Never quite sure.

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I have talked around the cage, for Jasmine.  Not... certain whether mother is resigned to keeping it, yet.  Or onboard.  I won't have her loose in the house.  But would very much like to have her in the house.

Not just on cold days.  Or hot ones.  If we travel.  When weather is bad.  Or even often just sometimes during the day.  Even if she and Sassy can learn to get along, a dog simply shouldn't be allowed to roam a house without people, or even always with people home.  Sometimes.  Destructive animals.

A bit, earlier.

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Just one wagon unloaded.  Quite a pile out there.  Or group of piles.  Each wagon drops between one and two square yards of material.  I think there are between eight and twelve loads out there.  I would guess five to ten more will end up out there, or so.

I also reset kefir.  Then cleared the freezer top.  Mom wanted to find meat packages to pull to the other freezer, or begin thawing.  I'll reset that, if she hasn't.  Currently it is where I let kefir ferment, make ice and (my french press) coffee, and filter water.  Will, in time, move those to other stations so that pulling packages from the deep freeze isn't such a hastle.

She remembers what she wants to believe.

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I told her I won't, can't, work for a bit.  On top of last night's painful horror, and general exhaustion from pushing too long, as well as it still staying in the 90 F range?  I'm done until it cools.  That's just the way of it.  I should say, until it cools and then I catch my breath.  A week of cooler weather, then we'll see.  Two?

Well, and still adjusting to medicine.  Which I have been missing, lately.  Ugh.  I'll have to sort that.  Getting three out of four doses, but that isn't enough.  I have to push, especially now that I am taking a break.

A change of plans.

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Mother had wanted me to buy a storage system.  I've been hemming and hawing about it, quite spendy.  She suggested she would pay a certain amount a month on it.  But, if she is looking for a way out, of here, I can't make that deal.

To be honest, I have been looking for a way out of that deal.  Selling it, in the future, might be difficult, and it would be at a bit, or lot, of a loss.  Just getting it off the property might be a trick, potentially an expensive one.

Well, there is that.

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Didn't measure for the dog cage?  Nope.  Measured the dog.  Chose "roomy" based on that.  Didn't want her ears touching the top of the cage.  So had to take the length required.  Didn't measure the room, or doors.

No, it won't, constructed, fit through the doors.  So, has to be built in her room.  BUT,  only after completely reorganizing her room.  Moving her bed, bed stand, and one of her dressers.  Plus rearranging a third of her room, otherwise, in general.

Pain.

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It's been a while since I hurt like that.  Cramps, multiples, in the legs, plus the arms this time.  A new or rare thing.  Toss in a headache.  The type of extreme pain that used to cause me to scream, and emit tears past any resistance.  I have learned to... relax, make no sound, and hold tears.

It's been a while since I hurt like that.  Six months?  A year?  And a while before that time, again, and again, rarities for... some time.  But, about three years ago, and on back, it was a monthly to weekly, rarely even more often clusters of, events.  I keep daring to hope those episodes are gone.  Wasn't sure how well I would hold up.

Not much.

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Too late.  Too slow.  I couldn't get out today, mostly.  I did take Jasmine for a short walk.  I helped mom with a few things.  We had supper.  We talked from time to time.

I made three calls.  To a phone company, about a phone that hasn't showed up.  A line, because of that, that I haven't used.  A bill that is overdue, which needs to be corrected.  There isn't a manager in the office until Monday.  And one of them seems required to do more.

Oh, right?

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When preparing to get to town, deciding what to wear, I saw a stack of jeans.  Wasn't sure what size any of them was.  Picked the solid denim colored ones.  Wranglers.  Looked new.  Dug around for the size a while, before seeing the size tag.

I doubted it would fit, but you never know.  I'm still a fatboi.  Don't doubt it.  I am 6'5" and change, at 234, but yes, still have a belly.  Getting that last fifteen to thirty pounds off is proving impossible.  Still, having the first eighty five to one hundred fifteen pounds off is a good start.  Even if that is it.

A later start.

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Mom called around seven?  Eight?  Offered breakfast.  Bacon and eggs.  Oh, this morning, that sounded good.  I hoped she didn't expect a lot.  As I mentioned, yesterday, while I had things to do, I wouldn't be doing much otherwise, for a while.  I'm mostly pretty done.

I don't mind carrying laundry, or taking out trash and recycling.  Things like that.  Especially if she can have two or three such tasks ready to go at once.  I have strength to do any normal job.  I just don't have stamina, or the ability to start, and stop, then continually start and stop.  No!  But three, even four, hefty even, tasks at once, then a rest.

Out, starting.

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The dog got a short walk today.  I couldn't do a long walk, even based on my property.  Enough that we worked together a bit, she got off the long static line, and was able to check part of her world.  Fed, as well.  Last night we offered her kefir cottage cheese.  Unlike Sassy, she seemed to like that!  Will give her some every few days.

I don't want to feed her or Sassy human food, or modern human food.  Meats?  Fermented dairy?  Sure, in some moderation.  Raw is better for them, if Sassy won't eat raw.  I'll bet Jasmine will.  And, on steak days, and roast days, she may well get a quarter pound of raw.  As well, when doing burger.  Not so much pork of any kind.  Chicken?  Probably cooked, since I do the whole bird?  Or maybe wings raw?  Not sure that is safe for her?

Didn't know.

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I thought certain folk had stopped reading here?  Maybe they have.  Or haven't.  That they still read would explain some things.  Among menfolk, to a degree.  If probably, at least in part, from anger from, and about, their ladyfolk of various relations.  Sisters, wives, aunts, grannies even.

