Daily musings of a retired digital artist/designer/musician/party goer/etc.

It’s the weekend, by my standards. Friday is not a day to initiate, it’s a day to conclude. As a rule, I’m already battened down to hunker and stay out of the way of those who work a 40 hour dayshift schedule. I’ve inevitably done my shopping, time to kick back and relax.

I have a few dishes to wash. Myka needs tending, as always. Sausage gravy is on the roster this morning. The ice bin will probably need filling late today. Over all, light duty.

It’s overcast, the sun peeks through every now and then. Rain chance is slight today, it starts tomorrow in earnest, and carries through Tuesday. It looks like a wet weekend, which we need. We’ve been under a burn ban for three weeks. The wildflowers need it.

Gas prices went up another 20¢/gal. That makes it 70¢/gallon increase. There is no gas shortage here, just greed readily taking advantage of market circumstances on the other side of the globe.

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Dishes are done The sausage gravy is made, resting on the stovetop. Myka is bugging me for her wet food. Add putting the gravy in the fridge, washing dishes for the gravy, and filling the ice bin for the remaining chores to be achieved this afternoon. The biggest effort is behind me.

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I fed Myka, washed dishes, and put the gravy in the fridge. The ice bin doesn’t need ice yet. Today’s delivery has been put in place. I can be lazy now. I should write a few reviews. I have three that need reviews, and two more coming soon for what I received today.

I have had anything to eat today but a breakfast taco and a couple of light snacks. I should fx a potato and start on the gravy. I still haven’t touched the avocados yet. Maybe a spudacado now and the gravy tonight.

Well, I can quit fussing over whether to buy the scooter. I have other things to fuss about. There’s finding a new primary physician. There will be a bunch of reviews to write, three now, eight more later. There’s making sausage gravy. There’s working on the truck. It looks like rain, starting tomorrow night.

The scooter is back in stock. No more Only 4 Left. That could be coincidence, that the supplier delivered a new batch, just before they ran out. And 5% discount is not that big a discount. I am not regretting getting it. I am dreading the tight budget this month. $300 mad money. It’s not all I have, by any means. But it does indicate a low budget month, the third in a row.

There isn’t much that I need to do today in the way of chores. Feed Myka, as usual. I could make a weekend store run. I could make the gravy. Maybe get a bag of ice. There’s just not a lot hollering for attention as far as physical work.

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I made the store run, $50 alternative funds. I’m good for the weekend. They have the main entrance to the parking lot blocked off for street modification. That is going to be a real headache.

Myka keeps bugging me for TJ, even after I’ve given her a serving. What a junkie. She has one more serving, then I’m really in trouble.

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I topped off the ice bin and Myka’s bag and put a fresh bag of ice in the top loader. So except for making sausage gravy and washing the subsequent dishes, today’s chores are done. I need to focus on the avocados, eggs ackley being the easiest base. That will be lunch, the last of the tuna mac being dinner.

So let it rain this weekend. I’m ready for it.

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Amazon is having serious problems with its site, making it impossible to review anything they’ve sent me. About the only thing that works properly is tracking. Nothing is due today. Oh well, I can review later when they get their act together.

I had a needed nap, waking up just before recycling pickup came by. So the bins are back in their niche, the last physical chore for today besides cooking and feeding Myka. And like I just was, Myka is snoozing.

So the afternoon is mine. I’m not quite ready to cook. It’s 82°F, a superb lumpin’ temp.

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The scooter has shipped via FedEx, though it’s only the label being printed.

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I’m feeling a little bummed out tonight. Part of it is spending that much money when it wasn’t truly necessary, the inevitable backlash. Part of it is the list of things I need to achieve, find a physician, fix the truck, and more. The return of the mosquitoes. Then there’s rising prices, gas (up another 20¢/gal), libations, etc. State of the nation overall. The state of my general health, lack of energy and stamina, the aches. It’s an avalanche of things rolled into one.

I know that things are not that bad for me. It’s spring, the windows are open tonight, I’m not broke, I’m eating well, the truck is running. It’s not that bad, at least here. I am resilient. I could be at the jam at the Pioneer tonight, but I’m not up for it.

I’ll get through it, albeit slower than I used to get through it. I’m not in the mood to make gravy tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

Gas prices have jumped 40¢ to 50¢/gallon overnight. Thankfully, I topped off the truck a few days ago.

Today is a day for cooking eggs ackley. Chores are few, so I should be able to get it made. I’ve been looking forward to having tacos for breakfast, instead of kolaches. Fortunately, I already diced the pork tenderloin, a major simplification in prep.

I ordered a couple of shelf brackets and mounting screws, to be delivered today. I’m looking at a shelf over the washer and dryer. Four Vine items are due today, currently listed as preparing for delivery at the local PO.

Windows stayed open all night. 69°F was the low temp. 76°F in the office.

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Everything due in today was delivered. Window film, two usb ports, headphone adaptor, shelf brackets and screws. I’ll let Myka mess with the box before it goes to recycling on the curb.

Now Myka demands to be fed.

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Eggs ackley is in the fridge. I haven’t eaten any yet, but I will, using avocado as a topping. I saved enough pork tenderloin for a small spudacado as well. All dishes except the pan and lid are washed. It won’t take long. That leaves sausage gravy to cook, which is less labor, possibly tomorrow.

I’ve got three Vine reviews to write. That’s the last of the chores for the day.

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I ordered the scooter. There was a 5% discount, and I jumped. Due Mon/Tue. There were only 5 in black left in stock. Mad money dropped to $300 for the rest of the month.

I was going to write reviews for Vine items, but the train of thought is shot.

I didn’t make spudacado last night. I snacked instead. There just wasn’t much hunger to satisfy. 70°F outside, 77°F in the office.

Trash and recycling today. There’s dishes from yesterday’s kitty celebration. There’s not a whole lot more outside the usual. Cooking eggs ackley is the big effort. Mopping the kitchen floor would help, not bad, but it’s starting to be needed.

A couple more items from Vine this morning, 16 hanging hooks and a tortoise pick guard square. I don’t plan on mounting it, using it rather as a coaster type protector.

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Myka pestered me until she got her TJ. Why do I do this to myself?

I slept a portion of the morning, and it helped. I’m about to wash dishes, fill the ice bin, gather trash, and mop the kitchen, get the chores behind me. Hopefully the breaks won’t be too long.

