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Oh, well, yeah. I am not so sure it was the easier half... more like just the other half. I finished before midnight, so I did it today. I did not work on Christmas. Tomorrow I may rest. I have no idea what is going to happen tomorrow. I may be dragging around, between sleep and pain, until... until I don't. Days, weeks, I'll be down for a while, starting tomorrow.
Even my eardrums are... stressed? Tired? They do that weird thing they do when they dry out or something. Everything is tight. Nothing hurts, or I can't feel it more like. It does hurt, I am simply numb. I am going to try to sleep as soon as possible.
Good night. Merry Christmas.
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Half of it, and the more difficult half I think.
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It's not just turning things to tighten threads, or sizing, or cutting, or taping. Sometimes it is doing those things upside down because it is the only way to do them. Then going into a closet, then shrinking the closet to half, then quarter, size. Taping, and twisting, and measuring, and pushing, and holding, and... it gets to you. But I didn't want to stop until it was done. I know what that means for me... it can kill a project. So I finished. I put a bucket under there, just in case, and pulled almost a gallon of r.o. At that moment, and for a few moments after, all seemed good, and dry. Who knows. I won't for days, and I won't be more sure for an half hour. I am now going to drink that water. Thirsty!
I really think the washroom plumbing will click together in a hurry. No fittings to screw in, no tape to wind, only one set of bolts on the flange to secure. The rest is just cutting to length, and really that is extremely variable, almost more to my taste than to real world demands... mostly. A few cuts, a dry fit of the whole thing, then disassembly, cementing, refitting, and then just letting it cure for the next two days. I think I can, finally. If I've got this, I might actually call in a plumber to help select, then install, a high kitchen faucet, take a look at the drains to see if there is a problem or minor fix that could help, check the water softener.
One thing at a time. Only so much I am willing to do. Sometimes pay, sometimes diy, and I'll get further along through these things. A few more pain killers, but no more until I am back to work. If it hurts, I either get to ignore it or take a nap through the worst of it. But it does look like I will get the piping done. Not the leveling, but, one a day for the days after Christmas. Until I get them, then just... time off... a week, or really as much as I need. Quite a run. I honestly hope I can get back to work very quickly and keep at it for... a longer period then since before I was ill. The goal, pretty much, is to get back to doing what is needed, when it is needed, at a much quicker pace, success rate, and all such. Who ever knows though. Later.
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It's not just turning things to tighten threads, or sizing, or cutting, or taping. Sometimes it is doing those things upside down because it is the only way to do them. Then going into a closet, then shrinking the closet to half, then quarter, size. Taping, and twisting, and measuring, and pushing, and holding, and... it gets to you. But I didn't want to stop until it was done. I know what that means for me... it can kill a project. So I finished. I put a bucket under there, just in case, and pulled almost a gallon of r.o. At that moment, and for a few moments after, all seemed good, and dry. Who knows. I won't for days, and I won't be more sure for an half hour. I am now going to drink that water. Thirsty!
I really think the washroom plumbing will click together in a hurry. No fittings to screw in, no tape to wind, only one set of bolts on the flange to secure. The rest is just cutting to length, and really that is extremely variable, almost more to my taste than to real world demands... mostly. A few cuts, a dry fit of the whole thing, then disassembly, cementing, refitting, and then just letting it cure for the next two days. I think I can, finally. If I've got this, I might actually call in a plumber to help select, then install, a high kitchen faucet, take a look at the drains to see if there is a problem or minor fix that could help, check the water softener.
One thing at a time. Only so much I am willing to do. Sometimes pay, sometimes diy, and I'll get further along through these things. A few more pain killers, but no more until I am back to work. If it hurts, I either get to ignore it or take a nap through the worst of it. But it does look like I will get the piping done. Not the leveling, but, one a day for the days after Christmas. Until I get them, then just... time off... a week, or really as much as I need. Quite a run. I honestly hope I can get back to work very quickly and keep at it for... a longer period then since before I was ill. The goal, pretty much, is to get back to doing what is needed, when it is needed, at a much quicker pace, success rate, and all such. Who ever knows though. Later.
I am at it.
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I am hitting the kitchen drain first. Why? I am running out of time, that that is where I get water. I need that drain to work in order to use revers osmosis. Yes, it does make a difference here. As I am taping the threads and putting it together, I found one larger error that was easy enough to fix. I have the metal to abs flange together, and the abs to sink plumbing pvc rigged up to the pvc part. I have the main assembly together, up to the corner into the flanges and a bit of a straight pipe. I need to tape the male threads down from the sink basins, which will be a pain, attach the r.o. out into the drain system, figure out the elbow and length of straight pipe needed, then attach those. Actually, this won't need any glue or cement. Which means, if the tape holds, and it goes together right, I should be good to go as soon as I tighten the last thread pattern.
Which... means I am thinking I might be able to get the washroom drain configured, dry assembled to be sure, then cemented and rebuilt into final form. I would like to give it 24 hours to set, maybe 48 hours. Tomorrow is Christmas, and a day off. I don't think I'll be back to work even the day after so That will do. If I do something, I'll begin leveling the machines. Even if just one a day. I'm running out of steam. No, no, I ran out of steam a week ago. I am running out of whatever has been seeing me through this last week. And yet, in a few days, I'll begin again anyway.
After I level and check everything, a few days to a week off. Then back to cleaning the bedroom, I think I decided... well that and laundry. Not much for regular clothes, having washed everything and then started rotating clothes I wear, only changing unders completely out on a daily basis. The rest is cycled, worn a day to three, if just worn a short time. But I do have all my exotics, from wools to silks to synthetics to wash, and from clothes to socks to blankets. That'll be a heck of a lot of loads... probably ten or more just on that. Maybe more due to the various materials and them not always, exactly, able to be washed together.
Absolutely pleased with how things are going. Exhausted, bruised, sore, limping, lame, slowing, but still going.
Oh, something weird this week? I met somewhere between five and eight women, aged between the mid 30's to the low fifties, at a height between 6' and 6'2", with dancer body builds... slim, and I MEAN slim. Oh, well, they noticed me too. Smiles, nervous smiles sometimes, confident smiles others, each was a bit different in that regard. Strangest thing. They all had shorter hair though. No, it wasn't the same women or few women. Each truly was different. Don't ask me. Too late, but would have been interested three decades ago. I swear, tall women hid or something. I only ever met one, and I did date her. I was... just a bit busy back then. Always moving. No choice. Still, a few years later... but no.
Well, back to the sink. I think the washroom drain will be much faster. I just am not sure, even now, I can finish both. And I would rather have water going than a drain for a washing machine which isn't even leveled yet, and I won't be using for a couple of days in any case to start. Ugh. Later.
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I am hitting the kitchen drain first. Why? I am running out of time, that that is where I get water. I need that drain to work in order to use revers osmosis. Yes, it does make a difference here. As I am taping the threads and putting it together, I found one larger error that was easy enough to fix. I have the metal to abs flange together, and the abs to sink plumbing pvc rigged up to the pvc part. I have the main assembly together, up to the corner into the flanges and a bit of a straight pipe. I need to tape the male threads down from the sink basins, which will be a pain, attach the r.o. out into the drain system, figure out the elbow and length of straight pipe needed, then attach those. Actually, this won't need any glue or cement. Which means, if the tape holds, and it goes together right, I should be good to go as soon as I tighten the last thread pattern.
Which... means I am thinking I might be able to get the washroom drain configured, dry assembled to be sure, then cemented and rebuilt into final form. I would like to give it 24 hours to set, maybe 48 hours. Tomorrow is Christmas, and a day off. I don't think I'll be back to work even the day after so That will do. If I do something, I'll begin leveling the machines. Even if just one a day. I'm running out of steam. No, no, I ran out of steam a week ago. I am running out of whatever has been seeing me through this last week. And yet, in a few days, I'll begin again anyway.
After I level and check everything, a few days to a week off. Then back to cleaning the bedroom, I think I decided... well that and laundry. Not much for regular clothes, having washed everything and then started rotating clothes I wear, only changing unders completely out on a daily basis. The rest is cycled, worn a day to three, if just worn a short time. But I do have all my exotics, from wools to silks to synthetics to wash, and from clothes to socks to blankets. That'll be a heck of a lot of loads... probably ten or more just on that. Maybe more due to the various materials and them not always, exactly, able to be washed together.
Absolutely pleased with how things are going. Exhausted, bruised, sore, limping, lame, slowing, but still going.
Oh, something weird this week? I met somewhere between five and eight women, aged between the mid 30's to the low fifties, at a height between 6' and 6'2", with dancer body builds... slim, and I MEAN slim. Oh, well, they noticed me too. Smiles, nervous smiles sometimes, confident smiles others, each was a bit different in that regard. Strangest thing. They all had shorter hair though. No, it wasn't the same women or few women. Each truly was different. Don't ask me. Too late, but would have been interested three decades ago. I swear, tall women hid or something. I only ever met one, and I did date her. I was... just a bit busy back then. Always moving. No choice. Still, a few years later... but no.
Well, back to the sink. I think the washroom drain will be much faster. I just am not sure, even now, I can finish both. And I would rather have water going than a drain for a washing machine which isn't even leveled yet, and I won't be using for a couple of days in any case to start. Ugh. Later.
Slow.
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Three young men, who I did not recognize, were just finishing my driveway earlier. I hurried to get something presentable, and warm, on. Oh, I was in pj's, but house shoes and only a t-shirt just might not cut it. I was out in time to wave and thank them. But they seemed... distracted. A few waved back. I just left it at that. Grateful, mind you. I won't be working fast or hard, so a shovel chore would have... really eaten up much of what I have to offer today.
