100, and 90's are just that. Sweat does a body good here, if it can vanish a bit too quickly. Even at 77 it is just too hot for me. If I could figure out how to stay, I would get central air, and use numerous humidifiers to boost the signal. Swamp coolers, from what I have seen, simply don't work unless they are massive, probably open water, units. Maybe the new ones work, I just haven't seen much success. And the systems seem to need to be too complex in order to work, which means they can't be maintained easily.
I reset my vitamins and such today, as well. Not much. Little things, few of them, but something. And some things that will lead to other things. Oh, I should call the VA, see what they are on about. Probably not worth the time, but it's on the list. Then, I do believe, I am going on to bed. I'd like to stay up a few more hours, until it at least hits the high for sure though more the temp started dropping. I just don't have it in me. Eyes are becoming crispy from the heat and exhaustion. All good. Good night.
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Last I looked, the thermometer, the good one, read 90 F. According to the site I have found more reliable, it is supposed to get to 94. If it is getting there, it is probably there. I have a feeling that it will get hotter than 94. Bah. Just checked, 92. It might go up a few degrees, maybe. Probably not much more though? Probably. It is 77 inside, with nothing but one fan going. I just turned on the ac and the other fan, and closed the door. The girls want in. But they need an open door, which pretty much makes the ac useless... at least to any intensity.
I've been cooking since late morning, at a slow miserable pace. Some locals have said that this weather is just fine to them. I don't buy that. I remember Iowans, a few, who said the same. I knew darn well they weren't truthing. Here too. Not much himidity, but an 100 is an 100, and 90's are just that. Sweat does a body good here, if it can vanish a bit too quickly. Even at 77 it is just too hot for me. If I could figure out how to stay, I would get central air, and use numerous humidifiers to boost the signal. Swamp coolers, from what I have seen, simply don't work unless they are massive, probably open water, units. Maybe the new ones work, I just haven't seen much success. And the systems seem to need to be too complex in order to work, which means they can't be maintained easily.
I reset my vitamins and such today, as well. Not much. Little things, few of them, but something. And some things that will lead to other things. Oh, I should call the VA, see what they are on about. Probably not worth the time, but it's on the list. Then, I do believe, I am going on to bed. I'd like to stay up a few more hours, until it at least hits the high for sure though more the temp started dropping. I just don't have it in me. Eyes are becoming crispy from the heat and exhaustion. All good. Good night.
A few things.
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Truth of the matter is, function is not, at the moment, the actual goal. Stretching my day, through the heat, to exchange nights for days. Now, I am pretty sure, as the days become infernos, and quickly from the cool to the hot, I won't last. Which is fine. I'll just do it again, when I fall down. It's how I have done it for longer than some of you have been alive. And... I'll be doing it long after some of you are buried. Like it? Not the issue, ever, on anything. But I have come around to favor it. The rough patches are just that, the good dots on the line are great, it is what it is.
Still, I did get to some things. I pulled much of my climbing gear together. Other than the main climbing/rappelling ropes. But those are located, just too large to keep with the fiddly bits, which I will be... organizing. From belt to carabiners to prusiks and more. There are some things I will be stitching. Since I don't have the basics of the machine down, I will just hand stitch. Several loops, for example. I had considered sewing prusik lines, but decided I can probably simply knot those. Secure enough, if done correctly. So, after getting my kit together, I went looking for some repair/create gear. I was mainly looking for a needle set, used for everything from upholstery to sails to bags. There are more than half a dozen, each with it's own purpose. Though I suspect any can be used for almost any larger purpose, angle, or material... up to some limit. Even then, limits are... just problems to be solved.
I did find the set, as well as snaps and a belt (leather) hole punch. Each had been purchased for a reason. In spite of still looking rather... large... I am losing size. I'm not even losing weight. Still 280 but I have lost two, maybe four now, sizes on my waist... or two belt holes... each being two sizes. Some days it is more noticeable, some days less. Beyond caring about looks, I simply want things to function. Oh, and I had a belt snap break. Some belts are simply poorly made. So, with the equipment found, I got two more holes cut into my good belt, then set a snap into the broken belt. I am not sure that snap will hold any better. I am willing to give it a shot. The holes in the other belt should not fail. Probably? *grins*
Small things, but annoying. They have been on the list for a long time. The gear came in when I was down, in the winter. It is good to finally have that fired off and done, and the gear all together. I am trying to purchase things that might be worth having outback. Maybe not all of it, perhaps some of it in storage, for when I return to civilization... to repair, replenish, refresh. Though if I buy into a mule, or a single or pair of pack goats, I could take more. Don't laugh, it is said even Thor had a pair... of goats too. Having recommended a name such as Woden, and Modi, as faces I may have seen in glass, it might be fitting.
Now I am finished for the day, save to make it through the fire. I have some strong suspicion, that... up to a point... if I go to bed while it begins cooling, regardless of the temp, I might be able to sleep better. Trying to sleep through the driving blazes is nucking futs. I end up getting fever chills, and other ailments. Sometimes there is no help for it. Sometimes, perhaps, there is a way. Problem solving is what I like to do, when possible.
Oh, here, the goal of all this climbing. Perhaps some tree cutting, maybe. Perhaps just to go up, from time to time. But the real goal is as follows.
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Truth of the matter is, function is not, at the moment, the actual goal. Stretching my day, through the heat, to exchange nights for days. Now, I am pretty sure, as the days become infernos, and quickly from the cool to the hot, I won't last. Which is fine. I'll just do it again, when I fall down. It's how I have done it for longer than some of you have been alive. And... I'll be doing it long after some of you are buried. Like it? Not the issue, ever, on anything. But I have come around to favor it. The rough patches are just that, the good dots on the line are great, it is what it is.
Still, I did get to some things. I pulled much of my climbing gear together. Other than the main climbing/rappelling ropes. But those are located, just too large to keep with the fiddly bits, which I will be... organizing. From belt to carabiners to prusiks and more. There are some things I will be stitching. Since I don't have the basics of the machine down, I will just hand stitch. Several loops, for example. I had considered sewing prusik lines, but decided I can probably simply knot those. Secure enough, if done correctly. So, after getting my kit together, I went looking for some repair/create gear. I was mainly looking for a needle set, used for everything from upholstery to sails to bags. There are more than half a dozen, each with it's own purpose. Though I suspect any can be used for almost any larger purpose, angle, or material... up to some limit. Even then, limits are... just problems to be solved.