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Dishes and ice bin are done. Trash and recycling is next. No hurry on the mopping, a quick once over. There isn’t anything else on the list for today. 11 am and it’s already in the 80s.

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Trash and recycling are out in their bins, trash on the curb. That is the last of the mandatory chores, besides feeding Myka her wet food. She is hogging the LZB, so I don’t feel hurried. Mopping and eggs ackley may have to wait.

83°F, fan on. A slow afternoon. I’ll probably make spudacado for dinner, if I don’t make eggs ackley. Did I say that I’m not in a hurry?

The kibbles for Myka are not here yet. They reached the store five hours ago, still no delivery. I’m not in a big hurry for them, there’s at least a week’s worth left in the dispenser. And there’s a couple of weeks of the past flavor left.

The four Vine items are in Humble, they should reach the local PO before sunrise. My guess is that they flew from Cincinnati to HIA. It’s a little far for a 2 hour drive.

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The cat food arrived and the kitchen floor got mopped. It’s possible that I might get the eggs ackley done tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

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I got another cigarette lighter socket plug-in USB/USB-C adapter, on Vine. That makes one for each socket, lighter and utility. And it maxes me out for the month on Vine.

I haven’t cooked tonight. It looks like I’ll wait until tomorrow.

Another massive Vine dump, 25 pages. Two items selected, ball chain and window film. Neither a necessity, but what the heck. I like the art work on the window film. And the chain, while the smallest size, could have uses. The blue balloons, brass tubes, and guitar cord are out for delivery.

Tuna mac is on the list for today. Eggs ackley too, if I get the ambition. I need to start my analysis of available doctors today, so that may be a deterrent.

A humid morning, mid 60s.

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I just opened the windows as the temp reaches 72°F at 9 am. I’m about ready for a snooze.

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I am convinced that the sound of a can opener, regardless of its design, in the act of opening a can, is embedded firmly in the genes of felis catus. A cat will automatically come investigate. And a whiff of the packing water from a can of tuna (TJ, tuna juice) will cause a cat to involuntarily go manic. I hadn’t gotten the can half opened before Myka was in the kitchen, and it has been quite some time since I opened a can of tuna. She got to lick the can clean and then had a bowl (three serving spoon limit) of TJ. She is definitely a contented kitty.

Tuna mac is in the tub is about to go in the fridge, a few more degrees to go. TJ is in the fridge. So I got one entree made today., Myka’s choice. I’m not complaining, the cheese sauce is proper.

Myka also got fresh treats from a tub that was just unsealed. Another kitty joy. The word “fresh” is another immediate attention getter, instant mania. That was followed by her wet food with extra gravy. Then came the TJ.

The fan is on, pointed at the desk, less than a foot away. Myka has set herself in her slot, in the path of the air flow, sharing it with me. Ooooo, what a lucky cat she was.

It’s too late to start on other entrees today. But I got a start, and the ingredients for the other two will keep. There s a chance of spudacado tonight, if I dice the pork tenderloin.

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I diced the pork tenderloin with the setting sun streaming in the kitchen door. Ideal cutting light, timing was perfect. So making spudacado is simply a matter of assembly and heat.

Rabbits rabbits rabbits…

Going through the Ytube channels, all but one posted this week, most of them today. An impressive showing indeed. It will take a while to get through them.

And I’m going to need to get some sleep, having missed a bunch of the usual hours this morning. ↓

I applied myself to Vine this morning, starting shortly after midnight. It was a big dump, but I only came out with two items. I was being picky. I got a 1/8″ to 1/4″ stereo adapter (primarily for headphones on pro gear) and a volt meter/USB charger port that replaces a cigarette lighter unit (truck). I was hoping to get one that just plugs in to the lighter unit, but I got beat to it. From the description, I thought that I was getting one that plugged in, but alas, it was deceptive. With Vine, there is just not enough time to nitpick the details, even in the dead of night. Read and you lose. I’ll have to think about it, as the battery is getting old, and it would be helpful to see voltage rather than just the current gauge..

Deliveries due today, tomorrow, and Wednesday. Six items, all Vine. Closing February and opening March.

I’m planning on getting eggs ackley made today. I’m not in the mood for sausage gravy today. As much as I like it, it’s just not sparking a desire this morning. It will keep.

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Add one more Vine item, a double USB 3.0 port module for the truck. That brings it to 7 items on tracking watch. That one was the result of a search.

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I applied the registration sticker on the truck windshield and put the insurance card in the glove box. So I’m legally covered in appearance.

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The holographic garland arrived. They dazzle in sunlight.

I haven’t cooked today, and the sun is getting low. But never fear, I’ll get there. I just spent the day sleeping, catching up on what I missed before sunrise. I won’t starve.

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I spent money, twice. One, an online order for Myka’s kibbles, with other stuff that I could have gotten locally, for free shipping. Tomorrow is the delivery of the rest (a plug-in USB charger, heat shrink, and purrree for Myka.) For me, locally, I got macaroni, hotdogs, and Goldfish. So add two more deliveries. That makes it two deliveries tomorrow, one Tuesday, and somewhere between one and three (inclusive) on Wednesday. I won’t be spending money for a while, unless the price on the scooter drops. Maybe a loaf of bread.

Sick of watching the news.

Today is a day for cooking. Temp at sunrise was 55°F, high is forecast at 85°F. Dew point is at 50°F, I’m not sure where the dry air went. Standard Saturday chores, nothing extraneous outside of creating entrees and cleaning up after myself.

I fed and released the horde this morning, so I am now off the clock, barring an emergency. I now have only Myka and myself to tend. And I’m not in a big hurry. Neither is Myka. I may snooze first.

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I snoozed awhile. I woke with a slight headache and sore lymph nodes. I’m waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in before I get busy.

Sunny, 80°F. Moderate breeze off the Gulf.

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I got set up for making tuna mac, the water was starting to boil, and I found the mac was infested. Oh well, I can get more pasta, just not today. Tuna rotini? A momentum killer, to say the least. What to do with boiling water?

Not much else happening. I guess I’ll figure out a quick fix. No shortage there, spudacado is an option if I dice the pork tenderloin. Hmmm.

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With my ambitions dashed, I ate a couple of hotdogs. That’s called going low. But it was easy and gave my stomach something to do. Myka had nibbles too, kitty’s revenge (cat eats dog).