I decided to look at the drain in the washroom. I am still a bit unsure about the glues. First, I had initially thought the black pipes, abs, was just another form of pvc. Finding out it is a whole different ballgame gave me only a day to consider a glue. I do have pvc glue, but I'm not even sure if that is what is best to use for household. It just doesn't say. Now I have two kinds of pvc glue, but neither suggests a temp range or anything else. One is red, one is clear, and I can find crap-all online about which is best for household drains. As to the abs glue, it is supposed to withstand very high heat and temps. The thing with it, while it is supposed to be good for all sorts of matings, it is made for the teeth connection of the male into the female. Fine print, all of it, difficult to see while picking up a dozen other things, and no one really able to help at all, who knows which is what.
Even sitting here at home, with nothing but time, I get nothing but static. I found a sight that offers decent information about these things, but too generally for my needs. I need product names, specifics, not "glue", or "cement". Now I am getting, I hope, good information on some of it. Such as the notion that pvc, if a screw fitting, is best to use tape not cement or such. That is a good thing, in all ways, anyway. Glue it all on, then removing something for a fix could end up a lot more work. There is tape, but...
I simply cannot find the information. Oh... the article does note that plastic piping has got the old unionists pissed because it is "stealing" jobs, and the complaint from some that the wrong piping is too often being used, etc. Yeah, there is a reason to pay a pro, but it shouldn't be every little job. That's just too murder expensive, especially when they just as often screw it up as we do. Gah! Ten to one, a "pro" would not have used couplers, and done a few other things I believe was necessary. Would they even have used to right glue, or just what they had in their truck... or would they have charged me window time to go get the right stuff, or used stuff that was out of date, questionable... all charging me the same, too much. Bleh. If I want new pipes, sure, but not an open tube drain in my washroom. Even with new pipes, I would hire someone to subcontract... at liability levels with enough insurance, and enough to lose, to keep a collar on things. Ugh.
Yeah, grumpy, on this matter, a bit. All good though. It's... how it goes. Amen. I'll do one more quick look, see if I can't find real clarity, then go on to some of it. Too many fine details. Though, I think, if you struggle through? Eventually, once you get it right to a degree, you... have it. Later.
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Nope. None of the glues will work for abs, as I need them. The couplings are not threaded, just sleeved. Crap. The mailman called and said I had packages in. He'd be there to 13:00. I got... distracted. I'd like to go out, I am just not sure the stores will be open. It will be too late for the packages though. *sigh* I do my best, it just doesn't always work out. Later.
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Open until 18:00. I have time to get a shower and get going. Hey... yeah... *sigh*
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Three young men, who I did not recognize, were just finishing my driveway earlier. I hurried to get something presentable, and warm, on. Oh, I was in pj's, but house shoes and only a t-shirt just might not cut it. I was out in time to wave and thank them. But they seemed... distracted. A few waved back. I just left it at that. Grateful, mind you. I won't be working fast or hard, so a shovel chore would have... really eaten up much of what I have to offer today.
I decided to look at the drain in the washroom. I am still a bit unsure about the glues. First, I had initially thought the black pipes, abs, was just another form of pvc. Finding out it is a whole different ballgame gave me only a day to consider a glue. I do have pvc glue, but I'm not even sure if that is what is best to use for household. It just doesn't say. Now I have two kinds of pvc glue, but neither suggests a temp range or anything else. One is red, one is clear, and I can find crap-all online about which is best for household drains. As to the abs glue, it is supposed to withstand very high heat and temps. The thing with it, while it is supposed to be good for all sorts of matings, it is made for the teeth connection of the male into the female. Fine print, all of it, difficult to see while picking up a dozen other things, and no one really able to help at all, who knows which is what.
Even sitting here at home, with nothing but time, I get nothing but static. I found a sight that offers decent information about these things, but too generally for my needs. I need product names, specifics, not "glue", or "cement". Now I am getting, I hope, good information on some of it. Such as the notion that pvc, if a screw fitting, is best to use tape not cement or such. That is a good thing, in all ways, anyway. Glue it all on, then removing something for a fix could end up a lot more work. There is tape, but...
I simply cannot find the information. Oh... the article does note that plastic piping has got the old unionists pissed because it is "stealing" jobs, and the complaint from some that the wrong piping is too often being used, etc. Yeah, there is a reason to pay a pro, but it shouldn't be every little job. That's just too murder expensive, especially when they just as often screw it up as we do. Gah! Ten to one, a "pro" would not have used couplers, and done a few other things I believe was necessary. Would they even have used to right glue, or just what they had in their truck... or would they have charged me window time to go get the right stuff, or used stuff that was out of date, questionable... all charging me the same, too much. Bleh. If I want new pipes, sure, but not an open tube drain in my washroom. Even with new pipes, I would hire someone to subcontract... at liability levels with enough insurance, and enough to lose, to keep a collar on things. Ugh.
Yeah, grumpy, on this matter, a bit. All good though. It's... how it goes. Amen. I'll do one more quick look, see if I can't find real clarity, then go on to some of it. Too many fine details. Though, I think, if you struggle through? Eventually, once you get it right to a degree, you... have it. Later.
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Nope. None of the glues will work for abs, as I need them. The couplings are not threaded, just sleeved. Crap. The mailman called and said I had packages in. He'd be there to 13:00. I got... distracted. I'd like to go out, I am just not sure the stores will be open. It will be too late for the packages though. *sigh* I do my best, it just doesn't always work out. Later.
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Open until 18:00. I have time to get a shower and get going. Hey... yeah... *sigh*
Fingers ached.
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While I slept the two middle left finger bones actually ached. On the right hand it was the thumb. Not sure what I did to deserve that. Now, understand, I don't list everything I have been doing, and I have been doing much. Still, I don't know what I have done that would make digit bones hurt. Perhaps I have been doing more hand tightening than I thought, and with a two hundred to three hundred pound per inch grip, I suppose I can... really put the screws to things. I may not realize how much pressure I put on my body parts, including fingers.
Yes, sore, as a general state of being, this morning. Triceps seem to be outstanding in that area, the left bicep is in the running, as is the left (my left) kidney area... but that is topical so not the organ. I must have bumped something wrong there? The rest of the body is a dull roar of slightly milder pain. Goody. Anacin down the hatch.
If I do anything today, it will be to set up the drain in the washroom. If that works, and I still have juice, I will take a shot at the kitchen drain. It's possible. Oh, and it snowed. I should check to see if snow is on the menu, if this is a one-time thing, then whether this is wet so needs a fast removal in any case, then make a decision. If you leave wet on, you just get ice, and that is a mess. But if it is mostly fluff, and there is another inch or three coming, then... I might wait. But if it's a six inches arriving, it might be best to remove whatever, as it arrives, rather than facing two feet of the stuff at once. Ugh.
On the good side, I did get Christmas taken care of early this year. Mostly. And I have been working well. Things are changing. Alaska is looking... more and more possible. All I have, to this point, is dreams of anything else. I have seen neither hide nor hair of my quarry. Or... shouldn't it be the other way around? A bit of both anyway. Which is fine. As I wrote, the idea isn't to become a homekeeper, it is to become stronger, and functional as needed. A means to an end. Heck, even my feet are looking truly human finally. Thin, more like swimming flippers, and merely dry not scaled. I'll keep working on them though. Not sure how to get that last bit of dryness gone. Ugh.
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While I slept the two middle left finger bones actually ached. On the right hand it was the thumb. Not sure what I did to deserve that. Now, understand, I don't list everything I have been doing, and I have been doing much. Still, I don't know what I have done that would make digit bones hurt. Perhaps I have been doing more hand tightening than I thought, and with a two hundred to three hundred pound per inch grip, I suppose I can... really put the screws to things. I may not realize how much pressure I put on my body parts, including fingers.
Yes, sore, as a general state of being, this morning. Triceps seem to be outstanding in that area, the left bicep is in the running, as is the left (my left) kidney area... but that is topical so not the organ. I must have bumped something wrong there? The rest of the body is a dull roar of slightly milder pain. Goody. Anacin down the hatch.
If I do anything today, it will be to set up the drain in the washroom. If that works, and I still have juice, I will take a shot at the kitchen drain. It's possible. Oh, and it snowed. I should check to see if snow is on the menu, if this is a one-time thing, then whether this is wet so needs a fast removal in any case, then make a decision. If you leave wet on, you just get ice, and that is a mess. But if it is mostly fluff, and there is another inch or three coming, then... I might wait. But if it's a six inches arriving, it might be best to remove whatever, as it arrives, rather than facing two feet of the stuff at once. Ugh.
On the good side, I did get Christmas taken care of early this year. Mostly. And I have been working well. Things are changing. Alaska is looking... more and more possible. All I have, to this point, is dreams of anything else. I have seen neither hide nor hair of my quarry. Or... shouldn't it be the other way around? A bit of both anyway. Which is fine. As I wrote, the idea isn't to become a homekeeper, it is to become stronger, and functional as needed. A means to an end. Heck, even my feet are looking truly human finally. Thin, more like swimming flippers, and merely dry not scaled. I'll keep working on them though. Not sure how to get that last bit of dryness gone. Ugh.
Friday, December 23, 2016
No, no more tonight.
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Sure, I am slowing down. Doing less and it takes longer. Tough. All the dishes I had ready to go are done, another batch is brewing. I made it to town and found the pipe cutter and a fitting that will... should... work under the sink. It goes from real 1 1/2" pipe to that thin plastic stuff they use under the sink (aka 1 1/2" pipe, but isn't). I didn't take anything back. Not this time. Soon, maybe. In a week or two, after my rest, if I want to do it.
