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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. 
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| As many of you know, I purchased and have been working on a HiLo camper. It still needs a lot of work, but it's on hold for the winter because it's just too cold to work. However, a woman my wife works with has decided to sell her camper. Her husband and her had plans to fix it up (it needs minor work) but he passed away last fall and now she wants to sell it. I have only looked at it in passing, so I don't know how much work it needs, but it's in far better shape than the HiLo was. It's a pull behind (not fifth-wheel) about twenty or twenty five feet long. It looks good from the outside, and it's similar to what my wife and I had previously looked to buy. I don't know the price she wants, she wants us to look it over and make an offer. So, do I make an offer and purchase it? I have a lot to do with the HiLo yet, but I could put that up for sale and focus on the pull-behind. I'm leaning towards the pull-behind because it's a bit roomier, needs less work, and I can tow it without needing a fifth-wheel. Money is tight after the legal problems we had to deal with and all the costs we had to cover in that situation, but I can manage to come up with some. The plan right now is to wait for a warmer day and go look it over, consider what price to offer, and if we can get it cheap enough, purchase it so we have it for camping this spring (from what she has talked about, it's very usable, but needs minor work inside). The HiLo needs quite a lot of work before it's ready to use, and even then it's uncertain if it will develop leaks again as it flexes and bounces in transit. I've also thought about winter camping, later in the season after the extreme cold has passed. The HiLo would not be a good option for that, as it uses hydraulics to run the cable system to raise and lower the top. But, a tow-behind would work great for camping any season. It's something I'll have to put some thought into, look at the camper, and see how things work out. |
| Once again, Murphy has struck. I'm speaking of Murphy's Law, of course; if you're not familiar, do a quick search, there are a lot of them. What wraps them up the best is, "Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong" . Such it was today. First of all, I slept well last night, but woke before eight. Now, I don't mind getting up somewhat early, and normally eight wouldn't be bad. But, my wife works swing shift and gets home a little after eleven, so we don't often get to bed before midnight; it's usually closer to one or slightly after. Last night, however, we stayed up until after three this morning, so waking before eight was not optimal. The forecast for the day was warmer, about ten degrees below the freezing point, which was good. Well for January in Minnesota, it's good. But, we were also to have sunshine, lots and lots of sunshine. I never saw it today, but what I did see was snow. Not a lot, a couple of inches at most. Yesterday, with the forecast for warmer and sunshine, I took it upon myself to shovel the sidewalks and put a bit of salt down. It's been too cold to do much outside, and too cold for the salt to do any good. But, like the saying goes, "wash your car, it will rain", so Murphy's Law states, "shovel snow, you'll get more". Also, ""Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong", like the shovel falling off the handle half way through the project. In the process of fixing that, the light in the garage burned out. I do have more bulbs on hand, LED bulbs, but after putting it in the garage, it only glowed. I've had this issue before with LED and florescent bulbs, not all of them will work in cold. I ended up using the bulb from the back yard light in the garage. Not to worry, though, I do have a 1000-Watt Halogen twin head work light that puts out about 16,000 Lumen. I put it on the porch to use for a yard light and it works great; I can almost see across the lake. I would be able to if there weren't houses in the way! |
| Years back, my wife and I had a pair of Golden Retrievers. I had a female, Klarissa, who was about a year old when my wife got a six-week old male. The people we got him from bred and sold Golden Retrievers, but they had a runt that was being starved out and they didn't think they could sell him. My wife offered to take him and brought him home. Klarissa instantly adopted him and between the three of us nurtured him back to a healthy puppy. But, he would not eat any kind of dog food. So, we started making up home cooked foods for both of them after consulting with our vet and getting some recommendations on what we needed to insure good nutrition. The recipe included some vegetables, sweet potatoes, brown rice, and chicken or beef. Both dogs did very well on this diet, so we started making a large stock pot of food and dividing it up and freezing it so we would always have plenty of food for them on hand. One particular day, while this big kettle of food was simmering on the stove, two of our sons showed up. We visited for a while, but had to run into town and pick up a few things for dinner. We turned the heat off and let the kettle cool while we ran to do our shopping. The two adult sons stayed at the house with the dogs while we were gone, probably about a half hour to an hour at the most. When we got home, the dogs greeted us as usual and the two kids were watching a movie. It was past time for the dogs to eat, so my wife went to dish up some food for them before we divided the rest and stored it, but the pot was almost empty! She asked the kids if they had fed the dogs. "No, we didn't, but we helped ourselves to the kettle of stew on the stove, hope you don't mind." The look on their faces when my wife told them, "It's not stew, that's dog food!" After the initial shock, she added that it was made from regular food, but was a special recipe we had gotten from the vet for the dogs. They were relieved that it was "real" food and even asked for the recipe before they left. |