Windows were closed at 8 pm. Central heat isn’t on, though, indoor ambient is adequate for short sleeves at 76°F.

The holographic garland is due tomorrow. It’s in Humble, Tx and will be at the local PO in the morning for Sunday delivery. The other three items, blue and gold balloons, 10′ guitar cord, and 1′ X10″ brass tubes (2), will be here Monday or Tuesday. I hit it big yesterday on Vine by being there after a late night dump, before the feeding frenzy arrived. The brass tubes will used as pipas for the bodhran. Amazon is having in-house tracking issues on their site. A weekend thing, waiting for the coders to get back to work to fix it.

Farewell to February. Not the most typical month, but by no means the toughest.

Mad money returns, and the big question is the scooter. I’m not jumping on it yet. Nor on anything else. Temptations for Myka is the only thing on the shopping list. Minis and tamales for the weekend, maybe. They could wait until Monday, as far as that goes. I’m not in any big hurry to spend money.

No internet bill yet. February has a way of throwing things off.

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Well, I went to the store anyway. Temptations, minis, tamales. The light fog was condensing on the windshield, the wipers saw use. So I’m home for the weekend.

I have horde sitting duties tonight, tomorrow morning.

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Sun has set, civilian twilight. Mid 70s now, down from 88°F. I got the avocados peeled, mashed, and in the fridge under lime juice. No hurry on the spudacado. I will need to cook tomorrow, at least one entree, if not two.

I also got the ice bin filled. I need to wash forks, I’ve run out of the preferred set. That is all that’s left to do here. Put up the horde in a couple hours. Pretty lazy day today.

The library is smiling. I now have the collective works of the primary five cartoonists in the National Lampoon Comics. Mary K. Brown, B. Kliban, Vaughn Bode, Edward Gorey, and Jeffery Jones. Such delightfully warped visions. Such fond memories. The measure of how they changed my life is incalculable. I have them all now to enjoy at my beck and call.

Myka is stirring mischief this morning. Then again, I was playing music. I may have to bear the burden of blame for that. I gave her pulled pork as a seditive.

The month looks to end with highs in the mid-80s. The house will be open. Definitely springtime. *sigh*

The carpet seam tape that I ordered from Vine is at the local PO. It should be here today. It will go in the office supplies box with the rest of the tape.

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12 hours to payday, tick tock. *yawn* The only thing on the shopping list is Temptations for Myka. I could probably add a few things, minis, tamales, etc. But I was pretty thorough whittling down the mad money. No internet bill yet, no Piroulines from Amazon.

Waiting for the carpet seam tape to show at the front door. And lo and behold, there it is. That didn’t take long waiting. Myka took her time sniffing the package. It must have been interesting. And now it’s a stored away, still sealed. There’s nothing else to be delivered at this point in time..

There isn’t much planned for the afternoon, except maybe tuna mac, getting Myka her TJ.

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Nothing happened for the afternoon. I watched a rather long movie, and a couple of Ytube channels. I had a chicken salad sandwich. Slept. Didn’t think about money, except the movie money in the movie.

Not a whole lot to talk about as the sun sets. Not a whole lot of energy to form complicated thoughts worth discussing. It’s much more the simple moment of the present, a blank slate. Relaxed. No cooking, but Myka was fed.

Apple finally charged me for a purchase that I made two weeks ago. So mad money ends up at $3.36. I can handle that.

The Idyl – I’m Age book is in town, but the PO hasn’t registered it yet, too early. It will show up within a couple of hours. The book should be delivered in about 7 hours.

Not much planned today, maybe get a fresh bag of ice. Make sandwiches. Lump day.

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The house was opened at 9 am. Myka has been sitting at the doors and office window soaking up the fresh air, taking in the sounds. Breeze is out of the SSW at 19 mph/G 27. There’s no clouds in the sky, a little hazy. Dew point is in the 50s. A nice morning.

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$5 worth of gas and a bag of ice. A quick run took care of the last of the errands of the month. The truck only needed 2 gallons to top off from local errands this month. It was a close fit on the ice bin and Myka’s bag and water container, but I managed to empty the bag. So the run took care of the end of the month neatly. I’m $1.64 under the limit. It seldom gets that close.

So now I’m set through tomorrow. On Friday, it starts all over again. The price on the scooter is steady, no dip yet. I’m in no hurry to jump at it.

The book should be here within two hours. I’ll not be fooled by rubber chickens.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-fluUQApO8

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No sooner did I save the above than I heard a blunk from the front door. It’s here.

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I could not get through the whole book, despite it being under 100 pages. Too much visual information per page. But alas, the joy. A perfect addition to the library.

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It hit 83°F earlier, it’s down to 78°F now. Enjoying it.

I finished off the previous batch of pulled pork. Then I napped. The day is winding down now, and I have 2 forks to wash. Myka has grabbed the LZB, I need to refill my drink. Typical lump day.

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Trying to figure out what I want for dinner. The ready options in the lead are chicken salad, lasagna bowl, or chicken fajitas. That I can’t decide says something about how hungry I’m not. I’ll probably wait until something stands out from the possibilities.

I managed to finish Idyl – I’m Age. Now I’m considering getting the collection A Life in Art. I’d have to settle for a used copy, as it doesn’t seem to be in print any longer. It contains many of the book covers that I’ve owned, Fritz Leiber and others. There is also The Art of Jeffery Jones, also used only. Idyl was the important one, and it alone would suffice. Options for the future to keep in mind.

This small area of the Texas countryside has a 20°F temperature gradient, from 45°F here in a small area of town (happy to say that) to 25°F out in the countryside. Airport shows 32°F. This is all inside a 6 mile long area.

Myka, dishes, laundry, freezer, trash. Those are today’s chores. None are happening until it warms up a bit. Tomorrow morning’s low is around 60°F. High today is in the mid-70s, tomorrow, the 80s. Waiting for the coolness to depart. Especially for rearranging the top loader for the pulled pork…

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Using every trick in the topology textbook and micromanaging, I got the pulled pork in the top loader with zero push on the lid. It was very micro… And the trash is gathered, it just needs to go to the curb. Laundry just needs detergent and a push. Myka and dishes are grumpy about being ignored. But it just turned noon, so I’m not worried.