I also made the grocery store. I couldn't find reverse osmosis water, but they did have distilled. Extra milk, more lettuce, and some special water as well. That should last the two or three days it takes to get the piping fit, glued, and set. I will be ripping it all apart and putting it together better. This is lousy stuff to work with, and is more a wing and a prayer rather than well engineered. It is made to fail, be difficult to work with, and not fit without tricks that no one is willing to inform you regarding. It's a scam. Still, it's what I can do for now. I believe it will go together, but not without way too much effort.
As for tonight, I am done. A show, or some gaming? Perhaps a bit of something to quench the thirst and then right to bed? Brutal days behind me, just a few more working days ahead and then a solid break. I am numb. Later or good night.
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Sure, I am slowing down. Doing less and it takes longer. Tough. All the dishes I had ready to go are done, another batch is brewing. I made it to town and found the pipe cutter and a fitting that will... should... work under the sink. It goes from real 1 1/2" pipe to that thin plastic stuff they use under the sink (aka 1 1/2" pipe, but isn't). I didn't take anything back. Not this time. Soon, maybe. In a week or two, after my rest, if I want to do it.
I also made the grocery store. I couldn't find reverse osmosis water, but they did have distilled. Extra milk, more lettuce, and some special water as well. That should last the two or three days it takes to get the piping fit, glued, and set. I will be ripping it all apart and putting it together better. This is lousy stuff to work with, and is more a wing and a prayer rather than well engineered. It is made to fail, be difficult to work with, and not fit without tricks that no one is willing to inform you regarding. It's a scam. Still, it's what I can do for now. I believe it will go together, but not without way too much effort.
As for tonight, I am done. A show, or some gaming? Perhaps a bit of something to quench the thirst and then right to bed? Brutal days behind me, just a few more working days ahead and then a solid break. I am numb. Later or good night.
Maybe.
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Okay. It looks like my first shot, at the hardware store, was more correct. The problem, however, is beyond that. What I had thought was galvanized steel may actually be cast iron... or very old. Why? Because though they really are both 1 1/2", but they don't quite thread. It's just a touch off. Why? To make sure hacks don't simply connect them. Why? Because then they rust off so fast a construction company could be sued out of business. That's why, I would guess.
The flange will fit though. I will just forgo the extension. The only thing I need from the hardware store, other than returns, is the abs/foam pvc pipe cutter for 1 1/2 inch pipes. I simply do not wish to tinker with trying my hand at cutting a straight cut, with or without jigs. Even jigs have to be used correctly, and take some learning. I only have, perhaps, eleven or twelve feet of pipe. And, yet, a few bad cuts can eat that. I need some of that in for the washing machine drain and some for the size down and coupling under the sink. Is it the right stuff? It's all that I can find that fits and works... unless I wanted to completely redo the drain and other piping... So... yeah, it's the right one!
I called to make sure. Being this close to Christmas, it is difficult to know if the store hours are right. Phone message systems fail, get it wrong, aren't put in correctly. So I found an actual human with whom to speak. Though the phone was so bad it was like talking through the old fast-food mics and hearing on those old speakers. I "think" I heard that they are open and they do have the tool I am seeking. However, while there, I will probably look for a few 18 tooth per inch blades for various things. Just... in case. *sigh* Yeah, I... prefer to have options than just bad luck.
It's 16:00. I have until 21:00. I need a shower. I just do. Then on in. My goal is to have all of the pipework cut, fitted, and glued tonight. Letting it cure overnight should be enough, but I might give it two days. I will pull some water... or just buy some as I think the sink is... it would be a mess to get water at this point. I have a gallon of tea stored, but a couple gallons of water and milk would easily hold me over for a few days. I just drained all my emergency water, remember, and need to clean the containers, then refill them, before I have that extra water for these things. Ugh.
Well, I best get going. Good afternoon.
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Okay. It looks like my first shot, at the hardware store, was more correct. The problem, however, is beyond that. What I had thought was galvanized steel may actually be cast iron... or very old. Why? Because though they really are both 1 1/2", but they don't quite thread. It's just a touch off. Why? To make sure hacks don't simply connect them. Why? Because then they rust off so fast a construction company could be sued out of business. That's why, I would guess.
The flange will fit though. I will just forgo the extension. The only thing I need from the hardware store, other than returns, is the abs/foam pvc pipe cutter for 1 1/2 inch pipes. I simply do not wish to tinker with trying my hand at cutting a straight cut, with or without jigs. Even jigs have to be used correctly, and take some learning. I only have, perhaps, eleven or twelve feet of pipe. And, yet, a few bad cuts can eat that. I need some of that in for the washing machine drain and some for the size down and coupling under the sink. Is it the right stuff? It's all that I can find that fits and works... unless I wanted to completely redo the drain and other piping... So... yeah, it's the right one!
I called to make sure. Being this close to Christmas, it is difficult to know if the store hours are right. Phone message systems fail, get it wrong, aren't put in correctly. So I found an actual human with whom to speak. Though the phone was so bad it was like talking through the old fast-food mics and hearing on those old speakers. I "think" I heard that they are open and they do have the tool I am seeking. However, while there, I will probably look for a few 18 tooth per inch blades for various things. Just... in case. *sigh* Yeah, I... prefer to have options than just bad luck.
It's 16:00. I have until 21:00. I need a shower. I just do. Then on in. My goal is to have all of the pipework cut, fitted, and glued tonight. Letting it cure overnight should be enough, but I might give it two days. I will pull some water... or just buy some as I think the sink is... it would be a mess to get water at this point. I have a gallon of tea stored, but a couple gallons of water and milk would easily hold me over for a few days. I just drained all my emergency water, remember, and need to clean the containers, then refill them, before I have that extra water for these things. Ugh.
Well, I best get going. Good afternoon.
A difficult day.
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I kicked the dished out as if I was in automated mode. Quickly, easily. I've started setting up a next load, though there isn't much. Still, if I can get the last load together, washed, and all else dealt with in the next few days, then take a bit of time off from cooking and all... yeah. I think I could like that. When I go down, I may just fast.
I haven't looked at my saws and blades yet. A bit of a break first. Not because it is absolutely necessary, but because it is simply wanted and perhaps wise. After I figure out the saws, I want to size the kitchen sink again. This time more surely. Since I didn't tear into anything, I may be able to take some things back. Yeah. If I got the best method, cool. If I missed a size, or am going up to go down to go up... or I mean doing too much sizing, unnecessarily, than I would like to correct that. This time I will only have one plumbing line on my mind, so I won't be slipping a cog in the translation... probably. Yes, it is that complicated. And then, when you get there, if you have been running to get there, the mind just doesn't always want to switch gears, perhaps it can't at some points.
The tub is clear, so if I wish to go in to town yet this evening I can get a quick shower in. Ugh! Seriously... I'm burning all four ends of that candle, somehow, at this point. Oh well. I may see if there is a better abs cutting tool, or some sort of alignment attachment to keep the cuts straight, or straighter. A jig for hand or sawsall cutting? I dunno, something. But, as I mentioned, first a little break.
Later.
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I kicked the dished out as if I was in automated mode. Quickly, easily. I've started setting up a next load, though there isn't much. Still, if I can get the last load together, washed, and all else dealt with in the next few days, then take a bit of time off from cooking and all... yeah. I think I could like that. When I go down, I may just fast.
I haven't looked at my saws and blades yet. A bit of a break first. Not because it is absolutely necessary, but because it is simply wanted and perhaps wise. After I figure out the saws, I want to size the kitchen sink again. This time more surely. Since I didn't tear into anything, I may be able to take some things back. Yeah. If I got the best method, cool. If I missed a size, or am going up to go down to go up... or I mean doing too much sizing, unnecessarily, than I would like to correct that. This time I will only have one plumbing line on my mind, so I won't be slipping a cog in the translation... probably. Yes, it is that complicated. And then, when you get there, if you have been running to get there, the mind just doesn't always want to switch gears, perhaps it can't at some points.
The tub is clear, so if I wish to go in to town yet this evening I can get a quick shower in. Ugh! Seriously... I'm burning all four ends of that candle, somehow, at this point. Oh well. I may see if there is a better abs cutting tool, or some sort of alignment attachment to keep the cuts straight, or straighter. A jig for hand or sawsall cutting? I dunno, something. But, as I mentioned, first a little break.
Later.
Pain today.
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I think this is the worst I have felt since I have started collecting aches and pains this last time. And, I should think, as far back as that day, for no reason, I rolled out of bed into a hellish suffering.
Ribs, back, kidneys, biceps, quads... What doesn't hurt? I don't have a headache, or yet. And my feet! My feet don't hurt. My legs do, beside the muscle, the skin. I have stopped scrubbing the legs proper, as I think I overdid on those, and along with day and night wearing compression for a while, I think I have abraded the skin. It's a good thing, needed it, but it hurts. No, my heart actually doesn't feel stressed.
I believe all of the pain is muscle, or caused by muscle. Kidneys? Well, when you hurt, your muscles are too taught, they can compress organs, especially if you tighten muscles as a way of easing the pain either their or in another spot, or simply spasm. Yeah. My right hand doesn't hurt either, my left hand does, from spasms. You would be surprised how much I have been using my hands for washing, wrenching, grabbing and moving weighty or even light material. I am simply surprised that both hands aren't suffering.
It's actually a beautiful thing. While I did work out, at one time, it was for strength, and eventually was just done when I couldn't keep myself busy enought with real doings. Weights have their place, but... muscle wise, I always thought of them as lab created... something that looks good on paper but usually fails in the field. Climb, carry, swim, hike at speed with gear, jump, push, pull, all real time real things. Even obstacle courses are just fancier labs. Make it real, have living strength and endurance enhancement methods. Though for pure strength, even if it is lab born, nothing beats iron. imho Beautiful.