| It was only in the teens today with a brisk cold wind, but after negative temps the last few days, it felt pretty nice. My wife has the day off, so after coffee we deiced to take the dogs out to a secluded area and let them run. But, as we drove over, I had a thought of driving over to Maplewood State Park and mentioned it to my wife. She was having the same thinks! Anyway, poor grammar aside, we drove over to the park. We went to the main camping area, now empty of any campers, and were surprised to see they had plowed out one loop of the main campground as well as the sites along the loop. I guess once the HiLo is finished, we can try some winter camping. But I digress; we stopped and let the dogs out and walked them around the loop. Then, before departing, I walked out on the frozen lake a short distance, called the dogs, and watched them run and frolic on the snow covered, frozen lake. After a few minutes of being out in the open wind I had to return to the vehicle, it's still below zero with the windchill, but it was enjoyable to get out in the fresh air and stretch my legs a bit. |
| I've always had a liking for black licorice, although it seems many do not like it. I also enjoyed Blackjack chewing gum as a kid, but hadn't seen it around for many years. The last time I had Blackjack gum was quite a few years ago; my wife had found it while shopping and gotten me a couple f double packs because she knew I enjoyed it. This was probably eight or nine years ago. While looking though some stuff in my desk, I opened an old tin I had stuffed some things in during one of our moves. I was surprised to see a couple packs of Blackjack gum in it. One had been opened and had three sticks of gum left in it, the other still unopened. I took out a stick and opened it. The gum looked fine, but when I put it in my mouth and bit down, I discovered it had become hard and brittle; it shattered like glass in my mouth. Also, the taste was not that of black licorice (actually aniseed-flavored) but more like biting into cardboard. I spit it out and threw the remaining two sticks in the garbage, after bending them in their wrapper and feeling them also shatter like glass. I still have the unopened pack and am tempted to open it to see if it is perhaps still good. There are no best-by or use by dates on the package, and it's sealed in it's original pack. Will it be brittle? I don't know. Will it taste right? Again, I don't know. I will probably open it and flex one of the pieces of gum to see if it's pliable or brittle, and if it still bends like gum should, I may just pop it in my mouth to see if the taste is also still good. On the other hand, I suppose I could leave it out on a counter at the next family gathering. I know someone will pilfer it, and if it's like the piece I tried, I would enjoy watching the expression on their face when they pop it into their mouth. Decisions... |
| I found myself wondering about blog comments today. Why? Because we all, or at leDast most of us enjoy getting comments on our blog entries; at least positive comments. It's nice to get likes as well, but hearing positive comments is always better. With that said, you may wonder if I leave comments for the blogs I read. Not always. Why? Sometimes it's an issue with time, I'm rushed and don't have time to comment, so I click like and get on with what's pressing. Other times I just can't think of anything to comment. On rare occasions, I disagree with the blog and don't have anything positive to say. But, even then I'll click a like simply because the author took the time to blog. the old adage, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." Today I wondered if awarding gift points for comments would increase the number of comments a person received on their blog. At first, I thought this would be a great idea, after all, most of us want more gift points, and it would be a great motivator. Especially if the GPs were provided through Writing.Com Support   . But after a bit of thought, I decided it would not be a good idea. Why?Because there are always those who try to cheat the system. It would in many cases motivate us to take a few minutes to comment on the blog honestly after reading it. But there are also those who would just post a generic comment without even reading a word. In fact, I suspect some would log in to the blogs and just pick some randomly, not read them, and post a short, simple, and meaningless comment just to get free GPs. So how can we get more comments on our blogs? Maybe by just taking the time to write meaningful comments on other blogs. I think I'll give this a try and see if it works. |