I’m making out a shopping list. Produce, chicken salad, bread, penne noodles, alfredo sauce, pan sausage, and milk is it so far. Roughly $35. I’m planning sausage gravy, and I’m thinking tuna mac (primarily for Myka to get TJ, it’s been awhile). I’ll probably go again Thursday, when I have a better idea of what Apple is going to do. So I’m not aiming high yet. After today, it will be about $0 or $32 mad money, which is ideal. Maybe I’ll think of something else that doesn’t need freezing.

The house is open. Wind is out of the south.

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I made the store run. I expected to spend around $37, it totaled $33. So there is $4 left on mad money, $36 if Apple dawdles. I’ll make a run on Thursday if need be.

So everything is put away. Groceries, dishes, laundry, et al. I have a fork and a paring knife (pulled pork) to wash. The dust kitties are starting to pile up as Myka starts shedding her winter coat. I need to do a little vacuuming in the daylight. Things are pretty much behind me at the moment. I’m not counting projects, there’ll always be projects.

Can’t complain..

The roast was flipped at 5 am. The bone has started detaching, but it is still clinging in the core. Halfway there, another seven or eight hours to go.

Slept well. Woke to Myka bathing between my calves. The thermometer in the window reads 42°F, the airport says 38°F. I can’t say that I blame her for finding the warmest spot in the house, next to the slow cooker, to get wet.

My beard is starting to get too curly. I will have to trim it back, but not today or tomorrow. I’ll wait for it to wam up a bit.

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The bone was pulled at 8:30 am. It came loose clean, but it was not easy to pull from the T shaped cross-section, separating part of the roast. From here on, it’s tenderizing. It will separate now, but it will be easier to chew with a few more hours. I’m in no hurry to tackle the separation and bagging.

It’s reached 51°F in the window. Forecast high is 62°F. Except for the roast, it’s a lazy day. And the roast hasn’t gotten all that busy this morning, a few easy minutes here or there. Myka approved of the nibbles.

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The Idyl – I’m Age book has shipped from Omaha, expected Wednesday.

I tested the pork, and I could pull it now. Myka definitely approved, devouring the whole sample put before her. But I’m going to leave it in a a few hours longer.

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The heat was turned off and the surface skimmed at 1:10 pm. Total cook time, 14.5 hours plus coasting. It will take time in the large crock pot to cool down to a safe handling temperature. I will begin draining the broth with a ladle in a bit to hurry it along.

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4 pm, about half way through the processing. The lard has been separated from the big chunk and bagged. I haven’t bagged and weighed the meat yet. Taking a break for my back. About a third remains in the crock. So about half way there. The messiest part is behind me, but not all the mess. No guess yet as to how much of the 11 lb roast is final product. Bone, fat, and liquid all add up. I have about 2.5 qt of broth, with 1 qt of chicken broth as a starter. That’s a 3 lb loss there. Maybe 6 lb of pulled pork. Maybe 5 lb.

Well, back to it. I want to be done before dark.

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5 lb 2 oz. 5 bags. A bag every 2 months, 3 to 4 sandwiches each. Heavy in the summer. 18 sandwiches, $23.50. $1.30/sandwich for a $12 sandwich at a bbq joint. The batch, $18.50 meat only, would have cost $100. Worth the labor. No photos of this batch. Now for the dishes…

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My back gave out before I got to the dishes. But I got the ice bin filled, I finished the pate, and the pulled pork and broth are now in the fridge. All the dishes are consolidated and compressed into a small area of counter space that won’t make it difficult to use the kitchen. It can wait awhile.

It’s civil twilight for a few more minutes. 60°F. And I’m ready to relax before it cools down, no need to cocoon.. My body gave a good effort, I got everything needed in the fridge, all the trash tossed. I’m ready for trash tomorrow, no recycling this week. Laundry to wash the new Ts, plus dish towel for today’s duties and hand towel. The usual for Myka. Get the pulled pork in the freezer, somehow. That’s about it for tomorrow. Wednesday will be getting a new bag of ice.

Not sure what I’m watching tonight. I’m kind of in the mood for something stupid.

I’m back in my alpaca sweater this morning, with temps outside in the low 40s.

I didn’t get started on the pulled pork last night, or the tater bits. I just wasn’t up for the tasks. For what it’s worth, I slept solidly last night. It’s been a slow start for the day. Core temp not wanting to kick start.

T-shirts and whiteboard markers deliveries are due today. Not much else to do today. The chores got done yesterday.

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Afternoon, sunny, low 60s. The markers and T-shirts arrived. Something on the box really attracted Myka’s nose. Myka was fed, fresh can day, she was thrilled.

It was a morning made for sleeping. I need to grab some lunch, probably pulled pork.

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I dumped the spuds. They hadn’t gone soft, but they weren’t firm either. They were starting to flex with a push. I ignored them too long. Indication that while I wanted to eat them, I didn’t want to deal with cooking them. Dicing, washing dishes in cool weather, et al. I have curly fries and sweet potato fries in the freezers, far less labor. And I have pulled pork production tonight, no need to siphon energy away from that.

I decided to forego the onion in the pulled pork. The store is too busy, it will be too cool for the truck tonight without a defroster. They don’t freeze well, and future menu is not going in that direction. I’ll just stay home and do without a nonessential ingredient. I will stock up on produce later this week, with eggs ackley in mind.

Getting myself geared up for the slow cooker setup. I had pate for a late lunch. Myka was asleep, no kitty tax.

It looks like Apple might charge me for the purchase before payday, but still no guarantee. Not sure about the internet, so I’ll hold that one until after the deposit. Mad money now stands tentatively at $37. I can deal with that.

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I made a stab at negative white space with Google’s Image_fx, and out of about 80 tries, I came up with these two that actually made it.

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I want to express utter disgust at the concept of anti-time, that was introduced in the series finale of Star Trek – The Next Generation. I have to say that there were numerous issues that I had within all of season 7 of the series, primarily due to the changes in management/production, but anti-time was the absolute worst pseudo-scientific concept that I’ve ever encountered in science fiction. Horrible. You may as well have anti-space. I am never going to get this abomination out of my head.

It’s time to rub the roast and get the pulled pork started.

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The lid went on the roast, switch set on high, at 10:40 pm. It barely fits with coaxing. Switch it over to low setting at midnight. Expected cook time, 14 – 16 hours, which makes it roughly noon – 3 pm tomorrow.

I am looking at mad money with six days to go until payday. As it stands, I have $76 to spend, assuming the Piroulines don’t ship ths coming week. I’ll hold paying the internet bill until after payday.