Can I keep at it? I don't know. I don't even think I took pain pills yesterday. I simply kept forgetting. I will today, first thing. Dishes. There aren't that many, at least not in the tub. A rinse, a dry, and away. Then I'll collect what else I can find, dress it fro washing, but put it in the tub dry. Next I will take a look at the drain configuration and begin assembling. I don't have the right cutter for abs... which I simply thought was a weird kind of pvc. Right. Too many things to do to get every detail. Then again, maybe only a hacksaw will do. I do have that. Maybe there isn't a pipe cutter, or they don't use them, for abs piping? Most cutters I have seen on youtube use various sorts of regular saws. I do have a sawsall, not sure I have an 18 tooth per inch saw blade? Then again, not sure I have such for my hacksaws. Bleh.
We will see. I just woke, slightly after 9:00. If I can get some painkiller action going, perhaps I can be to dishes by noon. That really won't take but maybe an hour, start to stop. I may refresh the rinse before then, and shortly really, so it will just be a drain and dry operation. Definitely under an hour. Remember, drying dishes is never just drying dishes. You have to put them up, perhaps grab new dry towels, then clean up the space, put up the tub, and... then mostly be done. A break after that, then I'll begin looking for a saw or two that might work. Barring that, I might be able to hit the sink. That piping is easier to cut. Yeah, I may end up having to go back in. But this time I should have everything down pat. Pipe sizing for the under the sink is the only pipe questions, and hacksaw and/or sawsall blades. Hey, I'm getting there.
Yeah, I just took the pills before I skipped past them as I did yesterday. I really need them today.
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I think this is the worst I have felt since I have started collecting aches and pains this last time. And, I should think, as far back as that day, for no reason, I rolled out of bed into a hellish suffering.
Ribs, back, kidneys, biceps, quads... What doesn't hurt? I don't have a headache, or yet. And my feet! My feet don't hurt. My legs do, beside the muscle, the skin. I have stopped scrubbing the legs proper, as I think I overdid on those, and along with day and night wearing compression for a while, I think I have abraded the skin. It's a good thing, needed it, but it hurts. No, my heart actually doesn't feel stressed.
I believe all of the pain is muscle, or caused by muscle. Kidneys? Well, when you hurt, your muscles are too taught, they can compress organs, especially if you tighten muscles as a way of easing the pain either their or in another spot, or simply spasm. Yeah. My right hand doesn't hurt either, my left hand does, from spasms. You would be surprised how much I have been using my hands for washing, wrenching, grabbing and moving weighty or even light material. I am simply surprised that both hands aren't suffering.
It's actually a beautiful thing. While I did work out, at one time, it was for strength, and eventually was just done when I couldn't keep myself busy enought with real doings. Weights have their place, but... muscle wise, I always thought of them as lab created... something that looks good on paper but usually fails in the field. Climb, carry, swim, hike at speed with gear, jump, push, pull, all real time real things. Even obstacle courses are just fancier labs. Make it real, have living strength and endurance enhancement methods. Though for pure strength, even if it is lab born, nothing beats iron. imho Beautiful.
Can I keep at it? I don't know. I don't even think I took pain pills yesterday. I simply kept forgetting. I will today, first thing. Dishes. There aren't that many, at least not in the tub. A rinse, a dry, and away. Then I'll collect what else I can find, dress it fro washing, but put it in the tub dry. Next I will take a look at the drain configuration and begin assembling. I don't have the right cutter for abs... which I simply thought was a weird kind of pvc. Right. Too many things to do to get every detail. Then again, maybe only a hacksaw will do. I do have that. Maybe there isn't a pipe cutter, or they don't use them, for abs piping? Most cutters I have seen on youtube use various sorts of regular saws. I do have a sawsall, not sure I have an 18 tooth per inch saw blade? Then again, not sure I have such for my hacksaws. Bleh.
We will see. I just woke, slightly after 9:00. If I can get some painkiller action going, perhaps I can be to dishes by noon. That really won't take but maybe an hour, start to stop. I may refresh the rinse before then, and shortly really, so it will just be a drain and dry operation. Definitely under an hour. Remember, drying dishes is never just drying dishes. You have to put them up, perhaps grab new dry towels, then clean up the space, put up the tub, and... then mostly be done. A break after that, then I'll begin looking for a saw or two that might work. Barring that, I might be able to hit the sink. That piping is easier to cut. Yeah, I may end up having to go back in. But this time I should have everything down pat. Pipe sizing for the under the sink is the only pipe questions, and hacksaw and/or sawsall blades. Hey, I'm getting there.
Yeah, I just took the pills before I skipped past them as I did yesterday. I really need them today.
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Well, maybe not tonight.
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I think I could. I just don't want to do more. I am doing well enough, in a way. I am getting things together, and going, moving, and all. I just don't want to push anymore today. I haven't been eating much or well, just enough. I am hungry. I can only eat just so much beef heart though, I think that is done. I did buy sourdough bread, the real stuff, today. That, sliced and heated a bit, buttered, maybe with a salad. I know, not really what I want, but what is easily available and I am all about easy tonight. Hmm, though the cheese arrived, and is much more palatable, and I have salami yet. Yeah, skip the salad, but I'll take the rest.
I might watch a show, or start in on one. Probably not much else. Hmm, oh, and I might set my medicine up. I'm slipping on that a lot, but... I keep trying. Ugh. Good night.
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I think I could. I just don't want to do more. I am doing well enough, in a way. I am getting things together, and going, moving, and all. I just don't want to push anymore today. I haven't been eating much or well, just enough. I am hungry. I can only eat just so much beef heart though, I think that is done. I did buy sourdough bread, the real stuff, today. That, sliced and heated a bit, buttered, maybe with a salad. I know, not really what I want, but what is easily available and I am all about easy tonight. Hmm, though the cheese arrived, and is much more palatable, and I have salami yet. Yeah, skip the salad, but I'll take the rest.
I might watch a show, or start in on one. Probably not much else. Hmm, oh, and I might set my medicine up. I'm slipping on that a lot, but... I keep trying. Ugh. Good night.
Yeah, but more of a trip than proposed.
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Traffic was absolute murder. Wall to wall, ten to fifteen max in town, probably forty on the highways, at least the busy part, and mostly. On the more open part people were driving slow, I think just to piss everyone off who might not have been yet. Driving ten miles under, until you go to pass, then speeding up to five over and racing you as you pass them. Merry Christmas? Really?
Never mind. I did make it in, did the exchange at the dry cleaner, letting them know it would be after the 1st... asking if that was okay. Sure enough. Next it was lunch time. I really needed food. A burger meal and a diet soda. Not my favorite way to fly, but it was just food. Calories. Not so much wanted as needed. Then to the other big-box hardware. I wasn't sure if I was wearing out the nerves at the other one. The problem was, the other one didn't have galvanized up to what I needed. Ugh. So... another run to the regular big-box.
All while traveling as if in a wagon train, when someone wasn't cutting me off or doing other dangerous or silly stuff. Praying when people came up behind me that they would, indeed, stop in time. It's ugly out there. People seem to be brutal, and mean it... or just the opposite and completely unaware of... anything? It's a spooky world when it gets like that. People, one on one, can be dealt with. But when they are in a herd, part aggressive, part unaware, tightly packed, and busy... one little spark and they can kill you and never even face up to what they did. Run you over, harm you otherwise just getting "away" even if they don't know from what... dangerous. You can't negotiate with a mob. Even, or worse(?), an unorganized one.
I made it out of town and was almost about to settle into a form of bliss to be leaving the pack, sort of. Then my mind started doing some geometry, physics, calc, and whatever else and... a shiver. The pieces weren't right. I had... in my hurry and the hustle and bustle push and shove and tight quarters lost track of some details. Just go home, I thought. But I didn't want to leave it like that. My heart hurt at the thought of leaving it as is, but it hurt at the thought going back. After a few seconds of comparing the pains, going back felt so much better even if it was going to be murder. It was, but I did.
Do I have all the right pieces? I can only say that I think I can make do. I was buying for both the washing machine drain and the kitchen sink drain, and the... various sizings, all 1 1/2 inch, were all different. Now, the black drain pvc (or whatever) is actually the same size as the galvanized steel, if the threads are probably off. But the under the sink 1 1/2 inch (by the labels, as with the others) is more like a little less than an 1 inch to 1 1/4? I... bought enough pieces and parts to build up and down to the parts I had... I think. Ugh. The checking, juggling, getting things cut, figuring fit, and doing that for multiple sizes and a coupler was... exhausting. As I said, I THINK I have everything. Assuming... much. Even with fitting to compare, it... just doesn't always make sense.
I am thinking hardware stores are set up, in some of these things, to discourage diy. They want you to pay someone else to do it. Government approves this, because they want everything standard. It's... they mean to cause problems and not be so helpful. For me, it isn't even about the money. It's about not being so beholden to those with only their self interest at hand. I would probably, on top of it, pay $150 to $300 for someone to put in less than $30 in parts, and possibly not even put them in correctly at that. They really do price themselves out, and take advantage of certain ones more than others. I guess they get used to that, working for companies and unions who don't care?
I had a bit of heart when I returned home, a glass of milk too. I'll let that digest and get to what I can yet tonight. I did install the nib, and the pipe length, in the wash room for the drain before I went to town, and finished half of the dishes fully dried and put up this morning, so I'm doing okay. I certainly hope the coupling, elbows, p-trap, and such just fly together. I did use tape on the galvanized, and have glue for pvc (etc) that is good for high pressure, and high to low temps. I was afraid the normal stuff wouldn't do, being that I run a pretty hot water temp. Damn it, I mean things!