I did find the set, as well as snaps and a belt (leather) hole punch. Each had been purchased for a reason. In spite of still looking rather... large... I am losing size. I'm not even losing weight. Still 280 but I have lost two, maybe four now, sizes on my waist... or two belt holes... each being two sizes. Some days it is more noticeable, some days less. Beyond caring about looks, I simply want things to function. Oh, and I had a belt snap break. Some belts are simply poorly made. So, with the equipment found, I got two more holes cut into my good belt, then set a snap into the broken belt. I am not sure that snap will hold any better. I am willing to give it a shot. The holes in the other belt should not fail. Probably? *grins*
Small things, but annoying. They have been on the list for a long time. The gear came in when I was down, in the winter. It is good to finally have that fired off and done, and the gear all together. I am trying to purchase things that might be worth having outback. Maybe not all of it, perhaps some of it in storage, for when I return to civilization... to repair, replenish, refresh. Though if I buy into a mule, or a single or pair of pack goats, I could take more. Don't laugh, it is said even Thor had a pair... of goats too. Having recommended a name such as Woden, and Modi, as faces I may have seen in glass, it might be fitting.
Now I am finished for the day, save to make it through the fire. I have some strong suspicion, that... up to a point... if I go to bed while it begins cooling, regardless of the temp, I might be able to sleep better. Trying to sleep through the driving blazes is nucking futs. I end up getting fever chills, and other ailments. Sometimes there is no help for it. Sometimes, perhaps, there is a way. Problem solving is what I like to do, when possible.
Oh, here, the goal of all this climbing. Perhaps some tree cutting, maybe. Perhaps just to go up, from time to time. But the real goal is as follows.
I really ought to get my climbing gear together.
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If nothing else, to begin tinkering with some knots. Though, when it cools off, in the evening... or maybe in the morning if it is still cool, perhaps getting out and practicing a few things out there might be good. Just working from a lower limb, or practicing getting the toss line up, in, out, back... along with a limb-saver. Just tinkering. That and getting my hammock out and up. Not sure about one of the trees though. Yes, I've been looking a few things up.
DIY tree, or any, climbing? Not advised. I simply don't have a lot of choice. If I want to climb, I'll have to learn myself. I simply can't reliably get in, and I'm not sure I would trust any in a college town. Too many seem to read here. Why read here when you have much of what is written? Don't look at me. Better to go it my own, as I often have. Sure miss having people around, people like me, who really had my back. Then again, so far, no one is shooting. And yet, I do feel there is risk out there.
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If nothing else, to begin tinkering with some knots. Though, when it cools off, in the evening... or maybe in the morning if it is still cool, perhaps getting out and practicing a few things out there might be good. Just working from a lower limb, or practicing getting the toss line up, in, out, back... along with a limb-saver. Just tinkering. That and getting my hammock out and up. Not sure about one of the trees though. Yes, I've been looking a few things up.
DIY tree, or any, climbing? Not advised. I simply don't have a lot of choice. If I want to climb, I'll have to learn myself. I simply can't reliably get in, and I'm not sure I would trust any in a college town. Too many seem to read here. Why read here when you have much of what is written? Don't look at me. Better to go it my own, as I often have. Sure miss having people around, people like me, who really had my back. Then again, so far, no one is shooting. And yet, I do feel there is risk out there.
One good meal, another, next.
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The ham and beans are finished. Even with the added lentils, I ended up still having too much ham. Too much? Well, more ham than beans and broth would support. No problem. I don't think, whichever way this would have turned out, that I would have minded. Oh, and while the lentils were bland up front, as sort of expected, they also took to the ham flavor after just the second reheating. What next?
I pulled several steaks out. One is quite tiny. One is rather small, the other is a medium to small ribeye (compared to the others)... but bigger than the other steaks. I am frying them as I speak. I don't think I really prefer sirloin, but I haven't tried tenderloin... not that I remember. It is supposed to be more tender, but less beefy tasting. Don't count on me, that's just what I heard, if I even recall correctly. Beyond that, I am not sure.
I do know I want to try ribs. I was thinking, cooking some in the pressure cooker, then finishing them. But I need to devise, or outright purchase, a sauce or rub. There are so many, and so many of them are garbage. Some people swear by this or that. Once tried, I realize I just don't like what most people like, or say they like. Just do not share food preferences. And, with the world getting hot, grilling might become much more common for me. Best to heat the outside. Or, as bad as it has been... cool the outside? Sheesh.
I'll try to do a few more chores tonight. No promises. I seem to be a bit topsy-turvey in the heat. I'll see what I might get to though. Later.
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The ham and beans are finished. Even with the added lentils, I ended up still having too much ham. Too much? Well, more ham than beans and broth would support. No problem. I don't think, whichever way this would have turned out, that I would have minded. Oh, and while the lentils were bland up front, as sort of expected, they also took to the ham flavor after just the second reheating. What next?
I pulled several steaks out. One is quite tiny. One is rather small, the other is a medium to small ribeye (compared to the others)... but bigger than the other steaks. I am frying them as I speak. I don't think I really prefer sirloin, but I haven't tried tenderloin... not that I remember. It is supposed to be more tender, but less beefy tasting. Don't count on me, that's just what I heard, if I even recall correctly. Beyond that, I am not sure.
I do know I want to try ribs. I was thinking, cooking some in the pressure cooker, then finishing them. But I need to devise, or outright purchase, a sauce or rub. There are so many, and so many of them are garbage. Some people swear by this or that. Once tried, I realize I just don't like what most people like, or say they like. Just do not share food preferences. And, with the world getting hot, grilling might become much more common for me. Best to heat the outside. Or, as bad as it has been... cool the outside? Sheesh.
I'll try to do a few more chores tonight. No promises. I seem to be a bit topsy-turvey in the heat. I'll see what I might get to though. Later.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Huh?
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I... stayed awake until??? How about this. I stayed awake until somewhere between 9:30 and 13:30. Yeah, that's as good as I can get it. I then decided a little nap would be good. There was some choice, but choice was quickly slipping away. I decided to go down easy, or easier, and by choice, rather than crash and burn. Crashing, and burning... don't forget the burning... on fiery days more so... always leads to leaking gaskets, burned oil residue, and carbon scaling. Just saying. So, I go in for a nap. I then crash anyway. Not through the floor, but straight down a sinkhole of exhaustion with seemingly no bottom. Waking at 19:30, give or take an half hour, I'm... better if still a bit rough.
It got down into the 50's last night. It seemed okay this morning, up until I went to bed it was still decent. I thought it was going to be a better day. And it was right up until it wasn't. Just checking, shortly after waking, and my in-the-shade outside, accurate, thermostat read 85 F. At 19:30(ish)? Wow. Today was another scorcher. When it gets like that, if I am sleeping, even with fan and ac, my mind dives to avoid the fires raging above. And so it did. How it can know, with so much shielding and cooling I can't say, but it does.