One thing I want to get online is a copy of Jeffery Jones I’m Age/Idyl collection. Paperback is $25, but I don’t think it will ship and be charged until after payday. So I haven’t ordered it yet. But I might go ahead and order it anyway. It’s a small price and wouldn’t upset anything financially. I’d need to add $10 to the order for free shipping.

Well, I ordered the book, and I got a couple more pocket T-shirts (same as standard) as free shipping. It ships this week, due Thursday. If I pay the internet bill before payday, that leaves $7 to go on mad money.

Well, it’s Saturday morning, currently in nautical twilight. There’s not many things to do, fold laundry, ice bin, a few dishes, Myka’s cabana. The biggest task is pulled pork, and I still haven’t set the schedule. My first guess is start tonight, bag tomorrow.

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I’ve done all chores except dishes, and I was waiting for it to warm a bit. I have cooking to do later, both pulled pork and tater bits. I managed to get the chores done in a burst.

Today hosts the last of the warm weather for a few days, until Wednesday. The wind has already turned around from the north, and cooler temps are destined to follow tonight. So it will definitely be time to run the oven for the next few nights. Fortunately, the spuds are still firm, despite the eyes they’ve sprouted.

The second batch of pressure washer nozzles arrived, pretty much the same as the first. They’re in the toolbox with the first batch. It was a whim to get two sets. It won’t hurt.

I had a nap instead of eating lunch. So now it’s time to dig into the pulled pork, make myself a sandwich.

I didn’t get kolaches last night, and I only have two left, for Sat/Sun. It’s either this morning or Sunday to go get more. I think I’d rather do it today. I still have the heavy stuff to unload from the truck before I head that way. Since I only need the one thing, I’ll be using the west door, which means not so early.

The camper top keys left Bryan this morning and should be reaching town about now, if they didn’t make stops in between. The nozzles are still in San Antonio. They must really like them to keep them for so long.

Upper-60s in the window this morning, mid-70s in the office, ambient.

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I made the morning store run. So I’m good for most of next week. I can stay home and dawdle. I need to figure out a schedule for slow cooking the pork shoulder roast. Startig it is not the peak labor, it’s breaking it up and bagging it.

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The new keys look a lot different than the old. I’m surprised the old one was still working. The new ones have tested out, one on my key ring, the other a spare. My, what a difference 33 years make. I could have never make a proper new one from a blank.

I had one of the lasagna bowls that I got at the store last night for lunch. It put me down for a solid nap.

The R stands for retentive. Google is doing everything in its power to force people to be signing in. They can’t stand anonymous data mining, so they deny services and force delays on those who choose to remain anonymous (IP notwithstanding). It makes me regret standing behind them in their early days.

It’s an overcast morning. The low temp this morning was 70°F, and it’s a whole 3°F warmer approaching noon.

No commerce so far this week, except for a bag of ice. Tomorrow the camper shell keys are due to arrive. The tire repair screws are in tracking limbo, show departing a processing center on Monday. The pressure washer nozzles went from Amazon in San Antonio to USPS in San Antonio to the USPS Distribution in San Antonio, They’re due Saturday, if they can ever get out of San Antonio.

There’s one small serving of TLC penne alfredo left in the fridge. I need to thaw something today or survive off of quick fix. I’m planning on thawing a burger pattie for this evening, which will help with the bread usage. I think that I’ll thaw the last pulled pork, to encourage me to make more.

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The tire repair screws limbo ended up being the front porch, a week early. In the next two days, everything will be received except the Piroulines, which are still on back order.

Pulled pork is in the sink thawing. A burger pattie is sitting atop the stovetop pilot, doing the same more quickly. I’ll have the burger for lunch, the penne tonight.

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The pulled pork is in the fridge. The ice bin has been filled. Myka has been fed and given ice water. Dishes are washed. The tire repair screws are in the truck, a few in the tool box lid if needed. The trash and recycling bins are in their space. My drink is full.

After I take a quick break, I’ll prep and cook the burger, which is thawed. Then I’m done for the day. I may make a store run this evening, stock up for the weekend and get a Boston butt to make pulled pork. It will sit in the fridge until I’m ready to make the next batch this weekend. That will give me time to prep the freezer for the required space.

Bacon gouda burger time.

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Myka enjoyed the burger nibbles, beef, cheese, and bacon. I have one more pattie in the kitchen freezer, and 12 more (4 lb) in the top loader. Unfortunately, a single pattie takes up a very small space, not an efficient way to make room. But it was a satisfying meal. I do enjoy the San Antonio Porterhouse rub on the burger. So does Myka.

So, my chores for the day are done. This is not to say that all tasks are done, just today’s. Laundry, work on the truck, roasting tater bits, washing the mini-pan, and more remain undone. I’m not worried about that.

As I lay in the LZB, I pondered once again on the difficulty of time travel as presented in science fiction. As typically presented, a person travels in time and ends up at the very same location on the surface of the Earth as they left, as if space and time were separate entities. They are not. The Earth rotates, revolves around the Sun, which revolves around the center of the Milky Way, which expands away from the rest of the universe. Our velocity relative to the universe is about 74 km/s, but the vector varies with rotation and revolution. Transversing the distance in synch with traversing time through the gravity wells would be impossible with our technical ability today. Hence, time travel is strictly a mental exercise and the stuff of dreams. Forget the paradoxes, they don’t exist.

Part of this comes from dreams. Due to daily metoprolol dosage to slow my heart rate about 6-8 bpm, I am dreaming more often and remembering them in short term. They often emerge into waking state as lucid dreaming. These can happen two or three times a day. Most of these dreams happen in the past. My parents and old friends are often in them. My body functions like a much younger body. Part of this is a mental preference to my younger days when there were fewer physical boundaries. I’m not all that much weaker than I used to be, I can still lift and carry over 60 pounds with ease. (The doctors tell me to keep it below 35 pounds, so I don’t press my luck..) But I had more stamina and fewer pains when stressed. And I had more social life back then. (Not that I’m without friends, I just stay home more often.) But dreaming gives me a mentally more active life. It’s my time travel, even if it is usually a little on the dumb side, the subconscious trying to compete with the conscious.

I have enjoyed my life, over all. Yes, there were mistakes, and misunderstandings and pains in the rear. But over all, I have enjoyed living. I have good friends. I have shared music with true talent. I’ve made my laugh lines sore. I’ve made others laugh. Life is good.

