Progress finally 

It has been several months since I’ve attempted real work towards this investment project. It is just so danged depressing to enter that house in the condition it has been under in the last two years. I didn’t even take a before picture since it was so God-awful and embarrassing. 

Hired 2 guys this weekend from craigslist. The 1st on Saturday did some weed wacking and helped me clean out trash & debri. The dang wacker kept stopping on him. I figure he wasn’t babying it enough in the dense ditch grass. 

…the 2nd guy was on yesterday (Sunday). He showed with drywall tools. I only needed to purchase a spade-bit to mix the mud. He told me he had plenty of experience, saying that was his main “career”, so I gave him ample space and let him do his thing. I even left the house three times for a half hour or so on each occasion. 

…In the meantime, I was cleaning cat crap, removing construction debri, and trashing things I don’t need. 

Here are the results:

Above: vanity side of main bathroom. 

This blue room had a bed in it. I ditched it, due to fleas, cat urine, and also lack of real need at the moment.

Master bedroom (green room – not shown). That window has been blocked by the green GSB that is now attached to studs in the bathroom for a year (?). 

Other side of main bathroom, above. I’m almost ready for a plumber!


The last full room of carpet was just removed (Saturday). I swept that after the photo. 

Feels good to have progress. I plan to get the one guy back out on Saturday (if possible) to continue the gypsum board installation. And then painting can commence. 

8/14/17, Monday, 10:00am

Balance 

Achieving that is an unlikely result. I torpedo my way through life with long buildups, running through different areas of work while sticking in each niche for a time before inexplicably changing paths and pursuing that goal. I know the current path could lead on to a rich life, but I’m growing bored of the corporate environment and dread each day of continually pursuing the previous goal. Though I really want to stay within engineering and grow my ever increasing salary that should rival my competing engineers. But there’s much boring work to be done in the meantime. I’m fine with it, but only if the payoff truly is near. Four years experience should grant me much easier job finding, but it isn’t seeming to pass the bar. I fear the flood of engineers is still too high in the market and degrees are becoming an extremely common item, but also a required one. And that is pretty crazy considering the work most design engineers do. But welding is paying equal or better for equal skill levels as I’ve gained. I can always skill back up in that. But I really haven’t planned on that route. I am in great physical shape still snd could manage any of the work. Heck TIG is my preference anyway and that’s basically a desk job. The car/house + wasteful lifestyle has caught up to me again. Yet I’m virtually stress free. Thanks to that blessing of don’t give a #%€$. It seems rarer than I feel though I abuse my limits in stoic manner and torture my bowels in their eyes. It all builds to increase my lack of need. Committing to a fast, for instance; ignoring all the common food rules and still attempting heavy labor. That informed me most of all the diets or nutritional information I’ve ever learnt. Though it piled onto previous banks of information and cases of trial-n-error- I realized how willing the body is to adapt to the consequences of its surroundings. If trained properly, eased into certain protocols, it is amazing how little you will begin to care about food rules. There are no known rules, there are suggestions and paid-for propaganda that has built the majority of those rules. It’s like the common pet concern “Cats and dogs shouldn’t eat human food”. Are you joking, you mean chicken and beef. While I admit those animals are not natural, it should be bird, mouse, squirrel, etc. it is still the same principle. “Your cat needs dry food to eat at all times if it wants to eat, then wet food at night “. No wonder your cat doesn’t like the taste of the sardines that my cat greatly enjoys. Nah that same cat in the natural condition may not eat for two days. But when it does, it will be an entire small animal. Then it may not eat for a while. It survives great without constant nibbling of food…just like you. Humans are very near the same, but we need more plants than them. Watch your cat, she will eat grass an herbs, naturally when ill, but if given what it preys on and has been adapted to best eat. Raw dead animals, not corn, wheat, peas, carrots, and the scrap they scrape off the floor at the meat factories. Disgusting anyhow. Ever realize why it costs 1/6 the price of decent tuna. Dang it’s getting late, was supposed to sleep early. Guess not, quarter till midnight and I need some sticking supper. Lunch at 2:00 is wearing off by now. 