Oh... I remember one of my dreams. Food! And a woman. Not a mix, mind you. Mostly. Chili, or beans and ham, or... something. Something that went well with fresh onions. We were both having fun cooking it. Something neither of us knew, though, was about onions. We both wanted the fresh onions, and knew that onions make the breath bad for kissing... but... what if we both ate the onions? Would that cancel the scent on our love's breath? So we did it. Nope. Still rough. Could still smell it on her breath, and she said the same. Though... while we were suffering, we might as well suffer to the limit? Yum. Okay, I've kept my vow well, pretty well... I think... for some time. A month, two? Well, maybe at least a week or two. That ended today, again. Ah well, back to the chain gang. To think some people have to take pills to get it up. Wish they'd make a pill that would keep it down. Especially the size it is.
I have decided. I will go forward with it. Sudoku, that is. After hitting 5 seconds as my fastest, and then seeming to plateau... if also back away... it's an odd thing to be a... possibly... almost... supernatural even creator... Anyway, I have decided to dig back in. The goal? A three second game. Why? First, because I think I can. Second, just to rub nubs in the faces of the disbelievers. "It's impossible!" Even though they know better, some of them at least, and now. Not to cause them grief so much as to help them understand that the impossible is not. A little gift from your dear Doom. A promise, too, that what you know can't happen, what you have been told for thousands of years, that the vengeance of God will rain down, in due time. Though there is a stay, beyond the riders. Prayer, and faith. Difficult, dry, empty sometimes, but true. So... I will try to nearly halve my already impossible best time. I will bleed in this minor way just for you. My mother, and all my other women, always knew I was impossible. They just didn't know how much so. *wink*
Later.
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I... stayed awake until??? How about this. I stayed awake until somewhere between 9:30 and 13:30. Yeah, that's as good as I can get it. I then decided a little nap would be good. There was some choice, but choice was quickly slipping away. I decided to go down easy, or easier, and by choice, rather than crash and burn. Crashing, and burning... don't forget the burning... on fiery days more so... always leads to leaking gaskets, burned oil residue, and carbon scaling. Just saying. So, I go in for a nap. I then crash anyway. Not through the floor, but straight down a sinkhole of exhaustion with seemingly no bottom. Waking at 19:30, give or take an half hour, I'm... better if still a bit rough.
It got down into the 50's last night. It seemed okay this morning, up until I went to bed it was still decent. I thought it was going to be a better day. And it was right up until it wasn't. Just checking, shortly after waking, and my in-the-shade outside, accurate, thermostat read 85 F. At 19:30(ish)? Wow. Today was another scorcher. When it gets like that, if I am sleeping, even with fan and ac, my mind dives to avoid the fires raging above. And so it did. How it can know, with so much shielding and cooling I can't say, but it does.
Oh... I remember one of my dreams. Food! And a woman. Not a mix, mind you. Mostly. Chili, or beans and ham, or... something. Something that went well with fresh onions. We were both having fun cooking it. Something neither of us knew, though, was about onions. We both wanted the fresh onions, and knew that onions make the breath bad for kissing... but... what if we both ate the onions? Would that cancel the scent on our love's breath? So we did it. Nope. Still rough. Could still smell it on her breath, and she said the same. Though... while we were suffering, we might as well suffer to the limit? Yum. Okay, I've kept my vow well, pretty well... I think... for some time. A month, two? Well, maybe at least a week or two. That ended today, again. Ah well, back to the chain gang. To think some people have to take pills to get it up. Wish they'd make a pill that would keep it down. Especially the size it is.
I have decided. I will go forward with it. Sudoku, that is. After hitting 5 seconds as my fastest, and then seeming to plateau... if also back away... it's an odd thing to be a... possibly... almost... supernatural even creator... Anyway, I have decided to dig back in. The goal? A three second game. Why? First, because I think I can. Second, just to rub nubs in the faces of the disbelievers. "It's impossible!" Even though they know better, some of them at least, and now. Not to cause them grief so much as to help them understand that the impossible is not. A little gift from your dear Doom. A promise, too, that what you know can't happen, what you have been told for thousands of years, that the vengeance of God will rain down, in due time. Though there is a stay, beyond the riders. Prayer, and faith. Difficult, dry, empty sometimes, but true. So... I will try to nearly halve my already impossible best time. I will bleed in this minor way just for you. My mother, and all my other women, always knew I was impossible. They just didn't know how much so. *wink*
Later.
Why wait?
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Why wait to do nothing later when you can... do it (?) right now? Do you, technically, do something when you are doing nothing? Never mind. In this case, that isn't the question, because that wasn't the answer. Huh? Oh, right. What I mean is, while I had hoped to do something later, I decided to get started early? Yes. So, why all that other jabber? Dunno. I think I was aiming at something else, with my mind, and it stepped in front and took one in the keister for the team. By the way, while I have used the term many, many, times, I never knew, until now, how to spell it. It doesn't look at all like it's spelled right. What a pain in the ask me later. Ah, right, back to it. So, yeah, I got to some things.
First, a load of laundry run through. Then the dishes set to a soak. Not all of them, but a large portion of them. Hmm... oh, right. I have been wanting plain, short sleeve, button up, oxford button down, shirts for a while. Eddie Bauer, with all it's social confusion issues, is still who, for some things, I generally search. JC Penney use to be it, long and longer ago. But they sold their brand and quality so far down the road there was no coming back from it. Looks like the store is going Roseanne Barr up. Choices. Anyway, so I ordered several, in two sizes. I generally, for t-shirts and polo shirts, wear an extra large. Not bad, given my size. It's an odd thing that I can't quite explain. Sure, they make things a bit bigger anymore, for Americans... usually. But this is like fitting a semi-rig in a car spot. I shouldn't fit an extra large at all. However, for button shirts, I don't. Or... was having problems.
So, with two sizes... just to be sure, or surer... extra and double extra large... I tried the doubles first. Suspecting those would be the probable fit. I was right, so no need to dig into the xl's. Those can be sent back. However, I wanted to go a step further. I wanted to wash one of the shirts, then dry it. I dry on fluff, and request my "smart" "efficient" washer to wash on cool (it doesn't, it is always steamy when I open the washer), I am sure there will be some shrinkage. I just wanted to run one through, to see if it would work out. If not, then I may reorder a size up from even that. So... I have that in the dryer as I speak. And, depending on how it goes, should have everything needing to be returned packaged tonight and to the delivery shop by tomorrow. Just for size exchanges, mind you. I really want a number of those shirts. E.B. shirts tend to last well, long. I really ought to go through my closet, chase out that which is too worn and replace. With these shirts, t's, and polos, I should be well set.