I got into an Amazon Vine product dump feeding frenzy this morning, came away with nothing. I had nine rejections, beat to the punch every time. Oh well, no big deal, nothing I would have spent mad money acquiring. Three tool bags was the big one, the rest were nice but not utile. It’s like a school of piranha tasting blood. Fast ain’t good enough. Pure serendipity.

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Have mercy, Easter candy is already on sale. I just dropped $40 on more Reese’s white chocolate eggs. I have essentially doubled what I have left from last year. *snort* I won’t be buying much more. And I will be stepping up consumption over the next year. I was far too cautious in 2025.

I got an 11 lb Boston butt, the biggest one they had, $14. It will fit the 8 qt slow cooker, barely. I will have pulled pork this summer. The briskets scared me, $110. Sheesh.

I took a scooter ride this morning, and the scooter seemed slow, slower than it used to be. I’m wondering if the batteries are losing power after a year. I never got to 20 mph, and even the shallow upgrades were around 5 mph. Still, it got me there and back without having to walk (except at the RR tracks, as always).

Mid 70s for the afternoon, overcast skies keeping it from reaching the 80s. Nice snoozing weather. There is a cool spot in the forecast, starting Saturday night, bouncing back on Wednesday. Lows will be in the 40s, no freezing.

I finished off the beans and rice for lunch. It was a good way to see me through Mardi Gras. The penne has two small servings or one big one. I need to figure out what’s next on the menu. I still need to roast the tater bits. And I’ve been wanting a burger. I have a loaf and a half of bread to consume, I may use the last of the pulled pork and give myself an excuse to get a Boston butt to make more. It’s a lot cheaper than brisket ($12 vs $70).

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The day is winding down, no real chores today. There are things I want to do, but I didn’t do any of them. They weren’t required today. Make a store run, arrange the freezers, take a soak, etc. Nah. It has been a lumper.

About to have cajun black beans and rice w/ham to celebrate Mardi Gras. I slept much of the morning. It just felt too good being horizontal.

I hung a green, purple, and gold balloon bouquet in the front yard. It’s dangling from the end of a cherry laurel branch, the string long enough to keep it from colliding with anything, so no risk of popping unless we get gale force breezes off the Gulf. (Not likely.)

I plan on making the spicy roasted tater bits in a short while. I was too tired last night to tackle it. But the house is open, and the breeze out of the south is exiting the kitchen door. So it should keep the kitchen temp down with the oven running.

It’s also trash and recycling day. So it will be a little on the busy side today.

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Trash and recycling are together and ready to go out. Kitchen is swept. Ice bin and Myka’s bag are filled, a fresh bag of ice is in the top loader.

Time to feed Myka. The breaks are on the long side today. Upper 70s make it slow.

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Trash and recycling are outside, Myka has been fed. The only thing left is to dice and roast the spuds and wash the subsequent dishes. Glad to get there.

I think I’ll get into some fresh duds. Set up for a batch of laundry tomorrow morning.

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It’s dark, and it’s starting to cool down. The low is forecast at 63°F, dew point at 60°F. The house is closed, but it should cool down enough to run the oven tonight.

Instead of starting in on the spuds, I took a needed nap. I woke with a stiff neck and a bit of a headache. It’s not that critical to start roasting now, but soon. I got everything else done, only a couple of forks needing to be washed. So I can rest up and let the ibuprofen kick in. Of course, Myka took the LZB when I vacated. She needs her rest too.

Boston butts go on sale tomorrow, and I’m debating getting one for pulled pork. I have one bag left in the freezer, and they’ll be welcome as the weather heats up. I need to take a serious look at freezer space through the eyes of a topologist.

In the 40s this morning, cooler than it has been for over a week. It’s also foggy, temp hitting the dew point with vigor out in the countryside, but not here in town where the humidity is only 98%. Dawn is brightening.

Myka is back in the graces again. The office door is open, but she hasn’t been given any treats yet. They’ll come this morning.

The inner tube patches and Mardi Gras balloons are at the local PO, but it’s President’s Day, a federal holiday. Amazon has a contract with USPS to deliver on Sundays and some of the holidays. Amazon tracking says they’ll be here today. USPS doesn’t list anything except departure. Time will tell.

Chores are done this morning, nothing needs doing. I’ll have to consider if I want to tackle a project today.

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The balloons and patches are out for delivery. Federal holidays don’t apply to Amazon freebies. I got notice from Bauer about the keys being shipped, or at least have been given a tracking number. Odds are, USPS won’t deal with them until tomorrow.

It’s in the 60s outside the window. Forecasts say low to mid 70s for a high his afternoon. I look forward to opening the house.

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The house is open. Myka is sitting on the desk at the window, taking in the outside world. She had her wet food, thrilled after missing it yesterday. She is back in her groove again.

I had tamales for brunch, finishing off the package. I have half of the beans and rice left, and over half of the penne. I won’t need to go to quick fix for at least two days. I may thaw the mulligan stew and see how it sits. I also have spuds left that need cooking, probably in spicy roasted bits.

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I had a full bowl of TLC penne alfredo for an early dinner, and it knocked me out, so that I missed the sunset. As soon as I got up to close up the house, Myka took my pre-warmed spot. She is definitely back in rhythm.

This evening is no speedier than the day.

The wind is blowing out of the northwest, a low pressure cell over northern Mississippi driving the breeze. Upper 50s, sun peeking through the overcast, humid.

Not very ambitious this morning. Furnace was off last night, wasn’t too cold, but definitely cool, and that has made me less than ambitious. But Myka got treats and ice water, so she is happy. Fortunately, a few dishes (mostly rinsed forks) is the only chore, and I am waiting for warmer temps later in the day.

Today’s menu is the same as yesterday’s, kolache, tamales, beans and rice, penne alfredo. Easy cuisine for an easy day.

Mr Thrifty is the rule for the next 12 days. I am set up for it.

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I just spent $15 on a pair of keys for the truck camper shell, ordered from the manufacturer. Half of that was for shipping and taxes. The keys are code cut for the product, which is better than trying to copy the only key I have, worn down by 33 years of use. I’ll feel much better with a new key on the ring and a spare. They should be here this week. I could have waited and been Mr Thrifty, but eh.

I could have gotten blanks locally and cut my own, since I got the file set at the first of the month, but again, the key is dreadfully worn, and I’m surprised it still works. It would have been an estimate at best. I got the keys from the source, which should be accurate.