You know it's cold outside when you go outside and it's cold! Ha!  Actually, it's when I let Max out and he does his business quickly and wants back in. Max is a Siberian Husky and he loves the winter. Most days I put my boats and coat on, cap my head and slip my gloves over my fingers, then take him and Bellah out for a while. If I'm shoveling snow, he grabs the shovel and helps pull it (usually in the wrong direction), and if I try to sweep snow from the steps he pounces on the broom and tries to pull it out of my hands. He also likes to play chase; he runs past and I lunge to try and grab him, but he's always too fast as he stretches out his legs and races through the snow. But, soon enough It's time to go back in. He dilly-dallies around the yard sniffing things, marking every tree he passes, and tries his best to stay out a little longer. It's typical for me to call to him, wait for him to get distracted, then call again. We repeat this until he finally is standing by the door and even then takes his sweet time to walk in. Of course, once in he is eager and ready for his treat and praise. Today, however, it's a bit below zero (Fahrenheit) with a strong wind blowing. He came and told me (he does actually talk, a sound that sounds like Ouuut). Knowing it was frigid outside, I let him and Bellah out right off, then proceeded to put on my boots and outdoor clothing. I figured this would give them a little longer to do their business and I would have to spend less time standing outside freezing my biscuits off and breathing the frigid air. Once I was bundled up against the arctic blast I knew awaited me, I opened the door and stepped out. Max and Bellah saw me as soon as I stepped out, and before I was down the steps, they were standing at the door waiting to come back in. That's when I knew, it's too damn cold out. And, it's only getting colder. -10 currently and dropping to -22 tonight. Tomorrow will see a high of -10 and then drop to -21. For Monday, it's only supposed to reach a high (can one call it that?) of -17 and then drop to -24. These are the forecast ambient temperatures and do not include the windchill effect. Tuesday we finally warm up to a whopping 4 degrees and start our climb back out of the arctic cold. |
| Today I set up the air conditioner in the living room. Yes, you read that right, the A/C. Why? And, why didn't I think of this before? Every fall when the temperature drops down to a comfortable level, we clean the A/C unit and pack it away for the winter. It's a portable unit, on wheels, that vents out through a window. It has multiple functions; cooling, heating, dehumidifying, and fan. It also has an ultraviolet function to kill germs in the air. So, why not leave it set up year round? I suppose we could since it's also a heater (heat pump). I just never thought much about it. That is, until today when I noticed it tucked in beside the dryer. I pulled it out and set it up in the living room as just a fan, turned on the ultraviolet light function, and started cleaning the air. I don't know if it will speed up our recovery, or if it had been running sooner, prevented our getting sick, but after about an hour the air smells cleaner and fresher! |
| I need to find inspiration; I've been stalled in my writing far to long. But what should I write about? I know I have some good stories and poems but instead of them flooding into my mind and onto paper, I sit and stare at a blank page. I do start typing some, but it seems I use the backspace and delete keys more than any other and in the end, the page is again blank. I'm making some changes to overcome this disgusting rut of nothingness, but I need inspiration. I inquired of my muse, Leora but I think I pissed her off yesterday when I didn't believe her story about Quakers. Oh well, I can do this without her, I know I can, I just need to find my inspiration. So, I set out to do just that: (Inspiration) "Where is it at?" I asked of myself, "Perhaps in the cupboard or up on a shelf." I went and I looked, but it was not there. "Why is it hiding? It just isn't fair!" "Perhaps in the closet! I'll go take a look." Nothing but clothing and a misplaced old book! I looked in the junk drawer, sure it's in there, But all that I found was junk and despair. I looked behind objects and under the bed I sneezed from the dust and then bumped my head. I checked all my pockets, then looked in my desk, "Nothing but lint and my desk is a mess!" Leora came over, standing quite near She whispered these words, right in my ear, "You want inspiration, I'll give you a clue, Turn you eyes inward, it's hiding in you." Today Leora taught me a few very important lessons: First, don't piss off your muse, second, don't doubt your muse, and third, don't look outward for inspiration, look inside where it resides. |
| It's warm again! Of course, this is northern Minnesota in January, so warm is almost thawing, and it's only for a few days before more frigid air pushes through. It's a nice break from the cold. This weekend we are back in the deep freeze, but then it sounds like a stretch of above zero temps for a while. That is, if the forecast is even close. Another change that is miking the day beautiful is how I feel. I mentioned that we had Covid around again, first my wife and then me. Yesterday was by far the worst day for me, but today I am again feeling more energetic and it seems the fever has passed. I'm still resting and letting myself heal after this last bout with the dreaded bug, I know far too well how overdoing things can lead to relapse. Tomorrow, since it's supposed to be another beautiful day, we are hoping to take the dogs out to a secluded area so they can run and frolic for bit. Of course, it will depend on how well I'm feeling, since it requires a short hike to get back in away from the road. |