8/9/2017

Nature counts as science — right?

I’m sorta surprised I don’t have a Nature category for blogs yet. Check out this huge craw-daddy found in my front yard — the ditch filled and he was off for better territory. 

…I almost got pinched here. 


In the video, listen to the wildlife. The bleating sounds are a sheep frog of sorts. They only frequent the yard and/or bleat once the grass grows around seven inches high. They’re basically always there. Yet another reason I enjoy an overgrown yard. 

August 1, 2017

Last night was class 2 of my wing chun. The class was 6 + sifu. I was mated with the 2 fellows who had 7 years and 10 years experience.

It was awkward for quite a few minutes of the second phase of lesson. As we were paired off, facing each other; one would be the aggressor and the other as defensive. But I couldn’t figure out the movement. I screwed up the first fifteen times. They seemed to wonder if I was slow, but then it just clicked and I could see what the point of the exercise was. 

7/8/2017

I’m too sore for the 1st day of class 

But since there’s no schedule, first will yet be first. Sunday’s activities wrecked my hamstrings in a great way. It’s tough to even pull off a mild forward bend (I still mean deeper-in than palms flat on floor). 

…even my neck muscles are tight. It must, mostly, be from the sprints. Told dude at work the last was 100 yards, but it’s gotta be more like 500 feet to 200 yards. See the google map, below. All barefoot, but is that even worth mentioning. Shoes would be the odd occasion. Shoes would make me feel like I was wasting my time. I ran first, too see the action around the corner, just a bit. There were firetrucks all around but no smoke. Had a couple folks ask if I knew, they said they already snooped and saw nothing. So I went further around, quicker, and it was fun. So I did a couple little tiny sprints on sidewalk. 

…back to Forsyth, some random guy with his outfit, a heart regulator, shoes, and normal routine is jogging along. I decide to sprint for real and gun it past him. A good little clip of a few hundred feet, and I slowed a bit too quickly. It felt like a bit of the sole of my foot may have peeled up. But no. Totally fine minus a slight abrasion where there was a grinding halt on the sidewalk. I feel like an Indian saying so, the ground barely touches your feet until you slow down then it scrapes if you do so too suddenly. But only on rocks like asphalt and concrete. And even then, you grow into the activity. 

…I could so continue that barefoot rant and I want to, but yeah. I am lazily sitting in a parking lot where I allow half of what I think to flow quickly through my fingertips, watching folks hurry through the rain, to grab groceries, then hurry out to quickly leave and get in stupid traffic that is twice as bad in the rain and I don’t want to do that. 

…I’m also sitting in a metal box, insulated by rubber footings, and comfortable to such a degree because I’m fairly confident in the technology that has been incorporated to its design. 

…but I do have a car I will still very likely lose, a mortgage/house that has been in crisis mode for three years, the cat wants to eat, and I’m full-filling self promises that I really can’t afford. 

…then “we are sitting on a rock hurtling through space” “and it’s spinning” as joe rogan constantly says. And there’s unknown meteors that may strike anytime. I’m okay. I’ve actually been wanting to ditch my vehicle for quite sometime, and who can afford to sell a car/truck when it goes immediately underwater upon purchase, then a year of no employment. No complaints, I’m fine. But that stupid ongoing payment, life drag of 400 then 100+ insurance then 2-500 gas. I’m sick of it and it’s impossible to get out of without a break. A pay increase. That may be coming. Who knows, I’m fine without, but I think even with this cashout of my BX stocks (and its 30% gains!!), I am so far behind that I would need to immediately get a new job/raise and I feel no traction at the current job so that I could beg some cash out of them. I’m well over 2,000 in debt to mortgage/car and I really need to hang on to dad’s truck for a couple months while my car gets repo’d from the Chevy place. I owe chevy 113$ so that’s retarded, but I want to just go pay; clean all my crap out; and call the bank and tell them I’m a piece of crap. So that sucks, but then go lookup REALLY DON’T LOOK — You cannot unsee things like this. Lookup Tibetan Sky Funeral. It is an insane method of disposal of a corpse (loved one). 