If it goes together, I might be able to have it fully fitted, kitted, glued, and placed in short order. It's not hard work. And with the glue, it doesn't even require tightening. I may check some things regarding the kitchen drain yet tonight, but I don't think I'll try to put that together today. I want to be fresh for that. I was thinking appliances first, but not so much. I need that to drain. Not that I wash in there yet, but I do get my reverse osmosis water through that, and the overflow has to go somewhere. Daily tea and water, up to three gallons, means a pretty decent dump. I am drinking less these days, but still, even at a gallon or and an half, that's a lot of dumping. Plus, that is my cooking water. And, yes, it does make a huge difference.
I'm not sure how long it takes the glued to cure. That is the last thing I need to check. First a rest, and some digestion time. Good evening and later.
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Traffic was absolute murder. Wall to wall, ten to fifteen max in town, probably forty on the highways, at least the busy part, and mostly. On the more open part people were driving slow, I think just to piss everyone off who might not have been yet. Driving ten miles under, until you go to pass, then speeding up to five over and racing you as you pass them. Merry Christmas? Really?
Never mind. I did make it in, did the exchange at the dry cleaner, letting them know it would be after the 1st... asking if that was okay. Sure enough. Next it was lunch time. I really needed food. A burger meal and a diet soda. Not my favorite way to fly, but it was just food. Calories. Not so much wanted as needed. Then to the other big-box hardware. I wasn't sure if I was wearing out the nerves at the other one. The problem was, the other one didn't have galvanized up to what I needed. Ugh. So... another run to the regular big-box.
All while traveling as if in a wagon train, when someone wasn't cutting me off or doing other dangerous or silly stuff. Praying when people came up behind me that they would, indeed, stop in time. It's ugly out there. People seem to be brutal, and mean it... or just the opposite and completely unaware of... anything? It's a spooky world when it gets like that. People, one on one, can be dealt with. But when they are in a herd, part aggressive, part unaware, tightly packed, and busy... one little spark and they can kill you and never even face up to what they did. Run you over, harm you otherwise just getting "away" even if they don't know from what... dangerous. You can't negotiate with a mob. Even, or worse(?), an unorganized one.
I made it out of town and was almost about to settle into a form of bliss to be leaving the pack, sort of. Then my mind started doing some geometry, physics, calc, and whatever else and... a shiver. The pieces weren't right. I had... in my hurry and the hustle and bustle push and shove and tight quarters lost track of some details. Just go home, I thought. But I didn't want to leave it like that. My heart hurt at the thought of leaving it as is, but it hurt at the thought going back. After a few seconds of comparing the pains, going back felt so much better even if it was going to be murder. It was, but I did.
Do I have all the right pieces? I can only say that I think I can make do. I was buying for both the washing machine drain and the kitchen sink drain, and the... various sizings, all 1 1/2 inch, were all different. Now, the black drain pvc (or whatever) is actually the same size as the galvanized steel, if the threads are probably off. But the under the sink 1 1/2 inch (by the labels, as with the others) is more like a little less than an 1 inch to 1 1/4? I... bought enough pieces and parts to build up and down to the parts I had... I think. Ugh. The checking, juggling, getting things cut, figuring fit, and doing that for multiple sizes and a coupler was... exhausting. As I said, I THINK I have everything. Assuming... much. Even with fitting to compare, it... just doesn't always make sense.
I am thinking hardware stores are set up, in some of these things, to discourage diy. They want you to pay someone else to do it. Government approves this, because they want everything standard. It's... they mean to cause problems and not be so helpful. For me, it isn't even about the money. It's about not being so beholden to those with only their self interest at hand. I would probably, on top of it, pay $150 to $300 for someone to put in less than $30 in parts, and possibly not even put them in correctly at that. They really do price themselves out, and take advantage of certain ones more than others. I guess they get used to that, working for companies and unions who don't care?
I had a bit of heart when I returned home, a glass of milk too. I'll let that digest and get to what I can yet tonight. I did install the nib, and the pipe length, in the wash room for the drain before I went to town, and finished half of the dishes fully dried and put up this morning, so I'm doing okay. I certainly hope the coupling, elbows, p-trap, and such just fly together. I did use tape on the galvanized, and have glue for pvc (etc) that is good for high pressure, and high to low temps. I was afraid the normal stuff wouldn't do, being that I run a pretty hot water temp. Damn it, I mean things!
If it goes together, I might be able to have it fully fitted, kitted, glued, and placed in short order. It's not hard work. And with the glue, it doesn't even require tightening. I may check some things regarding the kitchen drain yet tonight, but I don't think I'll try to put that together today. I want to be fresh for that. I was thinking appliances first, but not so much. I need that to drain. Not that I wash in there yet, but I do get my reverse osmosis water through that, and the overflow has to go somewhere. Daily tea and water, up to three gallons, means a pretty decent dump. I am drinking less these days, but still, even at a gallon or and an half, that's a lot of dumping. Plus, that is my cooking water. And, yes, it does make a huge difference.
I'm not sure how long it takes the glued to cure. That is the last thing I need to check. First a rest, and some digestion time. Good evening and later.
Ding!
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The first course was served as per itinerary. A minor void in time overlapped by function, and then the next course should be served. As an addition, I am taking half a dozen shirts in to be starched. This is a bit of a test. I will be seeing if they leave a starchy residue. It doesn't show up on whites, but on ecru, blue, gray heather, and others, it shows up heavily. It is the acid test to see if this is where I will be taking my dry cleaning henceforth. I won't be picking them up until next year. *grins* I will let them know. I just want them ready. I will probably, between now and then, find a case for over them, doubling dust resistance. I hope.
My next task here at home is to fit what of the washer plumbing will go, roughly measuring some other things, then roughly measuring what I might need under the sink. Ugh... Still, if the problem was the harsh elbow and metal to pvc under there, I may end up not needing a plumber. If I can get most of that buttoned up, and glued with the right stuff, I'll be in good shape. I will then see about some things, and whether I really still need a plumber or not.
In town? The dry cleaning shop and the hardware store, maybe something to eat. Yeah. I don't know what I want to eat, or where. Somewhere different. Probably after dropping off the shirts. Oh, I have a pair of jeans that needs a new zipper. It'll probably cost half the price of jeans (Cabela's are rather well priced, and long lasting), but there is shipping too. Still, I won't waste a perfectly good pair of jeans.
I have high hopes for the day. I think I can get it all going. I truly hope to have the washing machine working, and maybe leveled, tonight, and a few loads through. Then on to leveling the other appliances tomorrow, and then the sink in there. Plus sorting dishes and laundry for a last push on those before going down for a bit of an extended break. Then back to ripping and cleaning the bedroom. I should be on break during Christmas. If I can... make sense of what day it is and all, and what's what, I might have to head in. Though... it might not be possible. I don't have, always, the gift of choice. Later.
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The first course was served as per itinerary. A minor void in time overlapped by function, and then the next course should be served. As an addition, I am taking half a dozen shirts in to be starched. This is a bit of a test. I will be seeing if they leave a starchy residue. It doesn't show up on whites, but on ecru, blue, gray heather, and others, it shows up heavily. It is the acid test to see if this is where I will be taking my dry cleaning henceforth. I won't be picking them up until next year. *grins* I will let them know. I just want them ready. I will probably, between now and then, find a case for over them, doubling dust resistance. I hope.
My next task here at home is to fit what of the washer plumbing will go, roughly measuring some other things, then roughly measuring what I might need under the sink. Ugh... Still, if the problem was the harsh elbow and metal to pvc under there, I may end up not needing a plumber. If I can get most of that buttoned up, and glued with the right stuff, I'll be in good shape. I will then see about some things, and whether I really still need a plumber or not.
In town? The dry cleaning shop and the hardware store, maybe something to eat. Yeah. I don't know what I want to eat, or where. Somewhere different. Probably after dropping off the shirts. Oh, I have a pair of jeans that needs a new zipper. It'll probably cost half the price of jeans (Cabela's are rather well priced, and long lasting), but there is shipping too. Still, I won't waste a perfectly good pair of jeans.
I have high hopes for the day. I think I can get it all going. I truly hope to have the washing machine working, and maybe leveled, tonight, and a few loads through. Then on to leveling the other appliances tomorrow, and then the sink in there. Plus sorting dishes and laundry for a last push on those before going down for a bit of an extended break. Then back to ripping and cleaning the bedroom. I should be on break during Christmas. If I can... make sense of what day it is and all, and what's what, I might have to head in. Though... it might not be possible. I don't have, always, the gift of choice. Later.
Just about time.
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To work that is. I am looking forward to it, hoping to get a lot of it done. Dishes, a shower, grooming and dressing, and to the post office by noon? I'll have to hustle some shuffle. But I think so.
My feet are becoming human again. No longer thickly scaled. No moisturizer worked. I'm not sure, but I think moisturizers actually made it worse. If nothing else, they simply didn't help. Moisturizing soap, pretty much, did nothing, at best, either. What helped was that scrub brush... and keeping excess water from collecting. I have nearly human looking feet again.
Much of what I am doing goes unnoticed. It isn't just doing more, it is doing what I do smarter and with direction. For example, I bought, set up, and am using a clothes tree. That keeps clothes I think I can wear again at the ready, lets them air out hanging, and then keeps them off the floor, bed, and anywhere else. The hamper is where they go if they need a wash, and when I wash, I go from clean to folded or hung and put away. No compromise. Now, I am doing this with many things. It actually slows me down, in some ways. But these things are springboards.
Sure, I get stuck from time to time. I just don't stay stuck. Even if I can only move one small part this time, another part that time, eventually it all just happens, and much sooner than ever before. My goal, to be honest, isn't to become a homemaker, it is to become functional. With where I am and what I have, one just happens to be the other for the moment. You really have to start with the basics. If I can achieve these, then there is a chance I can move on to other things.