Not much else will happen today, other than that I will try to make a day of it. I am going to push through to as much into early or mid evening as I am able. Perhaps another shower. Nothing fancy, people, but I won't quit. I think I found a nook by which to climb out of the funk of late, and am... working on it. If it takes forever, I really will die trying... even if I can't die. Later.
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Why wait to do nothing later when you can... do it (?) right now? Do you, technically, do something when you are doing nothing? Never mind. In this case, that isn't the question, because that wasn't the answer. Huh? Oh, right. What I mean is, while I had hoped to do something later, I decided to get started early? Yes. So, why all that other jabber? Dunno. I think I was aiming at something else, with my mind, and it stepped in front and took one in the keister for the team. By the way, while I have used the term many, many, times, I never knew, until now, how to spell it. It doesn't look at all like it's spelled right. What a pain in the ask me later. Ah, right, back to it. So, yeah, I got to some things.
First, a load of laundry run through. Then the dishes set to a soak. Not all of them, but a large portion of them. Hmm... oh, right. I have been wanting plain, short sleeve, button up, oxford button down, shirts for a while. Eddie Bauer, with all it's social confusion issues, is still who, for some things, I generally search. JC Penney use to be it, long and longer ago. But they sold their brand and quality so far down the road there was no coming back from it. Looks like the store is going Roseanne Barr up. Choices. Anyway, so I ordered several, in two sizes. I generally, for t-shirts and polo shirts, wear an extra large. Not bad, given my size. It's an odd thing that I can't quite explain. Sure, they make things a bit bigger anymore, for Americans... usually. But this is like fitting a semi-rig in a car spot. I shouldn't fit an extra large at all. However, for button shirts, I don't. Or... was having problems.
So, with two sizes... just to be sure, or surer... extra and double extra large... I tried the doubles first. Suspecting those would be the probable fit. I was right, so no need to dig into the xl's. Those can be sent back. However, I wanted to go a step further. I wanted to wash one of the shirts, then dry it. I dry on fluff, and request my "smart" "efficient" washer to wash on cool (it doesn't, it is always steamy when I open the washer), I am sure there will be some shrinkage. I just wanted to run one through, to see if it would work out. If not, then I may reorder a size up from even that. So... I have that in the dryer as I speak. And, depending on how it goes, should have everything needing to be returned packaged tonight and to the delivery shop by tomorrow. Just for size exchanges, mind you. I really want a number of those shirts. E.B. shirts tend to last well, long. I really ought to go through my closet, chase out that which is too worn and replace. With these shirts, t's, and polos, I should be well set.
Not much else will happen today, other than that I will try to make a day of it. I am going to push through to as much into early or mid evening as I am able. Perhaps another shower. Nothing fancy, people, but I won't quit. I think I found a nook by which to climb out of the funk of late, and am... working on it. If it takes forever, I really will die trying... even if I can't die. Later.
Flipped, flopped, but doing okay or soon.
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I've decided to crack open the painkillers and toss some back. I hope that will help. I'm awake, aware, just a bit cranky about the head, shoulders, upper back... bone, muscle, nerve... just off kilter. The heat, to be sure. Why I didn't realize I was baking while I was baking I don't get. Usually I know it. Sleep being off might be why. A bit numb when you stay up to "midnight", or later, to get things done. Still, really, not bad for having pressed two major limits all out of shape.
The lentils worked as a good ham and black bean filler. A bit bland, this first run, but beans are almost always bland until the ham has had time to infuse them. The black beans were pretty bland the first few meals. Well, and beans... it doesn't hurt to cook them several times, over time. I can't seem to ever cook them enough that first time. The next meal, and those following... up to some limit... simply improve. The nice thing about lentils is that you don't really need to soak them, though if you do, you don't have to dump the water... plus they do cook really quickly. Now, like soup bones, they will thicken whatever... so make sure to add water enough, and then some if it's already a partial broth. Ham and beans and lentils, oh my! Oh, and if regular is your ticket, this is your ticket to ride. First floor... going... down.
With it cooling to the mid 60's, so far, I have some things open and the fans doing their thing. Almost getting too chill, but I'll take than when and where I can after today. I was able to sleep today, in the heat, but I need to get that turned around if I can. Today may have been a start. I do what I can, if more often than not I don't do much. I'm bleeding out more life, some days, and more often, than most people will ever know. Such is why I screech, yowl, howl, and bay. I have more left to burn off than the sun and moon have light. Perhaps there is going to be a place in heaven. If I make it.
Whatever. Tomorrow I am hoping to do something... whenever I wake. I don't ever care what it is. Hopefully more than just one thing. Say... dishes, and working on camping gear... organizing it? Or laundry and either of those, or maybe getting my climbing gear together? I don't know. Something... real. The game has played it part, kept me from going down, kept me awake, but didn't allow for much function. I am ready to try to get back to functioning in the real world. Later.
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I've decided to crack open the painkillers and toss some back. I hope that will help. I'm awake, aware, just a bit cranky about the head, shoulders, upper back... bone, muscle, nerve... just off kilter. The heat, to be sure. Why I didn't realize I was baking while I was baking I don't get. Usually I know it. Sleep being off might be why. A bit numb when you stay up to "midnight", or later, to get things done. Still, really, not bad for having pressed two major limits all out of shape.
The lentils worked as a good ham and black bean filler. A bit bland, this first run, but beans are almost always bland until the ham has had time to infuse them. The black beans were pretty bland the first few meals. Well, and beans... it doesn't hurt to cook them several times, over time. I can't seem to ever cook them enough that first time. The next meal, and those following... up to some limit... simply improve. The nice thing about lentils is that you don't really need to soak them, though if you do, you don't have to dump the water... plus they do cook really quickly. Now, like soup bones, they will thicken whatever... so make sure to add water enough, and then some if it's already a partial broth. Ham and beans and lentils, oh my! Oh, and if regular is your ticket, this is your ticket to ride. First floor... going... down.
With it cooling to the mid 60's, so far, I have some things open and the fans doing their thing. Almost getting too chill, but I'll take than when and where I can after today. I was able to sleep today, in the heat, but I need to get that turned around if I can. Today may have been a start. I do what I can, if more often than not I don't do much. I'm bleeding out more life, some days, and more often, than most people will ever know. Such is why I screech, yowl, howl, and bay. I have more left to burn off than the sun and moon have light. Perhaps there is going to be a place in heaven. If I make it.
Whatever. Tomorrow I am hoping to do something... whenever I wake. I don't ever care what it is. Hopefully more than just one thing. Say... dishes, and working on camping gear... organizing it? Or laundry and either of those, or maybe getting my climbing gear together? I don't know. Something... real. The game has played it part, kept me from going down, kept me awake, but didn't allow for much function. I am ready to try to get back to functioning in the real world. Later.
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Waking with a heat hangover.