Myka is catus non grata. I was brushing her, and she bit and clawed me. I chased her out of the office and shut the door. No blood flowed, but there is a red spot. She can go without her wet food today. Now she is begging at the door for my attention.

I believe that St. Valentine’s Day was created to help couples resist doing each other in during the peak of winter cabin fever season. Today, in this era of central heat, modern transportation, and flights to Cancun, it’s more intended to sell flowers and candy.

Here, it’s a rainy day, though most of the rain has fallen elsewhere. So far, 0.05″, but more is on the way. We need it. The low was 67°F, due to a dew point of 66°F. It’s hanging around 70°F today. The house is closed due to the humidity.

I’ve been slow on chores. I refilled the ice bin, fed Myka, and that’s it. I still need to wash 5 forks and sift Myka’s cabana. I’m not being negligent, just slow. It’s a lumper. I was busy enough this week.

I discovered that the electric scooter I want was available for $300 for over five weeks in the last three months. I’ve pretty much decided to get one, but now I’m waiting to see if the price to drops again.

I’ve had tamales and beans and rice today. I’ll have penne tonight.

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Rain fell heavily with pea size hail, accumulating over an inch in about 10 minutes. Very little of the rain ran off, most of it soaked in.

I’m glad that I hadn’t started painting the truck.

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I paid storage rent, and found that my online banking is down for system upgrade. It won’t be back online until Tuesday morning. Alas…

Rainfall is up to 1.25″ today, with more to come, though nothing like the big dump we had earlier.

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I sent $140 to Apple. Mad money is at $36. Add $56 for the Piroulines and internet, to $92, if I don’t pay those this month. I won’t be using my debit card much for the next 13 days. I have $500 in other sources, above $1K bank account base. I’m not worried. I can go forward with plans to buy the scooter upgrade.

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It’s cooling down, the front behind the storm train has us in the 50s. It will be in the 40s Monday morning, then warming back up to spring weather again.

I had the penne for dinner. Multing. Video, games, staring off into the darkness, etc. Too close to evening meds to kick Myka out of the LZB. She’ll probably be my foot warmer again the next few nights.

I need to start eating the desserts in the fridge. I’ve been ignoring them in favor of the snack drawer. I stocked up on Reese’s White Easter Eggs, and I didn’t keep pace through the year, now I’m overstocked and having to catch up before this Easter candy season.. Nothing wrong with them, I just lost the rhythm. Now my focus is entrees.

I had a serving of the TLC penne alfredo for dinner yesterday. And then I made a store run later in the evening, as I previously described, adding the lasagna bowl for testing as an alternative to the lasagna. But I haven’t eaten except the usual light breakfast. I should eat, but I’ll probably sleep instead.

Myka has been on a tear this morning. She found a face mask in the deep empty shelf next to the desk, which is reserved for her. Rather than let her shred it, I swapped out a mouse toy for it She went bonkers until she finally ran out of energy. Now she’s about to beat me to sleep.

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We slept, and then Myka took the LZB when I got up. I should eat, and the lasagna bowl is just too big for the freezer in its current state. So that will be my late lunch.

I ordered 30 inner tube patches from Amazon Vine. They’re due Monday Another item for the scooter tire road kit. I hope to never need them, so it’s convenient there’s no cost. There has been a lot of new stuff, but I have been picky about not grabbing the artsy stuff for the sake of grabbing. Other people will scour those. I saw three self-adhesive wallpaper rolls that looked interesting, but I’d never use them. Only the utile now.

It won’t be long (February 24th) before my initial evaluation period with Vine is up, and then I’ll see if they keep me on. I won’t qualify for gold status, I have 24 reviews, I need 80. I’ve ordered $387 worth (full sticker, actual sale price is less). I have a 96% review rate, and all my reviews were rated excellent. I’m not an eager beaver, but I am conscientious in my writing. I suspect they’ll keep me on as silver status. But if they drop me, I won’t cry. I got even with them and then some for the times they contradicted themselves in customer service at my expense.

Amazon asked me if I wanted to keep the Piroulines on order. They’re just too popular to keep up with demand. It’s been a month since I chose them as a free shipping item, but the price is too good to let it go. They haven’t charged me yet. I’ll need to add the price to mad money, which won’t hurt this month, thanks to truck insurance.

Friday the 13th, followed by St Valentine’s day… Which is worse?

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I just contradicted myself on Vine, I just got a Mardi Gras balloon arch kit. 150 latex metallic balloons in purple, green, gold, and gold confetti, in 5″, 10″, 12″, and 18″. (Air pump is not included.) I’m not sure if it will get here by Fat Tuesday, but I won’t cry if it doesn’t. It says Monday delivery.

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I ate the lasagna bowl, dressed with extra mozzarella and parmesan, it does the trick. I’m not crazy about the box size for the round bowl, lots of wasted freezer space, but it has enough flavor, and I can live without the ricotta. Costs less, too.

A pair of owls are fussing it up outside as dusk progresses.

I woke early this morning, earlier than usual. And as usual, the time went nowhere, a slow mix of watching shows and reading news, grabbing a kolache and a couple of minis for breakfast, and generally passing time waiting for the sun to rise so that I could go back to sleep. A well worn routine these days.

Since I updated three of five of my digital devices at my desk yesterday evening, I decided to forego rebooting. I’ve forgotten to reboot on occasion with no ill effect, so I’m willing to let it slide this morning. The exception to that was my phone, to test to see if the wallpaper bug still exists. So far, so good.

I plan on cooking today, both the TLC penne alfredo and cajun black beans and rice w/ham. There is nothing scheduled to interfere with the intent.

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I got in my morning snooze, I’m feeling more energetic, and the house is open. So now it’s time to focus on the kitchen. Feeding Myka is the first chore in line. In the meantime, she’ll be content to look and listen outside.

I scanned Vine this morning, a new crop of items, some almosts, but nothing really asking to come home with me. I’m waiting for the pair of blue ice scoops to show up on the porch in the next couple of hours.

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The cajun black beans and rice with ham is on the stovetop simmering. (taadaa) The penne alfredo, being the more complex an operation, comes second.

The scoops arrived. They are smaller than I anticipated. I would say the are better suited for cocktail mixing than full glass filling. However, they are easier in controlling the ice than the stainless scoop, less spilled.