… I’m excited about the whole gaming creativity project and really want to continue, even if I sideline, woopity do. That just means I’m obsessed or depressed but hopefully just obsessed with something new. Ahh the rain has fully stopped, I shall ride like an old lady on the wet road, with all the idiots, oh joy. 

7/25/17, 7:03pm

Holy Lightning Batman

The lightning struck within a quarter mile just as I opened this blog post to type the title. I’m in the old white truck amidst a raging thunderstorm, parked in front of the Dixie Crystals Sugar Refinery (I think). A small patch of white cloud ahead, but there went seven more bolts of electricity. 

Prepare to call me sempai. I joined the kungfu place for 1 month. The owner did attempt a SIX MONTH CONTRACT. Yet I declined and began to walk away. I asked about uniforms already and that is required (a ghee?? I dunno). That’s 45 bucks. Ehh I’ll pass on 50 bucks extra for a silly pair of pajamas. 

…she called me back, saying she’ll allow me a month off of contract and no worry over the costume for this month. 

…so I’m game. It’s more cash than I should be spending, but I’m in need of this. Three/four years ago, I said I’d try yoga a couple months after I gain flexibility enough for palms flat on the floor in a forward bend. That took a year perhaps. Now I can stand on tip-toes while doing the forward bend and lay palms to floor. Yet the yoga never happened. 

…Last year, I decided that if I lasted another year of fairly frequent bostaff training, I’d enter some form of martial arts. I’m interested in several forms, but I have always been most attracted to the idea of kungfu and its ways. The wing chun style of defense through resistance and offense with minimal force is a style that I could work with. 

7/24/17

Eh, I ditched that spot; it is now tomorrow and I’m on lunch break. There is a possible job lined up; I am awaiting another call while I prepare my resume. The company has been emailing me every few months for two years, but after they didn’t hire me previously and I recall there payrange being slack, I haven’t cared. 

…he says the pay is likely doable as suggested. Though I’m still low-balling myself a bit. 

Started reading Walden. Henry Thorough or something–w/e his name is. Only 7 pages in. It’s about his story and views while living at Walden pond in his handcrafted log cabin while in his 30’s I believe. 

…not saying I want to do that persay. It was funny though, my cubicle buddy at work was looking at RVs, campers, & buses for me haha. He’s like “I’m serious, this is perfect for you”. Yeah, I know; I’ve been dreaming for a bus for years now. A short-bus would be perfect actually. 

…now it’s tator time (tummy growls at that idea!!)

7/25/17

Check in the mail for $416. Details in picture below. 


Not bad for under 1 year. That’s nearly 35% in profit. I would be happy for that in any year in this same economy. I wish it could remain, but I need it to save my mortgage. 

…back to CATIA…7/25/17, 3:25pm

recap 7/20/17

This week went fast finally. Work has been hopping and I have plenty to do. ‘Bout time. Today was board game night. Played some game with a new couple. There was a kid dropped off by his mom; he was 14ish, dunno, he won the new game. 

…then a regular showed. He had a brand new game (pictured), everyone else had to go, so the two of us played. It was cool — I got wooped on both games. Yet I rarely win the first play through–so I don’t care. I very well may be the victor next time — now that I have a scope of its world. 

…and now I just read for a couple late hours about kickstarter projects. Eh, it don’t sound super easy, but it never did. I’d just worry about the preKS campaign to round up support. 

….wheeeww 1:25; need to drop the obsession for some sleep and hopefully tomorrow will (work) slam by with 7 hours of frantic, relaxing CATIA. Under the pressure of need and without the ‘breathing downbthe neck’ from bosses. All will be well. But jeeze I’m sleepy; and hungry; I’ve eaten only one Larabar (an hour ago) and a coffee-monster and 2 bad ice coffees at work. ~500 calories for whom requires ~2400/day. I started to actually feel hungry around 10:20pm. 

….I ate last on midnight, last night.

….1:31am