I am doing much more, recently, that what can be expressed here. Just living more... cleanly, accurately, precisely, in an intentioned manner... it is happening and working. It is getting somewhere. I have much left to do, even before the break. But I am doing well, and not falling behind too far or for too long to be ready to move even further ahead in time. My question is whether I should go back to cracking the main bedroom or hit the living room, after the appliances are fixed and a rest is taken? Yeah, I'm thinking bedroom. I miss the pure raw winter cold of my main bedroom.
Anyway, on to dishes. I'll be using kneepads today. I can rip through the dishes down there better, faster, when kneeling than when seated. It takes a lot more out of me, but time is the more precious commodity, today, I think. Good morning and day.
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To work that is. I am looking forward to it, hoping to get a lot of it done. Dishes, a shower, grooming and dressing, and to the post office by noon? I'll have to hustle some shuffle. But I think so.
My feet are becoming human again. No longer thickly scaled. No moisturizer worked. I'm not sure, but I think moisturizers actually made it worse. If nothing else, they simply didn't help. Moisturizing soap, pretty much, did nothing, at best, either. What helped was that scrub brush... and keeping excess water from collecting. I have nearly human looking feet again.
Much of what I am doing goes unnoticed. It isn't just doing more, it is doing what I do smarter and with direction. For example, I bought, set up, and am using a clothes tree. That keeps clothes I think I can wear again at the ready, lets them air out hanging, and then keeps them off the floor, bed, and anywhere else. The hamper is where they go if they need a wash, and when I wash, I go from clean to folded or hung and put away. No compromise. Now, I am doing this with many things. It actually slows me down, in some ways. But these things are springboards.
Sure, I get stuck from time to time. I just don't stay stuck. Even if I can only move one small part this time, another part that time, eventually it all just happens, and much sooner than ever before. My goal, to be honest, isn't to become a homemaker, it is to become functional. With where I am and what I have, one just happens to be the other for the moment. You really have to start with the basics. If I can achieve these, then there is a chance I can move on to other things.
I am doing much more, recently, that what can be expressed here. Just living more... cleanly, accurately, precisely, in an intentioned manner... it is happening and working. It is getting somewhere. I have much left to do, even before the break. But I am doing well, and not falling behind too far or for too long to be ready to move even further ahead in time. My question is whether I should go back to cracking the main bedroom or hit the living room, after the appliances are fixed and a rest is taken? Yeah, I'm thinking bedroom. I miss the pure raw winter cold of my main bedroom.
Anyway, on to dishes. I'll be using kneepads today. I can rip through the dishes down there better, faster, when kneeling than when seated. It takes a lot more out of me, but time is the more precious commodity, today, I think. Good morning and day.
Yeah, well. A day down.
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I didn't hurt, mostly. But my body had become like drying concrete. Under the skin, nothing was moving well or quickly. I was tired, too. Of flesh and body. I didn't do much and remember less. Rested, in simple ways, and more deeply than simply sitting if not quite so deep as truly sleeping. All good. I am ready for today.
The goal is, at 10:00, in an hour give or take, to hit the dishes at least enough to pull their small tub out, get a shower, then put them back for a hot rinse (or another soapy soak if they really need it), get to the post office, get back and set up the drain piping to where things make sense and I can make final measures and fitting suggestions, then head into town for the last of the parts. Yeah. Oh, and parts for under the sink. If I can zip that up I will wrap it up. And, by the way, I realize, now, why that will never fit as is, beside the elbow... it's the pvc to mettle fitting problem all over again. I just, I mean just now, realized that. I will finally get that fixed, then truly glue in the parts and bits right. Ugh!
The goal is to get all that back, get the laundry room set up, piping wise, then hit at least one of those appliances as to leveling, maybe both. Starting with the washer if I have good juice, or if I am fading too quickly, just hitting the dryer. In either case, I might be able to do a load of laundry or two. Small loads. Just... to see a cold cold and delicate and wool cycle go through. Yeah, I want to be sure this works this time.
I might fall, but I will get back up when I can. I am pushing. I am doing well. Not everything I am doing is showing up on the radar. In time it will make sense, more so if I can catch up in the whole house, which I am at, about, 50% now. Oh, a note. If you go from lessor lighting to full spectrum? Understand, you will notice every imperfection, flaw, bump, bruise, smudge, and piece of dirt in an area. What had been... a little weather turned into Mordor. Ugh. Still, that will either get changed out or I'll have to, eventually, pick up the pace. Which, I think, is exactly why kitchens and bathrooms often have full spectrum lighting. The most important places to keep clean. It might even help to keep it clean? Kill bad things? Dunno, just... if you go that way, be forewarned.
Later.
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I didn't hurt, mostly. But my body had become like drying concrete. Under the skin, nothing was moving well or quickly. I was tired, too. Of flesh and body. I didn't do much and remember less. Rested, in simple ways, and more deeply than simply sitting if not quite so deep as truly sleeping. All good. I am ready for today.
The goal is, at 10:00, in an hour give or take, to hit the dishes at least enough to pull their small tub out, get a shower, then put them back for a hot rinse (or another soapy soak if they really need it), get to the post office, get back and set up the drain piping to where things make sense and I can make final measures and fitting suggestions, then head into town for the last of the parts. Yeah. Oh, and parts for under the sink. If I can zip that up I will wrap it up. And, by the way, I realize, now, why that will never fit as is, beside the elbow... it's the pvc to mettle fitting problem all over again. I just, I mean just now, realized that. I will finally get that fixed, then truly glue in the parts and bits right. Ugh!
The goal is to get all that back, get the laundry room set up, piping wise, then hit at least one of those appliances as to leveling, maybe both. Starting with the washer if I have good juice, or if I am fading too quickly, just hitting the dryer. In either case, I might be able to do a load of laundry or two. Small loads. Just... to see a cold cold and delicate and wool cycle go through. Yeah, I want to be sure this works this time.
I might fall, but I will get back up when I can. I am pushing. I am doing well. Not everything I am doing is showing up on the radar. In time it will make sense, more so if I can catch up in the whole house, which I am at, about, 50% now. Oh, a note. If you go from lessor lighting to full spectrum? Understand, you will notice every imperfection, flaw, bump, bruise, smudge, and piece of dirt in an area. What had been... a little weather turned into Mordor. Ugh. Still, that will either get changed out or I'll have to, eventually, pick up the pace. Which, I think, is exactly why kitchens and bathrooms often have full spectrum lighting. The most important places to keep clean. It might even help to keep it clean? Kill bad things? Dunno, just... if you go that way, be forewarned.
Later.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Heart really isn't too bad.
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The texture might throw some people. If I think the idea is what really gets most. Funny thing? They will eat bologna, hot dogs, canned and packaged stuff, and at restaurants, elsewhere, without even asking what is in the food, yet balk at eating something more obvious. Their way seems more strange to me. Heck, for all they know, they could be eating human beings. They would have no way of knowing without seeing what goes in their food. And, yeah, I think in some parts of the world, and economy, such is happening. Less so in America, but globalism is trying to fix that.
I did go, generally, with the recommendations for this new pressure cooker. The other one takes a lot more water. I suspect, however, the flange is ruptured in that one, if I couldn't find a place. After this turning out perfectly, I am sure the other one's flange is busted. I have replacements, so I'll change it out. It is good to know, thought, that pressure cookers do work, mostly normally, at this elevation and arid environment. I wonder if my stove will work better, being brand new, as well. Time will tell, if the way the potatoes baked gives me some hope.
Oh... and yeah, I wrapped the rack in foil. I think it was good to have a stove, of my own, that was used, for the first time. Then, when I bought the new one, I have learned from the old one and want to take care of this new one. Earning your bones, so to say. Start with lesser and work your way up by proving to can manage the lessor... well... and learn on the lessor item. Tis good.
A nap, most likely. I don't know what or when anything else might or might not happen. Oh, and while I keep delaying taking pain pills, I think it's time, and fair enough. Yeah, doc knows I hate pills. I doubt if he knows how much... unless he is as lousy a patient as I am. *grins* Still... there comes a time. It is time. Later.
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The texture might throw some people. If I think the idea is what really gets most. Funny thing? They will eat bologna, hot dogs, canned and packaged stuff, and at restaurants, elsewhere, without even asking what is in the food, yet balk at eating something more obvious. Their way seems more strange to me. Heck, for all they know, they could be eating human beings. They would have no way of knowing without seeing what goes in their food. And, yeah, I think in some parts of the world, and economy, such is happening. Less so in America, but globalism is trying to fix that.
I did go, generally, with the recommendations for this new pressure cooker. The other one takes a lot more water. I suspect, however, the flange is ruptured in that one, if I couldn't find a place. After this turning out perfectly, I am sure the other one's flange is busted. I have replacements, so I'll change it out. It is good to know, thought, that pressure cookers do work, mostly normally, at this elevation and arid environment. I wonder if my stove will work better, being brand new, as well. Time will tell, if the way the potatoes baked gives me some hope.
Oh... and yeah, I wrapped the rack in foil. I think it was good to have a stove, of my own, that was used, for the first time. Then, when I bought the new one, I have learned from the old one and want to take care of this new one. Earning your bones, so to say. Start with lesser and work your way up by proving to can manage the lessor... well... and learn on the lessor item. Tis good.
A nap, most likely. I don't know what or when anything else might or might not happen. Oh, and while I keep delaying taking pain pills, I think it's time, and fair enough. Yeah, doc knows I hate pills. I doubt if he knows how much... unless he is as lousy a patient as I am. *grins* Still... there comes a time. It is time. Later.
A lot of things hurt.
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It isn't everything anymore. Just almost everything. I don't know if I missed hammering on certain parts or if they buffed up well enough already. Beyond the pain, with is milder compared to the worst I have seen recently, there is a tightness as if my skin and some muscle have become metal. All good. I'm down for more, if at a slower pace.