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The blazes you say? Yes. Brutal. I knew it was hot, did not realize how hot, or the full effects. Half of my brain feels swollen, the other half seems as if in recovery from a mule kick to the head. Something in the throat, too. That dry itch that can't be easily bested. Tea, for the moment, but I know it will come down to sipping on a bit of apple cider vinegar, or just plain if that is all I have. That's the only thing I know that can safely cut that. Whiskey or beer might, or just cover it up? But with the rest of the heat sickness I am suffering, that... is a risky process.
Which, also, means... I wasn't the only one. My friend used to call overcast, foggy, cold, wet type days something in which a murder should occur. I never argued, for the perception matched, no doubts. And yet those are more likely to be suicide days. Today, that heat? That is murdersville. Nobody was happy to see anyone. There was no escaping. And it was a solid surprise hit to the solar plexus of the mind and body. So... yeah...
Although, I have to admit, I still have some suspicion that... my blog, what I have written, might be too much for some. Heck, even God is hated for simply writing the truth. It's easy to see, when you aren't trying to cover your nasty ass and collection of sins and nefarious wants and desires, that God... the God of Abraham... is right. Not just a little. He nails it. No doubts. Not even for one such as me, once I asked that the veil be lifted and I be allowed to see. That really did happen and I... can't turn back now. For seeing, for saying, for my fiction, for my feelings, all sort of in there... For my wants, for my allowances, for what I am, what I have become, what I am planning to become, I... will be hated. And, yet, that changes nothing. But I will cut the children from the soup of human misery if they cannot deal with things. I won't endanger myself to entertain you. Find another bleeder.
Oh, the world is spinning. Do you have a drinking limit? A glass or two of wine? Three or four beers, or mixed drinks, through the night? Yeah, well, think of doubling it, and taking it all at once. Especially you light and midweights. Toasters you will become. And, so it is, only with heat. I really didn't see that coming. Ah, right... pickles. Next time I am in I need to buy several jars of pickles. Those, especially the juice, somehow, magically, repair a desiccated, burned out, melted down, body.
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The blazes you say? Yes. Brutal. I knew it was hot, did not realize how hot, or the full effects. Half of my brain feels swollen, the other half seems as if in recovery from a mule kick to the head. Something in the throat, too. That dry itch that can't be easily bested. Tea, for the moment, but I know it will come down to sipping on a bit of apple cider vinegar, or just plain if that is all I have. That's the only thing I know that can safely cut that. Whiskey or beer might, or just cover it up? But with the rest of the heat sickness I am suffering, that... is a risky process.
Which, also, means... I wasn't the only one. My friend used to call overcast, foggy, cold, wet type days something in which a murder should occur. I never argued, for the perception matched, no doubts. And yet those are more likely to be suicide days. Today, that heat? That is murdersville. Nobody was happy to see anyone. There was no escaping. And it was a solid surprise hit to the solar plexus of the mind and body. So... yeah...
Although, I have to admit, I still have some suspicion that... my blog, what I have written, might be too much for some. Heck, even God is hated for simply writing the truth. It's easy to see, when you aren't trying to cover your nasty ass and collection of sins and nefarious wants and desires, that God... the God of Abraham... is right. Not just a little. He nails it. No doubts. Not even for one such as me, once I asked that the veil be lifted and I be allowed to see. That really did happen and I... can't turn back now. For seeing, for saying, for my fiction, for my feelings, all sort of in there... For my wants, for my allowances, for what I am, what I have become, what I am planning to become, I... will be hated. And, yet, that changes nothing. But I will cut the children from the soup of human misery if they cannot deal with things. I won't endanger myself to entertain you. Find another bleeder.
Oh, the world is spinning. Do you have a drinking limit? A glass or two of wine? Three or four beers, or mixed drinks, through the night? Yeah, well, think of doubling it, and taking it all at once. Especially you light and midweights. Toasters you will become. And, so it is, only with heat. I really didn't see that coming. Ah, right... pickles. Next time I am in I need to buy several jars of pickles. Those, especially the juice, somehow, magically, repair a desiccated, burned out, melted down, body.
Yeah, may have to go digitally postal.
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The day was looking to be good. I was awake, I got a shower in, I was slowly getting dressed. The rubberband effect took hold as I was nearing time to go. That crucial exit velocity I needed was beginning to look questionable as to whether it could be obtained. A feeling of falling took hold. As did a minor form of panic. Not today, not again. So I dug deep, found something to rekindle a bump of acceleration. Just enough. Just.
Out I went. First to the post office. Ah, so that's it. I seem to have lost my post box. Has it been that long since I checked my mail? Is that just a clue, one more, that it's time to go. No longer welcome. Always possible. Just brush it off unless more is seen. Since it was so late, nearing noon, I didn't want to stop at the butcher. I figured they would be more ready after 13:00. So I drove on into town. Just minor grocery shopping. Somehow, when being helped, a pound of butter either 'missed' the bag, or fell out? Fell? Out? No... really? A manager brought it to me. I don't know what happened, I am suspicious. Just brush it off. Hot day, much else going on, tired. Just... nothing. So I head on to the butcher. I was not welcome. From front to back, not welcome. Why? No clue. Too close to lunch, on lunch? A day late? What? Then I smelled it. Like doe bait, back of the vehicle. Ammonia, strong.
Yes. I get it. I told you, however, and some time back, that my fiction thing was over. Should have added that any semblance to that notion in the future would be just that. There are any number of women I failed to be with, or with whom I parted for any number of reasons. Echoes all sound the same, at some point. Just a dying man who can't... quite... reach exit velocity. One more stupid example of dumbshittery and I'll close this blog to all save myself. I don't need that kind of crap. Heck, as varied as write, I might be being hated for... the exact opposite reasons by the various people who have shit on my day and vandalized my vehicle. Well, it sure smelled like ammonia at the exhaust. Not saying they were all in it. Perhaps none of them were. Just saying there is coincidence and then there is an klaxon alarm. I hear you. You may end up hearing me. Why even read here if it pisses you off? Get a hobby, other than reading blogs that piss you off. Though if you stick with that hobby, don't be a pussy about it. Cowards! Yeah, I know... I really am a giant, even if a mostly dead one. So bring some pals and go down as a team. *wink*
As to today? Don't care. Really don't. Don't let it happen again. If I think this is ongoing, I'll simply shut down several business ventures planned, close this blog to others, and not look back. I'll be going in less than a year, if possible. No choice anyway. Thank you very much. Bleh.
It is a scorcher out there. It says 85 F, 43 dp (falling), though it seemed hotter. Definitely in Logan, though maybe over at the butcher too. I have to ac going, and both fans. Hoping, with that and the door closed, I just might get some winks. I'm pushing, but after having to hit it to make it out, I'm having to slowly decelerate and cool before I can lay down. Later or good night.