| Who is Murphy? I don't know. I suppose I could do some research and find an answer, but it doesn't matter, he just sucks. Perhaps you're asking, "Why does Murphy suck?" Because of his set of screwed up laws! Yes, I'm talking about Murphy's Law which states, anything that can go wrong will go wrong. It's often used to explain unexpected or unfortunate events in a humorous way. Only, when the law applies to you, it's seldom humorous. Year's ago, while serving in the United States Air Force, we had a poster on the wall of our break room. There was a picture of Major Murphy at the top, and under it was the phrase, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong". Under this was a list of various laws that covered just about everything, for example: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.  If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong. Corollary: If there is a worse time for something to go wrong, it will happen then.If anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which a procedure can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop.Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse. And the laws went on and on. One section covered illness and stated that until you pass your illness to another, you can't get over it (I don't remember the actual wording). So, my wife had Covid and was sick for about a week. I did what I could to make her comfortable and aid in her getting over it. She did, but not until the day I woke up with a stuffy head, slight fever, and a cough; Murphy's Law! So, she's doing good, almost fully recovered, and I'm feeling like ick. It's been about four days, maybe five and I'm ready to wake up feeling better, but it just stays about the same. I'm not real sick, mind you, just enough to be tired and rundown with a bit of a cough, stuffed up, and a low fever. But, she's already had it and there isn't anyone I can pass this on to so I can get over it. Where's that damn Murphy when I need him? |
| Blite, bliting, etc... a coin I termed term I coined. To write in one's blog, or to be writing in one's blog. Of course, you probably shouldn't be writing/bliting in someone else's blog unless they invite you. That's my goal, to try and blite everyday; at least for now. Once spring hits that's likely to change, since there is always so much else going on. Of course, even in the winter there can be demands on time that could interfere with daily bliting. The problem, however, isn't just time. It also encompasses topic; what the hell to blite about. It's kind of funny, in a not so humorous way. In the winter when there's not near as much going on there is more time for bliting but less to blite about. But, in the spring, summer, and fall, there's so much going on there's little time for bliting but so many things to blite about. Maybe I should take notes through the seasons of life to blite about in the dead of winter, but if I had time to take notes I'd have time for bliting. Crazy? It's been rumored but I prefer eccentric. Anyway, if anyone has any thoughts where I may find bliting inspirations, it would be greatly appreciated. |
| As a spin off "no way". Since about a week ago there have been predictions of snow this weekend, but as I always say when looking at the forecast, "We shall see." It seems, most often anyway, that as each day passes the forecast changes. Also, as the days pass and the forecast becomes current, it's seldom what was predicted. The forecast has been for snow, six to ten inches, with a lot of high winds. I would call that a blizzard, but they don't usually use the "B" word until it hits. Yesterday the snow arrived, which by the forecast this last week, put the snow here a day early. Already the forecast was wrong. But, despite the early arrival, the forecast for today remained the same until this morning when it changed to three to six inches and fair winds. We received less than an inch yesterday and through the night, but it's been snowing pretty steady all day. How much will we get? So far it's a light, almost winter-wonderland type snow and I would guess about an inch. But, it's suppose to snow heavier this afternoon through tomorrow afternoon. I would say, at current conditions, we may see a couple of inches of snow if it continues like this through tomorrow afternoon. Thankfully, we are stocked up on pantry items and do not have to venture out in the snow except when we take the dogs out. |
| My wife has ow been feeling ill since Monday, although she is getting better each day now. With that said, Murphy's law of illness seems to be holding true: you will not recover until you have successfully passed it on to another. Yes, today I'm feeling a bit run down, I'm a bit stuffed up, and my chest is feeling congested. I think I'm losing this battle of not catching what she has. But I'm still hopeful that with proper care and precaution I can refrain from getting as ill as she has been. She works in healthcare for the elderly, so she had to take a Covid test and we found out today it was positive, So, we are quarantining and making sure we don't pass it on to others. In fact, just to keep you all safe, I'm typing with latex gloves on. |
| What's different? The weather. It's been cold, single digits above and below 0 degrees Fahrenheit, but today it warmed almost to thawing. We also are getting a bit of snow, but less than an inch—for now. It sounds like it's going to yo-yo for a while; some warmer days, some frigid days and the possibility of six inches or more of snow this weekend. What's still the same? My wife's cold. She called in to work again today, and since she works with the elderly, she doesn't dare go back to work until she is over this round of the Yuck. Another thing that has not changed is my overall health. I've felt like I may be catching the same thing she has, but so far it hasn't gotten rooted in and I'm feeling pretty good. I'm hoping that I can fight this off and net catch her cold, but we all know it doesn't usually work that way. |