I was wise to let the sun do it's things. Everything looks to have cleared off. While I have started in on work yet today, I have been cooking or otherwise prepping food. Shortly the beef heart, cabbage, and onion should be done. I baked a few potatoes in there as well. It's been a while since I have had potatoes at home. Oh, and something I am doing with my sour cream is, once it is open, adding one to three table spoons of kefir, letting it sit at room temp until that gets going a bit, then using that instead of pure sour cream. Why? It breaks down the carbs, reducing the sugars, adding a sharper flavor, helping the sour cream last longer, while adding enzymes and other such that are good for the stomach. I'm not sure how much I believe all these things, but I like the results I have been met with so far. It sure makes the sour cream creamier, too.
If you do kefir, you might find yourself outnumbered. If you have done kefir, you know exactly what I mean. Beside realizing you have to toss some of it, it is also good to see how else you can use it. Beside adding it to sour cream, I add it quite often to yogurt, of course milk and whole cream (and a mix... working to get the consistency I like), and then just eating it. It would be great if you liked smoothies, which... I really just don't.
I'll hit the dishes after the meal and time to digest, perhaps even a nap. Then I'll hit the drain. After that I will just have to see what I can see. I truly would love to balance the washing machine and get in to town for the last of the parts... and finish that whole portion yet today. We will see. Hmm... yeah, maybe more painkillers. I have been skipping those as often and long as I can. Even if heavy use is short term, I don't... I need to suffer. I need the pain almost as much as I sometimes need the release from it... actually I need the pain more. Not an addict, just a part of my flow chart system.
I think it is those who are addicted to, or the thought of, comfort who have it bad. I can live without pain, or burrow through it... if I can stand. They... can't. Amen.
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It isn't everything anymore. Just almost everything. I don't know if I missed hammering on certain parts or if they buffed up well enough already. Beyond the pain, with is milder compared to the worst I have seen recently, there is a tightness as if my skin and some muscle have become metal. All good. I'm down for more, if at a slower pace.
I was wise to let the sun do it's things. Everything looks to have cleared off. While I have started in on work yet today, I have been cooking or otherwise prepping food. Shortly the beef heart, cabbage, and onion should be done. I baked a few potatoes in there as well. It's been a while since I have had potatoes at home. Oh, and something I am doing with my sour cream is, once it is open, adding one to three table spoons of kefir, letting it sit at room temp until that gets going a bit, then using that instead of pure sour cream. Why? It breaks down the carbs, reducing the sugars, adding a sharper flavor, helping the sour cream last longer, while adding enzymes and other such that are good for the stomach. I'm not sure how much I believe all these things, but I like the results I have been met with so far. It sure makes the sour cream creamier, too.
If you do kefir, you might find yourself outnumbered. If you have done kefir, you know exactly what I mean. Beside realizing you have to toss some of it, it is also good to see how else you can use it. Beside adding it to sour cream, I add it quite often to yogurt, of course milk and whole cream (and a mix... working to get the consistency I like), and then just eating it. It would be great if you liked smoothies, which... I really just don't.
I'll hit the dishes after the meal and time to digest, perhaps even a nap. Then I'll hit the drain. After that I will just have to see what I can see. I truly would love to balance the washing machine and get in to town for the last of the parts... and finish that whole portion yet today. We will see. Hmm... yeah, maybe more painkillers. I have been skipping those as often and long as I can. Even if heavy use is short term, I don't... I need to suffer. I need the pain almost as much as I sometimes need the release from it... actually I need the pain more. Not an addict, just a part of my flow chart system.
I think it is those who are addicted to, or the thought of, comfort who have it bad. I can live without pain, or burrow through it... if I can stand. They... can't. Amen.
It always ends in a point.
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An exclamation point. Even if it takes forever in the dry, arid, dusty eons of seeming nothingness.
From any group, a few stand out. When those few are collected into a large enough pool, another group of those will stand out. On it goes until they find Shiva. And, in time, Shiva finds God. And when that happens, all bets are off. Hmm, or does Shiva find them, and God find Shiva. Murky, and God, benevolent as hell mind you, is trickier than all. In a goodly manner.
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An exclamation point. Even if it takes forever in the dry, arid, dusty eons of seeming nothingness.
From any group, a few stand out. When those few are collected into a large enough pool, another group of those will stand out. On it goes until they find Shiva. And, in time, Shiva finds God. And when that happens, all bets are off. Hmm, or does Shiva find them, and God find Shiva. Murky, and God, benevolent as hell mind you, is trickier than all. In a goodly manner.
Awake, and just a bit tight.
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I set the alarm for 6:00. Going to bed at about 22:30, I thought that might be possible. I was awake too long, and did too much, however. Rather than fighting with the alarm and probably losing worse on top of waking later and in no condition to do anything, I just turned off the alarm, went back to sleep, and woke when I could. Right at 9:00, as it turns out. Good enough.
It looks like it snowed. Just the tiniest of amounts though. Just enough to mat into a lattice, perhaps a tenth of an inch? An eighth? Just enough to annoy. Which probably means sweeping, which... is actually harder than shoveling... though maybe with so little snow? I'll find out soon enough. While I have no plan to go to town today, I will clear it off just... to keep on top of things.
The dishes were set up last night. I think they are rather clean, from the first wash. Still, I'll hit them again and see if I am satisfied. It would be nice to have them done more quickly, but I hate greasy dishes. I will probably do these before I hit the snow. I'd like to see if the sun will work the snow a bit. After this, or maybe then after this and the snow, then I begin work on the drain. It may or may not work as I had hoped. More parts? Maybe. I may need to take the length that comes straight out of the wall and loop it back to be closer to the wall again. Why? Because otherwise the washer would have to be sideways back there, or stick out from the wall a large bit. And while their is room for either, they don't conform to my notions of how things should be, look, and perform! So, no! Which is fine. That will be an extremely easy fix as it will be on the pvc section, which would just take a fitting or three, as I have enough drain pipe to do... anything I need.
However far that goes, I should be able to, roughly but surely enough, figure out where the washing machine will go. At which point, regardless of how else things work, I can level the device... Urhm, if I can level the device. The question is whether I really can do it solo, and whether, if I can do it solo, if I can do it solo today. I am stretched, as to physical strength and endurance. And I will have cleaned off the snow and done a pile of dishes while hunched over, plus tinkered with the drain, before I get to it. So... maybe. If I can't seem to today, I may attempt to level the dryer instead. It is a lighter device by far.
Yes, Peawee, I'm working on it. Gotta deal with reality, a body that has been in moth balls more than half of it's time here, and all else. I'm doing alright, all said. And I don't think there is a problem breaking on through to the other side. I wasn't just called to faith. Or, maybe I should clarify a call to faith. Such a call is a call to action. Contemplation, without action, save in special situations, is not right. For most, action is as essential as contemplation... when viable in either instance... suffering for the loss of the other is sometimes a price that must be paid due to the vagaries of a fallen world is all. Anyway, thus, finally, I am back to action.
Hmm... seems a package is in at the post, too. I may try to get going and get that today while I am at it. Ugh. Oh, and I should fix something to eat. Beef heart with cabbage, in a pressure cooker? Maybe. This time I was able to get nearly a whole heart, not just a tiny slab! That stuff is good, boys and girls! YUM! Later.
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I set the alarm for 6:00. Going to bed at about 22:30, I thought that might be possible. I was awake too long, and did too much, however. Rather than fighting with the alarm and probably losing worse on top of waking later and in no condition to do anything, I just turned off the alarm, went back to sleep, and woke when I could. Right at 9:00, as it turns out. Good enough.
It looks like it snowed. Just the tiniest of amounts though. Just enough to mat into a lattice, perhaps a tenth of an inch? An eighth? Just enough to annoy. Which probably means sweeping, which... is actually harder than shoveling... though maybe with so little snow? I'll find out soon enough. While I have no plan to go to town today, I will clear it off just... to keep on top of things.
The dishes were set up last night. I think they are rather clean, from the first wash. Still, I'll hit them again and see if I am satisfied. It would be nice to have them done more quickly, but I hate greasy dishes. I will probably do these before I hit the snow. I'd like to see if the sun will work the snow a bit. After this, or maybe then after this and the snow, then I begin work on the drain. It may or may not work as I had hoped. More parts? Maybe. I may need to take the length that comes straight out of the wall and loop it back to be closer to the wall again. Why? Because otherwise the washer would have to be sideways back there, or stick out from the wall a large bit. And while their is room for either, they don't conform to my notions of how things should be, look, and perform! So, no! Which is fine. That will be an extremely easy fix as it will be on the pvc section, which would just take a fitting or three, as I have enough drain pipe to do... anything I need.
However far that goes, I should be able to, roughly but surely enough, figure out where the washing machine will go. At which point, regardless of how else things work, I can level the device... Urhm, if I can level the device. The question is whether I really can do it solo, and whether, if I can do it solo, if I can do it solo today. I am stretched, as to physical strength and endurance. And I will have cleaned off the snow and done a pile of dishes while hunched over, plus tinkered with the drain, before I get to it. So... maybe. If I can't seem to today, I may attempt to level the dryer instead. It is a lighter device by far.
Yes, Peawee, I'm working on it. Gotta deal with reality, a body that has been in moth balls more than half of it's time here, and all else. I'm doing alright, all said. And I don't think there is a problem breaking on through to the other side. I wasn't just called to faith. Or, maybe I should clarify a call to faith. Such a call is a call to action. Contemplation, without action, save in special situations, is not right. For most, action is as essential as contemplation... when viable in either instance... suffering for the loss of the other is sometimes a price that must be paid due to the vagaries of a fallen world is all. Anyway, thus, finally, I am back to action.