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The day was looking to be good. I was awake, I got a shower in, I was slowly getting dressed. The rubberband effect took hold as I was nearing time to go. That crucial exit velocity I needed was beginning to look questionable as to whether it could be obtained. A feeling of falling took hold. As did a minor form of panic. Not today, not again. So I dug deep, found something to rekindle a bump of acceleration. Just enough. Just.
Out I went. First to the post office. Ah, so that's it. I seem to have lost my post box. Has it been that long since I checked my mail? Is that just a clue, one more, that it's time to go. No longer welcome. Always possible. Just brush it off unless more is seen. Since it was so late, nearing noon, I didn't want to stop at the butcher. I figured they would be more ready after 13:00. So I drove on into town. Just minor grocery shopping. Somehow, when being helped, a pound of butter either 'missed' the bag, or fell out? Fell? Out? No... really? A manager brought it to me. I don't know what happened, I am suspicious. Just brush it off. Hot day, much else going on, tired. Just... nothing. So I head on to the butcher. I was not welcome. From front to back, not welcome. Why? No clue. Too close to lunch, on lunch? A day late? What? Then I smelled it. Like doe bait, back of the vehicle. Ammonia, strong.
Yes. I get it. I told you, however, and some time back, that my fiction thing was over. Should have added that any semblance to that notion in the future would be just that. There are any number of women I failed to be with, or with whom I parted for any number of reasons. Echoes all sound the same, at some point. Just a dying man who can't... quite... reach exit velocity. One more stupid example of dumbshittery and I'll close this blog to all save myself. I don't need that kind of crap. Heck, as varied as write, I might be being hated for... the exact opposite reasons by the various people who have shit on my day and vandalized my vehicle. Well, it sure smelled like ammonia at the exhaust. Not saying they were all in it. Perhaps none of them were. Just saying there is coincidence and then there is an klaxon alarm. I hear you. You may end up hearing me. Why even read here if it pisses you off? Get a hobby, other than reading blogs that piss you off. Though if you stick with that hobby, don't be a pussy about it. Cowards! Yeah, I know... I really am a giant, even if a mostly dead one. So bring some pals and go down as a team. *wink*
As to today? Don't care. Really don't. Don't let it happen again. If I think this is ongoing, I'll simply shut down several business ventures planned, close this blog to others, and not look back. I'll be going in less than a year, if possible. No choice anyway. Thank you very much. Bleh.
It is a scorcher out there. It says 85 F, 43 dp (falling), though it seemed hotter. Definitely in Logan, though maybe over at the butcher too. I have to ac going, and both fans. Hoping, with that and the door closed, I just might get some winks. I'm pushing, but after having to hit it to make it out, I'm having to slowly decelerate and cool before I can lay down. Later or good night.
Doing rather well, thank you.
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I have been trying to get the dishes going. I have not been successful. Sure, soaked them, then reset the soak. I just drained them this morning, so as to get in for a shower in a bit. I am feeling better. I am all but certain I will be getting out today, on time, in a right order. First to the post office, then to the store (if I go), then to the butcher. I'd really like to hit the store but that is iffy. Yes, awake all night again. Why I couldn't get going yesterday morning I am not sure. But I was going through a number of troubles, I suppose. Troubles that aren't toils this morn. Yeah, let's just go to the post office, then the butcher.
After that to bed. Getting the meat in and in the freezer shouldn't be too much of a problem. The freezer is new, empty, ready. Though, perhaps, I may keep certain packs for the main freezer. I may sort some here and some there of various meats, so if something goes wrong I have some hope of not losing everything. Though, too, having all roasts in one, or certain types of cuts or ground, mainly in each, might make things easier. I'm just figuring out this meat by the bundle thing.
The ham and beans are serving me quite well. It is a humble food. Beans make the ham last, and go around. The ham adds fats to the lean beans. Water just means an easier cooking process and more thinning. I am also learning some things. One thing? Don't just dice the ham. Get your paws in there, after a thorough washing, and shred the ham. It's much better, somehow, that way. Don't ask, just trust. At least enough to try it once. Cooking, my friends, is a dirty job. Parenting is more so, but... cooking is definitely not for the timid.
As I near the end, I see I have actually been too stingy with the ham. Fine, I'll add lentils the next time... hmm... might add three cups now, as it cools from my last bite, then it should be partially warmed/soaked, ready to truly cook when next I fest. Yum! Lad. Channeling my dark side to another dark sided one. Neverthewho.
Ah, right... I'm letting the food settle, then a shower and on with the show. Good day.
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I have been trying to get the dishes going. I have not been successful. Sure, soaked them, then reset the soak. I just drained them this morning, so as to get in for a shower in a bit. I am feeling better. I am all but certain I will be getting out today, on time, in a right order. First to the post office, then to the store (if I go), then to the butcher. I'd really like to hit the store but that is iffy. Yes, awake all night again. Why I couldn't get going yesterday morning I am not sure. But I was going through a number of troubles, I suppose. Troubles that aren't toils this morn. Yeah, let's just go to the post office, then the butcher.
After that to bed. Getting the meat in and in the freezer shouldn't be too much of a problem. The freezer is new, empty, ready. Though, perhaps, I may keep certain packs for the main freezer. I may sort some here and some there of various meats, so if something goes wrong I have some hope of not losing everything. Though, too, having all roasts in one, or certain types of cuts or ground, mainly in each, might make things easier. I'm just figuring out this meat by the bundle thing.
The ham and beans are serving me quite well. It is a humble food. Beans make the ham last, and go around. The ham adds fats to the lean beans. Water just means an easier cooking process and more thinning. I am also learning some things. One thing? Don't just dice the ham. Get your paws in there, after a thorough washing, and shred the ham. It's much better, somehow, that way. Don't ask, just trust. At least enough to try it once. Cooking, my friends, is a dirty job. Parenting is more so, but... cooking is definitely not for the timid.
As I near the end, I see I have actually been too stingy with the ham. Fine, I'll add lentils the next time... hmm... might add three cups now, as it cools from my last bite, then it should be partially warmed/soaked, ready to truly cook when next I fest. Yum! Lad. Channeling my dark side to another dark sided one. Neverthewho.
Ah, right... I'm letting the food settle, then a shower and on with the show. Good day.
Monday, June 20, 2016
Fever shivers.
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Ever had those? When I push things hard enough I get them. Well, and when I have a serious bug. Actually, the reasoning is pretty much the same. Body is doing too much. I lose core heat, even in these warmer temps... it's like my body figures out some way to dump massive amounts of internal heat. And yet the body is working so hard doing something... fighting a bug or heating up to kill it, or in this case just operating too long... that is just cooks. I end up suffering on both ends of the spectrum. A burning shiver... me timbers, all I'll say the more. Not as bad as it can be, just on the noticeable scale, so far.