I... did say I have a way with women.  And it's not as they would have it, if it is the only way I can offer.  They were mean, a lot meaner, for most of my life.  Now?  I don't mean to be mean but I refuse to be other than honest.  It isn't even payback.  Just a solid masculine maturity.

Thorns.

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Some of the weeds have them.  Not even thick gloves help.  Try as one might, avoiding contact isn't possible.  So, when barbed, or cut?  It hurts for days.  I can't see anything to remove.  It either heals over time, or the nano-darts are absorbed.  It's been hurting since two mornings ago.  Just the right index finger.  But any physical touch on that finger hurts like a fresh stab... group of them.  Why just one finger?  Would have thought it would have stung all the fingers, even the whole hand.  Nope, just that one finger, and just the tip.

Up around five.  I went down last night, only to need to get back up.  Bathroom issues, though to get trash out as well.  Wasn't sure I would be up early.  While awake, not absolutely certain I am getting out of bed.  Maybe?

Up, doing better.

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I woke around 18:00, 19:00, or so.  It was still warm, if slowly beginning to cool.  I was hoping mom wouldn't jump me to do things.  I would have just gone back to bed.  No way I was going to do much.  Feeling better didn't mean feeling at all good.

She did start in about Sassy getting sick.  I just told her that goes with having a cat.  She kept yammering.  I was about to go back to bed, because there is nothing to discuss.  Either leave it, or deal with it.  Sassy was here first.  But she stopped.

Ah, that is the problem.

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Too much medicine.  I have to be careful.  The size of pill was changed.  I was thinking the dose was doubled, for some strange reason.  It wasn't.  It was quadrupled, from 3.125 to 12.5 mg, or thereabouts.  So, when taking one and a half pills, I was taking not my proposed 9.xx, but 18.xx to 19.xx mg.  Way over the 12.5 max, amd well over my comfort zone.

My bp must be absolutely crashing.  So... yea.  I will see if she can get them to go back to 3.125 or even 6.25 mg doses.  Which I can parse more simply.  Because, yes, taking a lower dose when bp is low, or full dose when it is high, really helps.  Can't easily do that accurately with such large dose pills.

Supper was good.

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Beef and gravy, a rare potato, and keto cake with fresh whipped cream.  Medicine?  May have forgotten?

A few final things for the night.  Tired.  Some work in the morning, if possible.

Oops.

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She got away.  I, finally, wrangled her off the long lead and onto the walking leash.  She was secure.  But then she wrapped around my legs.  As I was getting her untangled, she bumped and pulled just right, to get the leash latch undone, then it was off to the races!  Very clever girl.  She knew what she was doing.  Gotta watch this one.

I was not certain she would be found, come back.  Barking, down the way.  Was hoping she had found those dogs she met last night.  By the time I got there, she was long gone.  I walked a bit further, but was finished.  Heading back, I thought I saw flashes of her, in a neighbors yard.

No barking?

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I expected barking, or at least whining.  She is still a puppy.  But, no.  Not even when other dogs were barking this morning, at her.  Not a peep.  Amazing.

Mom wanted her in last night, I said no.  That would become every night.  However, on one night a week, starting later next week (once she is adjusted to being outdoors as a usual), I agree she can be in for a day a week.

We were told she is housebroken.  Will find out.  Only allowed in mom's room.  With the door shut.  A cage, starting next month.  Though, with a cage, the room door can be open to see if Sassy can sort her out.  That is the final stress point that has to be arranged, covered.

But, so far, she is proving to be an amazing pick.

As it turns, she is a Shiba Inu, German Shepherd, mix.  The dog that saved me, by running into traffic, stopping traffic, was named Shiba.  A turn of time, a turn in return?  No, we didn't know that when we got her.  Initially told probably all shepherd.  Didn't find this out until reading the paperwork from adoption.

The old lady, driving, didn't see me.  She stopped, breaked hard, for Shiba.  Who bolted to stand over me.  Didn't see me until she got out to shoo the dog.  Who wouldn't let any near me.

My brother, it seems, let me out.  Still not sure if he was trying to help or kill me.  Still not sure about the lad, to this day, at any given time.  *grins*

Still, one more solid for the gal.  I have to think her previous owner died.  You wouldn't spend that kind if time, and possibly money, to simply turn such a dog in, over.  Probably a guy, women just want to own, love, rarely master, befriend, a dog.  Either a young man, learning his first powerful class of dog, or an old man wanting a smaller power class of dog.  But, make no mistake, bitch, snaller, she is a power dog, a working class.  Quite the little lady.  Impresses even me, and that's a reasonable feat.

The doggie is home.

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Didn't want to get out again today.  But the driver license and dog where issues.  So in we went.  I wanted a shower.  Just couldn't.  Too tired, heating up, running late even for having gotten up early.  Besides I have showered the last two or three days in a row.  Some days one just has to go as is.

First, the driver license.  Oh, I was really beginning to think they just didn't want her to get one.  New and harder rules, requirements, and issues every time we went.  Been through it myself.  Wasn't sure I would get mine, several times.

Laughed, I did.

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After being out with me, especially recently, last night mother said I shouldn't aim for a thirty year old woman.  I just chortled.  It isn't as much a choice as the limits of what I would and could use and tolerate.

Pretty forty year old women?  Pretty youngish women with tattoos, piercings, and else?  Pretty bigger younger women?  Maybe.  Simply isn't going to happen.  I am not interested.  They know it, I know it.

Up early.

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Things to do.  Have to get going earlier today.  As well, have appointments coming up.  Early.

I have been fighting to get up, at all, lately.  Eight to ten hasn't been unusual.  Sleeping a lot, so it isn't as if I am overdoing things, sleeping too little, or not getting rest.  Still trying to tolerate medicine, and it is still high summer.