Mid 70s at noon. Sunny, light scattered clouds. Light breeze from the west. Dew point about 50°F. Nice day for cooking.

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The beans and rice are on the stove resting. Time to boot Myka from the LZB and get reset for the penne.

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I had a short nap, not unusual for me in the early afternoon. It gave me a shot of energy while letting the pot on the stove cool.

The beans and rice are in the fridge, one quart total, a small batch. I didn’t eat any of them yet, as I’m not particularly hungry at this point. Dishes are washed and drying. I’ll start the penne soon. I have three hours before sunset, for what it’s worth.

Myka is snoozing on the desk, parked next to the open window, inches away from my hands. She seems content to be keeping me company while keeping an ear open to the outside world.

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Three quarts of penne in the fridge. Like the beans and rice, I haven’t eaten any yet. Letting the pot and jar soak before washing. Then I’m done for the day. 90 minutes to sunset.

I cooked. Two entrees in the fridge. Three of the older bags in the top loader are used. Proper maintenance rotation. Add the tamales, a good base menu going into the weekend.

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Dishes are done. I’m done for the day. I’ve got options in the fridge. Time to relax.

I might make a store run. I see paper bowls listed in stock. Mozzarella, cheddar, kibbles, wet food. Wouldn’t hurt to stock up on minis too. Later, when it’s less crowded.

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I got the list above, though they were out of the gravy kibbles, so I switched to seafood, the last one she was eating well. I could have waited for a restock or bought a 16 lb bag. But nah, I grabbed what they had. So I’m well stocked and set for the weekend and beyond.

I got a Marie Callander’s lasagna bowl, see if it measures up as an alternative. The boxes are considerably larger, but only 1.25 oz more. They cost a dollar less. I had a bowl of the penne, roughly a pint of it. (One down, five to go.) So I probably won’t try the lasagna tonight. I don’t need double pasta.

So now I’m kicking back and taking it easy. Everything is in proper order.

The day started earlier than normal, and Myka was sleeping in my office chair, something she hasn’t done much this winter. She has since vacated the office. Last that I saw of her was atop the fridge.

Today is pretty simple, cook a couple of entrees, TLC penne alfredo and cajun black beans and rice with ham. The meat will be diced. That’s pretty much it. Bring in the trash bin after pickup.

It’s 65°F this morning. My sleeves are short.

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The sun is heading down, an hour until sunset. I got the TLC and the ham diced, but I haven’t started cooking yet. I’ll get them made when I get some energy. I had the second link of smoked boudin (second pack) for a late lunch, so I’m not in a big hurry to eat. I got the prep done while the sun was up, the important thing. Myka enjoyed TLC nibbles.

I’m updating the laptop, phone, and newer iPad. There are also new app updates to go with it. I’m hoping that it will fix the wallpaper bug on the phone.

I slept fairly well today. It’s been a fairly relaxing day. Only chore at hand is washing cutting boards and knives. Everything but that and cooking and washing pots is done. I’m in slow mode and not worried about it.

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I got the knives washed while there was still sunlight, along with the cutting boards and a couple of forks. So I am at a stopping place. I’m finishing the updates, with the laptop.

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The laptop has been updated, along with the phone and tablet. For what it’s worth, I got no black screen on the phone for wallpaper. Now to see if it repeats it every time there’s a reboot.

Now I’m free to cook when I feel like it. All chores and tasks are done for the time being, until I get busy inn the kitchen. Neither entree is labor intensive at this point. Dump, set fire, and wash pots.

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I decided to snooze instead of cook. Just as well. I can cook tomorrow.

I haven’t slept much in the last 30 hours, and I don’t have a decent reason for it. Yawning, drooping eyes, slumping, all the prelude to somnolent bliss, but no shut eye to speak of.

I have 2 TLC leg quarters in the fridge to skin and debone this morning, before trash goes to the curb. Dicing and making penne alfredo is whenever I get to it. The rest of the day is up for grabs.

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I finally got some sleep. Not enough to catch up, but enough to flush most of the toxins. Still a few in the bloodstream, a slight headache, it should be enough for ibuprofen to handle.

It’s 67°F in the window at 9:30 am. It will warm up enough to open the house soon. Overcast, calm, dew point in the low 60s.

I will start on the TLC prep as soon as the ibuprofen kicks in. I’ll get the rest of the trash together in the meantime.

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I have the trash gathered, except the TLC prep. The house is open. I still need to feed Myka, prep bird, wash a few dishes, and take the trash to the curb. Not a big list.

I got word that my primary has departed the clinic permanently. The return date was just a case of a limited option of the messaging app. There is no word of where she has gone or what she’s doing instead. I would speculate that she got a better offer. So I guess that ‘ll find yet another primary and set an introductory visit.

Reaching mid 70s. Airport forecast says no 80s today, but I won’t count them out here.

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Myka has been fed, the TLC has been skinned and deboned, and the dishes washed. I even vacuumed the underside of the stovetop and relit the pilots. Trash is ready to carry out as soon as it’s tied off. I’ll dice the TLC and ham as soon as the urge hits. Right now it’s not that demanding.

I have been thinking about the scooter upgrade. It could be in March, as little as three weeks away. I’m still a little wary about spending almost $400 again. Granted, it’s about the same price as the first one I got, prices are definitely lower than they were a year ago. But it’s still a chunk of the budget. At least it uses all the same accessories, so no cost there. And time is a main part of the debate. It’s spring, best time of year for riding. But it’s back to back months with the insurance dent. *sigh* Then again, freedom from any mad money demands. And perhaps most of all, do I truly want one? I enjoy riding, but the one I have has less than 20 miles on it in 15 month’s time. And that includes the 9 mile battery test when I first got it. I have the truck for errands. As mobility assistance when the truck is down, it helps, but as it is now suffices. Do I enjoy the ride enough to make hill climb a factor? Would I ride it more at my age if the speed up hill was faster? Lots of details bouncing around the noggin.

Thinking about a late lunch. I snacked for brunch, so I’m not very hungry, but I could go for something like tacos. I could also make ramen, easy either way. I could also go for another link of smoked boudin. One package wasn’t enough after the absence. And there are chicken tamales. I should get the trash out. I’ve rested enough.

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I had a smoked boudin link for dinner. I had a package of ramen earlier. So I’m set for the evening. I’ll get to the prep tomorrow. Chores are minimal, a good day for cooking.