I did get the beans and ham cooked. Wonderful! That stuff is simply good eating. I like having lots of ham in each bowl, but that, really, isn't possible, not with every bowl. I don't know how much ham you would have to cook, but it's not... reasonable... even for someone like myself who can cheat. More ham, yes. Not just a sliver a spoon. But not two to four gobs of meat per spoon either. *le sighe* The world just, well... No bothers. It is quite good. This ham had a bone in, so the depth of flavor is astounding.
I called my mother yesterday too. Sounds like her little pooch got in with the big dogs, into their cage, and almost didn't make it. The woman taught me much, and one of those things was you do what it takes for your own. Yes, she put her hands in and saved her little pal. But not without paying for it. She is feeling better. Always was a momma bear, backed me as she could a time or two. Appreciated. She's not a bad woman to have on your side. She didn't save me from due punishment. She merely wanted punishment meted out equally, and saw to it. Right after... punishing me, perhaps, for her part. I have never denied acceptable justice. But I, too, have demanded it. Neither of us seem to be in the greatest shape. But then we have both had worse. And it's good to call and check in.
I could not make it much past 9:30 this morning. I have to get out tomorrow. Both to the butcher, to the grocery store, AND to the post office it seems. Bleh. Some things I ordered came in, but through the post office. I was expecting them through UPS. I hope they are even still there. Might not be. Oh, and the VA has called. Twice, now, actually. Something about prescriptions, or a letter, or something. Probably just pr outreach that will, as before, go nowhere. Or they are just seeing if I am dead yet. I'll check on that, if nothing else to tell them to leave me alone. We really don't have a relationship of any sort at this point.
I'm just hoping this feverchill will pass. It's nothing, really. Especially at this milder stage. More of an interesting cant at which to traverse life for a short spell. I likes me strange oddities from time to time... until they rub the veil a little thin but without numbing things enough. So far, as I mentioned, so good. Later.
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Ever had those? When I push things hard enough I get them. Well, and when I have a serious bug. Actually, the reasoning is pretty much the same. Body is doing too much. I lose core heat, even in these warmer temps... it's like my body figures out some way to dump massive amounts of internal heat. And yet the body is working so hard doing something... fighting a bug or heating up to kill it, or in this case just operating too long... that is just cooks. I end up suffering on both ends of the spectrum. A burning shiver... me timbers, all I'll say the more. Not as bad as it can be, just on the noticeable scale, so far.
I did get the beans and ham cooked. Wonderful! That stuff is simply good eating. I like having lots of ham in each bowl, but that, really, isn't possible, not with every bowl. I don't know how much ham you would have to cook, but it's not... reasonable... even for someone like myself who can cheat. More ham, yes. Not just a sliver a spoon. But not two to four gobs of meat per spoon either. *le sighe* The world just, well... No bothers. It is quite good. This ham had a bone in, so the depth of flavor is astounding.
I called my mother yesterday too. Sounds like her little pooch got in with the big dogs, into their cage, and almost didn't make it. The woman taught me much, and one of those things was you do what it takes for your own. Yes, she put her hands in and saved her little pal. But not without paying for it. She is feeling better. Always was a momma bear, backed me as she could a time or two. Appreciated. She's not a bad woman to have on your side. She didn't save me from due punishment. She merely wanted punishment meted out equally, and saw to it. Right after... punishing me, perhaps, for her part. I have never denied acceptable justice. But I, too, have demanded it. Neither of us seem to be in the greatest shape. But then we have both had worse. And it's good to call and check in.
I could not make it much past 9:30 this morning. I have to get out tomorrow. Both to the butcher, to the grocery store, AND to the post office it seems. Bleh. Some things I ordered came in, but through the post office. I was expecting them through UPS. I hope they are even still there. Might not be. Oh, and the VA has called. Twice, now, actually. Something about prescriptions, or a letter, or something. Probably just pr outreach that will, as before, go nowhere. Or they are just seeing if I am dead yet. I'll check on that, if nothing else to tell them to leave me alone. We really don't have a relationship of any sort at this point.
I'm just hoping this feverchill will pass. It's nothing, really. Especially at this milder stage. More of an interesting cant at which to traverse life for a short spell. I likes me strange oddities from time to time... until they rub the veil a little thin but without numbing things enough. So far, as I mentioned, so good. Later.
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Cycle note.
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Going down at just after 9:00, I am waking at 17:00... a bit before. But that isn't a natural wake time. Sunday through Tuesday, dinner arrives sometime after 17:00. Today I was able to wake, then shower right away, and the call came in just as I stepped out of the shower. I mean 'water off', 'shower curtain and front pulled', 'first foot up, over, and out', 'ring'. Otherwise I would not be awake. Yes, it was difficult to get out of bed. Tomorrow it may not happen. Picking up beef, maybe doing a bit of shopping, which means staying up for their time, driving around, possibly needing a cool-down time... Who knows when I will get to sleep. Though... I could try to push on through? But that is what I have been doing, if not intentionally. We'll see.
I was almost certain I was looking at a migraine as I was waking. It seems not. A mild headache, with a nice side of neck bone crunch and grind. I haven't had painkillers in days, weeks? So I'll shovel in a handful and call it good. I actually don't medicate migraines, unless I am also going back to bed. That's a risk of severe hurting. Sometimes it'll work. And I might do it if I absolutely must be up and running. I just know the price could be severe. Don't... play with migraines. Even a painphile such as myself, at times, knows that one particular limit.
Uhrm? I have no idea. With a shower out of the way, there is some hope I will hit cleaning. I actually put cleaner in the toilet bowl before showering, to let that soak a bit. So I will be hitting the bathroom, hard, tonight. Trash needs to go out, maybe recycling. I forgot to ask. Then... into the kitchen. I have fallen woefully behind in there. Ugh. It's an ugly place, again. Some boxes were recently removed, for which I have gratitude. A little clearing can bring the hammer of Mr. Clean down... sometimes. :p
Oh, and I best get a pot out or clean the one, then add beans and water to get that soaking... right away. Give it eight hours instead of just six last time. A bigger pot this time, and more beans. Five or six cups of beans. It's a larger chunk of ham... which I will partition, quarter, some for freezing, some for the week? Yeah. I need to buy a few larger containers tomorrow, for things like ham and beans, or other one-pot/pan dishes which are really too large to eat in one reasonable period. Yeah, on my list for tomorrow... but into a soak with the beans. NOW! Or I'll forget.
