Strange week its being, slogging through...
What can I say?
I've gotten some work done on the Bus with no name, that is KTY and I have.
For our hump night meeting this week I made a big meatloaf. The usual middle American dish, bread crumbs, light spices,Lee & Perrin's sauce, eggs and milk and of course the nifty applewood smoked bacon laid in stripes over the top of the loaf. Very tasty it was and the wife didn't even get out the eil catsup stuff (horrible, vile concoction that it is!). herb steamed fingerling potatos in nifty colours, red, yellow, purple. and steamed broccolli. with the usual roasted garlic bread from Costo served with my home made caper pesto sauce. A tea spoon of pesto concentrate (from the tube) two teaspoons of rinsed capers, two teaspoons of balsamic vinegar and a cup of olive oil (extra virgin) all bleded with a stick blender. Heat the bread, slice it and dip it in the sauce and eat. It's better than butter by far. Oh and chopped strawberries with pepper and sugar for afters.
Everybody loved it, at least leftovers are few and I made big food.
For some reason lest night I had a odd physical problem. Around nine oclock I kind of fell apart, I mean I got a little dizzy, very tired/sleepy, I couldn't keep my eyes open without really working at it. I had no strength, reach, or grip. As tight as I could make a fist you could easily run a broom handle through the gap and I surely couldn't have lifted the thing. And my guts were in an uproar, everything in wanted out, or rather felt like it because nothing would come out. Strange, it followed with a mild weightless feeling and never really cleared up last night. No trace of it this morning either.
A couple of the folks did the Reikie woodgie and said there was a lot of heat build up.
They said something to the effect that this meant some sort of energy transfer and I guess that gives a reason for what happened. I no longer know my limits. I can't tell when I'm runned out of energy so O push it till I fall down and that's no good. I think last night was some sort of back lash from pushing too hard earlier this week, and I'm about to do it again. I want to try and mount up the visor shelf in the bus and start cutting the bed platform.
I'm getting psyched for the southern trip. Getting the bus set up, selecting what models to try and fit in the bus, working out cooking and washing arrangements, all the little things that need doing before I'm ready to leave.
So far this is the plan: leave thursday the eighteenth after loading and collecting meds and anmy other final bits for a road trip. Prolly taking the nicer 101 route rather than doing the I-5 drive. Sure it's quicker but it's a long more or less straight run through the central valley. Dangerously boring. Much better to take the more winding road and go through the coastal range in parts. Anyway get there sometime thrusday night unles I decide to stop and camp somwhere nifty. Friday night I'm s'posed to attend a party held by the S&M pronographer dude, not looking forward to that so much but the food will be good and sometimes the model folks are fun to talk to. Often the girls in those videos are collage students, grad students mostly so you can have intelligent conversations if you are careful how you choose. Then saturday and scumday should be nothing but flying and talking about flying and maybe some trading and buy/selling of models. Sunday night go back to dude's house and really sleep fo that I can do some building with/for him monday, tuesday and maybe wednesday, I'm not sure I'll have to see hoiw it goes. If I miss our humpnight meet up the good folks here can have Irish pizza (Papa Murphy) or something, not my problem this time. Hopefully it'll go well at both ends.. So I should be back between wednesday and friday night.
Now if I can just get the work done on the Bus with no name...
I've gotten some work done on the Bus with no name, that is KTY and I have.
For our hump night meeting this week I made a big meatloaf. The usual middle American dish, bread crumbs, light spices,Lee & Perrin's sauce, eggs and milk and of course the nifty applewood smoked bacon laid in stripes over the top of the loaf. Very tasty it was and the wife didn't even get out the eil catsup stuff (horrible, vile concoction that it is!). herb steamed fingerling potatos in nifty colours, red, yellow, purple. and steamed broccolli. with the usual roasted garlic bread from Costo served with my home made caper pesto sauce. A tea spoon of pesto concentrate (from the tube) two teaspoons of rinsed capers, two teaspoons of balsamic vinegar and a cup of olive oil (extra virgin) all bleded with a stick blender. Heat the bread, slice it and dip it in the sauce and eat. It's better than butter by far. Oh and chopped strawberries with pepper and sugar for afters.
Everybody loved it, at least leftovers are few and I made big food.
For some reason lest night I had a odd physical problem. Around nine oclock I kind of fell apart, I mean I got a little dizzy, very tired/sleepy, I couldn't keep my eyes open without really working at it. I had no strength, reach, or grip. As tight as I could make a fist you could easily run a broom handle through the gap and I surely couldn't have lifted the thing. And my guts were in an uproar, everything in wanted out, or rather felt like it because nothing would come out. Strange, it followed with a mild weightless feeling and never really cleared up last night. No trace of it this morning either.
A couple of the folks did the Reikie woodgie and said there was a lot of heat build up.
They said something to the effect that this meant some sort of energy transfer and I guess that gives a reason for what happened. I no longer know my limits. I can't tell when I'm runned out of energy so O push it till I fall down and that's no good. I think last night was some sort of back lash from pushing too hard earlier this week, and I'm about to do it again. I want to try and mount up the visor shelf in the bus and start cutting the bed platform.
I'm getting psyched for the southern trip. Getting the bus set up, selecting what models to try and fit in the bus, working out cooking and washing arrangements, all the little things that need doing before I'm ready to leave.
So far this is the plan: leave thursday the eighteenth after loading and collecting meds and anmy other final bits for a road trip. Prolly taking the nicer 101 route rather than doing the I-5 drive. Sure it's quicker but it's a long more or less straight run through the central valley. Dangerously boring. Much better to take the more winding road and go through the coastal range in parts. Anyway get there sometime thrusday night unles I decide to stop and camp somwhere nifty. Friday night I'm s'posed to attend a party held by the S&M pronographer dude, not looking forward to that so much but the food will be good and sometimes the model folks are fun to talk to. Often the girls in those videos are collage students, grad students mostly so you can have intelligent conversations if you are careful how you choose. Then saturday and scumday should be nothing but flying and talking about flying and maybe some trading and buy/selling of models. Sunday night go back to dude's house and really sleep fo that I can do some building with/for him monday, tuesday and maybe wednesday, I'm not sure I'll have to see hoiw it goes. If I miss our humpnight meet up the good folks here can have Irish pizza (Papa Murphy) or something, not my problem this time. Hopefully it'll go well at both ends.. So I should be back between wednesday and friday night.
Now if I can just get the work done on the Bus with no name...