| I couldn't sleep last night for some reason so I read a bit and finally successfully went to bed a little after two this morning. I did manage to sleep in until almost ten, so a pretty good night. After a cup of coffee, I saw I had missed a phone call from the garage that's doing the oil change on my truck. They are also testing the charging system because the battery keeps draining. No message was left, so I enjoyed a second cup of coffee and called back. The truck was done and ready to pick up. Oil, filters, lube, all that stuff was taken care of, as well as a general vehicle inspection. The battery was at fault so he had replaced it, the alternator was working fine, and everything looked good except. I always cringe when my mechanic says except. Anyway, I was right to cringe, the left front wheel bearing is a tad loose. It's not bad—yet, but it's just a matter of time before it starts making noise and starts vibrating. How much? About $600.00! That's just a ballpark guess, it could be a bit higher, and possibly a bit lower. The good news is, he thinks it will get us by until spring, but he recommends we don't take it on any long road trips until after it's fixed. I stopped at the butcher shop on my way home and picked up five pounds of beef fat and a couple of nice chicken breasts. The chicken was for chicken noodle soup, homemade from scratch. My wife is still down with the Yuck (sinus cold or something) and she wanted some. The beef fat, fresh, is for melting down for tallow. I've been reading up on some benefits of frying in beef tallow, but to buy the stuff is kind of crazy expensive, and I can't find it close to home. So, After getting home I proceeded to trim up the fat, cut it into small pieces, and put it inn the dutch oven to melt down. Next, it was time to start making some homemade soup. Then, while the soup stewed and the fat simmered, I washed up dishes and my mess in the kitchen. I did take a few breaks in there to pop in and out of here, but other than that, it's been a busy day. But, I have about a gallon of beef tallow and the soup turned out scrumptious. We are fed, the dogs are fed, the dishes are pretty much all washed, and I'm pretty much beat. |
Today in "Question of the Day!"  , S 🤦  asked, "What inspired you to start writing?I couldn't give an answer other than,"I don't know." I briefly explained, I have always been a story teller (my mother said I could tell a whopper of a story shortly after I started talking) so I guess it was only natural to start writing them. I have also been an avid reader which also contributed to my need to write. Growing up I told some pretty wild tales. In third grade, my teacher asked my Mom how we managed all the exotic animals we owned. My Mom, of course, didn't know anything about this. The teacher informed her that I had told this tale so believably that she had honestly thought we had a small zoo on our farm. My Mom informed her we did not live on a farm, but in town, and we had no animals, domestic or wild. I don't remember the teacher's name, but she told my Mom not to be upset, I was a natural born story-teller and that I should be encouraged. I was with my Mom during this conference and was a bit embarrassed when it all came out. But, both my Mom and the teacher did encourage me, although they also emphasized the importance of also being truthful. Perhaps that was the beginning of my desire to write stories. I know that by the time I was in sixth grade, I wanted to be a writer. I was an avid reader and would read most anything available. I was also a pretty fast reader, and when we read in class I would be pages ahead in the book. Of course, we were called upon to read out loud randomly, and I would be a few pages ahead. So when I was called, I often didn't know where we where. Also, I tended to be shy and introverted, so reading to the class was very difficult. Between these two problems, my teacher assumed I had a reading problem and had me transferred to a special reading class. This was a blessing! The teacher of that class soon discovered that I didn't have a problem reading and soon let me go to the library and pick out books to read from any grade level and then write a report after I finished it. It was done one on one so it was enjoyable for me, and after he read a few of my book reports he told me I should try writing my own stories. Unfortunately, that same school year, we had an assignment in my regular class to do a report on what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wanted to be an author and did my report on that. The teacher read it to the class, not even trying to hold back her own laughter. In fact, she ridiculed me in front of the class and set a firm block in my mind that I would never be a writer. That blocked stayed there for many years, but in my thirties I decided to go to college and pursue a business degree. English Composition was required and I again had to write stories and poetry. I also had to take Business Communications which required being able to write various types of business letters and documents. I was very surprised when instructors confronted me about my writing and asked permission to use my writing as examples for future classes. It was there, in college, that various instructors encouraged me to again pick up pen and paper and write my tales and rhymes. |