Perhaps there is a little life in the old boy yet, or some is coming back. Never sure which it is. I best scoot before I get fresh. *wink* Later.
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Going down at just after 9:00, I am waking at 17:00... a bit before. But that isn't a natural wake time. Sunday through Tuesday, dinner arrives sometime after 17:00. Today I was able to wake, then shower right away, and the call came in just as I stepped out of the shower. I mean 'water off', 'shower curtain and front pulled', 'first foot up, over, and out', 'ring'. Otherwise I would not be awake. Yes, it was difficult to get out of bed. Tomorrow it may not happen. Picking up beef, maybe doing a bit of shopping, which means staying up for their time, driving around, possibly needing a cool-down time... Who knows when I will get to sleep. Though... I could try to push on through? But that is what I have been doing, if not intentionally. We'll see.
I was almost certain I was looking at a migraine as I was waking. It seems not. A mild headache, with a nice side of neck bone crunch and grind. I haven't had painkillers in days, weeks? So I'll shovel in a handful and call it good. I actually don't medicate migraines, unless I am also going back to bed. That's a risk of severe hurting. Sometimes it'll work. And I might do it if I absolutely must be up and running. I just know the price could be severe. Don't... play with migraines. Even a painphile such as myself, at times, knows that one particular limit.
Uhrm? I have no idea. With a shower out of the way, there is some hope I will hit cleaning. I actually put cleaner in the toilet bowl before showering, to let that soak a bit. So I will be hitting the bathroom, hard, tonight. Trash needs to go out, maybe recycling. I forgot to ask. Then... into the kitchen. I have fallen woefully behind in there. Ugh. It's an ugly place, again. Some boxes were recently removed, for which I have gratitude. A little clearing can bring the hammer of Mr. Clean down... sometimes. :p
Oh, and I best get a pot out or clean the one, then add beans and water to get that soaking... right away. Give it eight hours instead of just six last time. A bigger pot this time, and more beans. Five or six cups of beans. It's a larger chunk of ham... which I will partition, quarter, some for freezing, some for the week? Yeah. I need to buy a few larger containers tomorrow, for things like ham and beans, or other one-pot/pan dishes which are really too large to eat in one reasonable period. Yeah, on my list for tomorrow... but into a soak with the beans. NOW! Or I'll forget.
Perhaps there is a little life in the old boy yet, or some is coming back. Never sure which it is. I best scoot before I get fresh. *wink* Later.
Bedtime.
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I'm not sure when I woke. It's 9:18, according to the machine. I'll be asleep within the hour. I have the ac going this time. I am sure it will be getting warm out there. Probably. I'll try to post the time when I wake. Before I can work that around, I have to know what I am dealing with. Too little sleep, awake too long, both, or worse, neither. Sometimes life is just brutal for no good reason.
I have been taking care to eat. Not properly, perhaps. Enough simple calories so that my system doesn't dry up and shut down. I made a batch of ham and beans. Liked it well enough I thawed a bit more ham. The problem was, there weren't enough (wasn't enough?) beans to match with the ham. I had a package of something thawed, I though hamburger. It ended up being unseasoned pork sausage. I wasn't too sure how that would go with beans. Quite well it turns out! A bit of cheese mixed in and, really, that was... very good. The beans cut that heavy, sharp, richness that good fresh pork can have. The cheese? Well, cheese goes well with much.
With the beans used up, I'll probably set another pot to soak, when I wake. I'll try to remember that and to note the time. Then cook the beans after six hours of soaking. Yeah, I'd like to soak them longer. But with time being a bit confusing, between sleep and waking... not knowing how long up or down... I would prefer to just cook the beans on a short soak rather than risk them going bad. And, yes, beans... I have had beans go bad after as little as eighteen hours in a soak... even having changed the water knowing I would have to be stretching things. Black beans, though I may toss in lentels right near the end, to see how that might work. Though I might just throw those in for the last hour of cooking. With black beans, I cook them for... hours. It just takes a long time for those, or that's what I have found.
Sunday? I'll check before I sleep. If so, I need to get the trash out. I got most of it packed out Friday, but have filled another back since. Recycling? I'll try to remember to ask my neighbor. I best set my alarm to be up at a reasonable time. Then prep for a shower. I have beef to figure out how to pick up tomorrow, and I am hoping to push through to some kind or work this coming week. Even as crazy as it is, at the moment, I still hope to... do something. Tree limb cutting, perhaps working on roping, maybe setting up the hammock... Who knows. Anything that gets me to do something(s) physical. Work is preferred, but play is okay if that's all I've got.
Supposed to be a short post. I got carried away. Good night.
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I'm not sure when I woke. It's 9:18, according to the machine. I'll be asleep within the hour. I have the ac going this time. I am sure it will be getting warm out there. Probably. I'll try to post the time when I wake. Before I can work that around, I have to know what I am dealing with. Too little sleep, awake too long, both, or worse, neither. Sometimes life is just brutal for no good reason.
I have been taking care to eat. Not properly, perhaps. Enough simple calories so that my system doesn't dry up and shut down. I made a batch of ham and beans. Liked it well enough I thawed a bit more ham. The problem was, there weren't enough (wasn't enough?) beans to match with the ham. I had a package of something thawed, I though hamburger. It ended up being unseasoned pork sausage. I wasn't too sure how that would go with beans. Quite well it turns out! A bit of cheese mixed in and, really, that was... very good. The beans cut that heavy, sharp, richness that good fresh pork can have. The cheese? Well, cheese goes well with much.
With the beans used up, I'll probably set another pot to soak, when I wake. I'll try to remember that and to note the time. Then cook the beans after six hours of soaking. Yeah, I'd like to soak them longer. But with time being a bit confusing, between sleep and waking... not knowing how long up or down... I would prefer to just cook the beans on a short soak rather than risk them going bad. And, yes, beans... I have had beans go bad after as little as eighteen hours in a soak... even having changed the water knowing I would have to be stretching things. Black beans, though I may toss in lentels right near the end, to see how that might work. Though I might just throw those in for the last hour of cooking. With black beans, I cook them for... hours. It just takes a long time for those, or that's what I have found.
Sunday? I'll check before I sleep. If so, I need to get the trash out. I got most of it packed out Friday, but have filled another back since. Recycling? I'll try to remember to ask my neighbor. I best set my alarm to be up at a reasonable time. Then prep for a shower. I have beef to figure out how to pick up tomorrow, and I am hoping to push through to some kind or work this coming week. Even as crazy as it is, at the moment, I still hope to... do something. Tree limb cutting, perhaps working on roping, maybe setting up the hammock... Who knows. Anything that gets me to do something(s) physical. Work is preferred, but play is okay if that's all I've got.
Supposed to be a short post. I got carried away. Good night.
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