Hmm... seems a package is in at the post, too. I may try to get going and get that today while I am at it. Ugh. Oh, and I should fix something to eat. Beef heart with cabbage, in a pressure cooker? Maybe. This time I was able to get nearly a whole heart, not just a tiny slab! That stuff is good, boys and girls! YUM! Later.
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Hmm? Yeah, probably not.
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Supper arrived. Lobster rolls. I eat lobster so rarely I was never willing to risk making such. What if I didn't like it? And, beside, ...gone... Shells wouldn't work. Thankfully there are adults with clearer minds around this time. Oh my word was that delicious. And, doing it that way really stretches that prime scarce meat. I... do live, and learn, if just as often accidentally as purposefully. So it has always been, and always will be, I suspect even in heaven.
I did set the dishes up. There is no way I can plow through them yet tonight though. I am done. I won't be cleaning the romaine hearts, I froze some of the meat... chicken. I found chickens I felt more confident in purchasing, got a pair, and with one I hope to make stock and pull some meat for soup. Yeah, it's getting that time of year. I had hoped to pull a duck, and get one going for Christmas. I just can't quite swing that much work. With chicken I can make a plain stock and simple soup, something I just wouldn't want to do with a duck. Perhaps, once I get the appliances leveled, I'll have duck.
I asked my neighbor about help. He agreed, but then he has a hard time saying no. I want to try to do the things myself. Only if I really can't will I arrange for help.
Tomorrow? A light day. I am hoping to kick out the dishes, to make room for showering over the next several down days... then attempt assembling the drain... and if those go well, then possibly, leveling the washing machine. Anything else I might do, workwise, would be to begin washing small batches of clothes. I have one piece of business to attend tomorrow. The mortgage needs to be sorted out, again and finally. If they are going to steel my home for overcharges and such, which I refuse to pay anymore after they refuse to let my band autopay and then they refuse to sent automatic patyment forms.... Their stealing not just from me, but from the government (you), as it is a VA loan (sort of) and it is guaranteed by .gov. I wonder if this is a going away gift from Zero to some of his cronies, and another plug against vets. It sure looks like it. I won't give them a plug nickle more until they send me two forms, with post-it notes simplifying my effort. One to complete and send in, the other for when they try to screw it over and not allow the first copy to pass for some reason, so I can easily fix their mistake and resend.
Not bad, people. Not bad. I am tired. I'm not sore, yet or now. Ugh. I am getting there. Later.
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Supper arrived. Lobster rolls. I eat lobster so rarely I was never willing to risk making such. What if I didn't like it? And, beside, ...gone... Shells wouldn't work. Thankfully there are adults with clearer minds around this time. Oh my word was that delicious. And, doing it that way really stretches that prime scarce meat. I... do live, and learn, if just as often accidentally as purposefully. So it has always been, and always will be, I suspect even in heaven.
I did set the dishes up. There is no way I can plow through them yet tonight though. I am done. I won't be cleaning the romaine hearts, I froze some of the meat... chicken. I found chickens I felt more confident in purchasing, got a pair, and with one I hope to make stock and pull some meat for soup. Yeah, it's getting that time of year. I had hoped to pull a duck, and get one going for Christmas. I just can't quite swing that much work. With chicken I can make a plain stock and simple soup, something I just wouldn't want to do with a duck. Perhaps, once I get the appliances leveled, I'll have duck.
I asked my neighbor about help. He agreed, but then he has a hard time saying no. I want to try to do the things myself. Only if I really can't will I arrange for help.
Tomorrow? A light day. I am hoping to kick out the dishes, to make room for showering over the next several down days... then attempt assembling the drain... and if those go well, then possibly, leveling the washing machine. Anything else I might do, workwise, would be to begin washing small batches of clothes. I have one piece of business to attend tomorrow. The mortgage needs to be sorted out, again and finally. If they are going to steel my home for overcharges and such, which I refuse to pay anymore after they refuse to let my band autopay and then they refuse to sent automatic patyment forms.... Their stealing not just from me, but from the government (you), as it is a VA loan (sort of) and it is guaranteed by .gov. I wonder if this is a going away gift from Zero to some of his cronies, and another plug against vets. It sure looks like it. I won't give them a plug nickle more until they send me two forms, with post-it notes simplifying my effort. One to complete and send in, the other for when they try to screw it over and not allow the first copy to pass for some reason, so I can easily fix their mistake and resend.
Not bad, people. Not bad. I am tired. I'm not sore, yet or now. Ugh. I am getting there. Later.
Every bit of it, and change.
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I wasn't sure. I got to town at 14:30, 15:30? Somewhere in there. The auto's clock is set an half hour fast. I can't remember if I saw it, the exact time I did see, or... anything. Pushing, you know. It tends to muddle. In any case, my well laid out plan of attack fell apart. Nothing horrible, just the suggested route did not take into account that some shops close earlier. Returning packages ended up being first. I came in on the wrong side of town, so had to wade through traffic. Loverly when time is ticking and surety isn't to be had. Then to recycling. I should have, after delivering the packages, gone on to the dry cleaner but I didn't so shut up and things. So, I had to run back to the dry cleaner, since I didn't know when they closed. When I got there, from glomming on gum all morning, and no food, I nearly became ill. So many things on the mind too. A brief pause, some fresh air, a cool quiet place to lean over just in case, and it passed. But dinner had to be next.
And so it was. In, ate, out. That is part of why I didn't just not mind missing the noon deadline to be out of the house, I crafted it once all was considered. I prefer tables. Booths and the counter seats are simply too small. And, sometimes, it's nice to eat when it is quieter. Sometimes the hubbub is cool, sometimes, like today, with so much on my mind and plate, quiet just seemed better.
Then I hit the pharmacy, hardware store, grocery store, and got gas on the way out. Brother was I tired. Still, I stopped for mail on my way through town. Everything is in, groceries are put up, I cleaned the cover for the kitchen light then installed the tubes... all good. I really am tired. Dinner is on the way. After it, and a rest, I am honestly hoping to kick out the last of the dishes. Just a good wash. I'll have to see if that is enough. If so I may rinse and... handle what of them I can before I crash done and finished. Meh.
I am trying to automate things. I believe, beside the chore sticks, I may have certain days for certain things. Like Saturdays for laundry, Friday for sure dishes catch up if needed. Monday linen changes and maybe such and so like that, with random chore sticks to keep the small things in the equation. Yeah, sure, I don't have everything caught up yet, but I might be able to work things into the routine as I go, and catch up on top of things. I also checked on the cost for starching shirts... ~$2.50 give or take $.50. I still want to try a few, but I think, mostly, I will take my shirts in next month and have them ready. I'm tired of always being behind the ball. Health is a real reason, but I don't care! I... want to be seen as a grown up, if it kills me. Which it won't.
I am beginning to feel a little special. Not because I am doing the impossible, but because I am simply doing. And I am still alive, inside, through it. I'll take that. It's all I have to give, but it's up for the lowest bidder. Yeah, it's an... arms race two can win. Throw in a side of legs, a wing, and a prayer, and it's game on! *grins* Later.
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I wasn't sure. I got to town at 14:30, 15:30? Somewhere in there. The auto's clock is set an half hour fast. I can't remember if I saw it, the exact time I did see, or... anything. Pushing, you know. It tends to muddle. In any case, my well laid out plan of attack fell apart. Nothing horrible, just the suggested route did not take into account that some shops close earlier. Returning packages ended up being first. I came in on the wrong side of town, so had to wade through traffic. Loverly when time is ticking and surety isn't to be had. Then to recycling. I should have, after delivering the packages, gone on to the dry cleaner but I didn't so shut up and things. So, I had to run back to the dry cleaner, since I didn't know when they closed. When I got there, from glomming on gum all morning, and no food, I nearly became ill. So many things on the mind too. A brief pause, some fresh air, a cool quiet place to lean over just in case, and it passed. But dinner had to be next.
And so it was. In, ate, out. That is part of why I didn't just not mind missing the noon deadline to be out of the house, I crafted it once all was considered. I prefer tables. Booths and the counter seats are simply too small. And, sometimes, it's nice to eat when it is quieter. Sometimes the hubbub is cool, sometimes, like today, with so much on my mind and plate, quiet just seemed better.
Then I hit the pharmacy, hardware store, grocery store, and got gas on the way out. Brother was I tired. Still, I stopped for mail on my way through town. Everything is in, groceries are put up, I cleaned the cover for the kitchen light then installed the tubes... all good. I really am tired. Dinner is on the way. After it, and a rest, I am honestly hoping to kick out the last of the dishes. Just a good wash. I'll have to see if that is enough. If so I may rinse and... handle what of them I can before I crash done and finished. Meh.
I am trying to automate things. I believe, beside the chore sticks, I may have certain days for certain things. Like Saturdays for laundry, Friday for sure dishes catch up if needed. Monday linen changes and maybe such and so like that, with random chore sticks to keep the small things in the equation. Yeah, sure, I don't have everything caught up yet, but I might be able to work things into the routine as I go, and catch up on top of things. I also checked on the cost for starching shirts... ~$2.50 give or take $.50. I still want to try a few, but I think, mostly, I will take my shirts in next month and have them ready. I'm tired of always being behind the ball. Health is a real reason, but I don't care! I... want to be seen as a grown up, if it kills me. Which it won't.
I am beginning to feel a little special. Not because I am doing the impossible, but because I am simply doing. And I am still alive, inside, through it. I'll take that. It's all I have to give, but it's up for the lowest bidder. Yeah, it's an... arms race two can win. Throw in a side of legs, a wing, and a prayer, and it's game on! *grins* Later.
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