| Yes, a note I made for myself. Why you ask? (or maybe I asked for you) It's been a rather lazy day for me. My wife didn't have to go to work until five this afternoon, so she took the dogs out while I putzed around most of the day. I made a kettle of soup, did a bit in here, worked on some surveys, etc... Since none of this required getting dressed, I did my putzing in my pj's; shorts and a sleevless shirt. I didn't even bother to put socks on today, since it's comfortable and my feet didn't get cold. But, about an hour ago, the dogs let me know they needed to go out and take care of business. Being only five degrees Fahrenheit with a bit of a wind, I knew they wouldn't be out for very long, so I slipped my jacket and bedroom slippers on and out we went. I felt the cold instantly on my legs and exposed head, but it was bearable and again, I wouldn't be out for very long. They did a bit of sniffing around, then took care of business. In five minutes or less, they were heading back to the door to go in. But, something distracted them and they went around the side of the house. I hurried over to see, and sure enough, the neighbor was heading my way. He was dressed for the temperature and carrying a cup of coffee in one had, a couple of dog treats in the other. "You must think it's spring dressed like that." "No, I just ran these two out and was heading back in. It's a bit too cold to be out here dressed like this." He gave the dogs their treats and asked how things were going. He also told me that the landlord may be changing our garbage pick-up and a few other things. I was polite and talked for a few minutes, but I was getting very cold, my legs were starting to burn, and my toes had gone numb; I told him as much, then added, I need to get inside before I freeze something. "Yeah, the radio says it's seventeen below with the wind, it don't take long for exposed skin to frostbite." I headed towards the door, but he continued to chew the fat. "Why don't you come in, I have a pot of coffee on and it should be done." "No, thanks, I just saw you out with the dogs and thought I'd come over and say hello. You better get inside, you're legs are either turning blue or it's the yard light making them look blue." "Yeah, I'm heading in. I'll have to stop over one of these days and visit. Thanks for stopping by." I started up the steps to the door as he turned to go back home. But, the dogs were still wondering if there was another treat and followed him. I had to go back out in the full exposer to the wind and call for them. They stopped following right away and Bellah ran back like she usually does, but Max, my Husky is a bit more stubborn. He looked at me and then back at the neighbor, sat down and watched until he was out of sight and then came back over, slow and sniffing along the way. I could no longer feel my toes at all, my legs felt like they were on fire, my ears were burning, and my fingers had begun to ache. I hurried up the steps to the door, opened it and Bellah went right in, but Max mumbled something (he is quite a talker) and ran over to the tree line to poop. After another minute or two of freezing, he started heading back, then saw a squirrel that he had to chase up a tree. I gave up and went inside and called for him from inside the door. He thought for a few seconds about his choices, and decided to meander his way up tot he door so he would get his treat for coming in when called. He did get his treat, they both did. I'm still thawing out, sitting her under a blanket trying to get my legs warmed up. Max is lying on my feet which warmed them right up, and my fingers have quit throbbing and just burn a little now. So my not to myself is: Don't be a fool and go out in the frigid arctic air unless your dressed warm enough to handle getting stuck out there for a half an hour or more. No serious frostbite damage, just well chilled, but I will say this, Baby it's cold outside! |
| Yesterday I signed up for a survey site to make a few bucks. I also set some small goals for getting my office organized, working on a few things around the house, and trying to write a little something. My wife has this weekend off, so the idea was to work together on some of this, then I could do my writing while she did her thing. But, for whatever reason, I could not sleep last night. I was tired until I got into bed about 1:30 this morning, then any plans on sleeping vanished into the dark of night. I got up and took a Unisom tablet and read a bit while I waited for it to do it's thing. I went back to bed about 2:30 and slept sound, waking up just before noon.. Getting up so late meant a change in my plans, which I made while I downed a few cups of coffee to shake the sleep-aid cobwebs from my brain, then set about starting the revised day. But, just as I was getting started, a vehicle pulled up and low and behold, my wife's cousin was here. Not wanting to be rude, I had a couple more cups of coffee and visited for a spell, then informed him that I had some stuff to get done. But, there was no getting much of anything done. As is the case most times, as soon as something is stated, it is regretted because it seems to trigger in a lot of people just the opposite effect of what was said. he finally left just before time to start dinner, and now it's late and I'm trying to get a few things salvaged out of my plans for the day. This is the reason I find it so difficult to make plans or set goals... |
| I posted a question in the Newsfeed earlier about ways to make a few bucks online. I looked into one (the only) response and gave it a try. I earned about two and a half bucks! Of course, I didn't spend much time there today, but hopefully I can set a bit of time aside most days to go in and do my thing. I think it's going to help out, but I doubt I'll get rich anytime soon. The way things are tight now, every little bit helps, and I'm grateful for the reply. If anyone else has any ideas, I'm always eager to listen. |
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