Oof! Good luck. I gave up most years because they’re such a nuisance. I did have small luck with vinigar and peppermint, but only very small.

Also, grasshoppers…holy halibuts, batman! I’ve never seen something sheer gourds to nothing like this year. So even trying gourds to deal with the squash bugs didn’t work.

In a really twisted way, Youtube is a fairly big reason why a good number of people go outside, take up hobbies, etc.

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Made another batch, this time anise flavored, and I used a cookie sheet so I can rest my pained body.

There was a slight problem with this batch. It came out more chalky, but I’m wagering it was because I cut down on the sugar by a lot. (Not enough elasticity/moisture/whatever to keep it sticky while cooking).

There are very very few entertainers that have ever choked me up, but damn Richard Simmons and Newhart are definitely on that list. Rest well.

Well good luck when you do, 👍.

My helper (Dot) wishes you good luck, too, 😁

it looks intimidating

It started out that way, heh, and I still have issues with figuring out the best fabrics (Which are a huuuuuuge part of getting it right, heH< (KITTY IS trying to help me type, HAH), but after that 6firstr bad experiments, it got easier7 (I’m going to leave his typings in this, HAH), 3wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww7y buy hen…but oddly enough, I seem to have an easy time with odd things like this…SR55tam q…Same with knitting, I’ve come up with quite a few of my own little sTItches. HAH!

me to my kitten. “Ok, Ok, Ok, I’llgive you some attention, boy”

yep! Tried to leave back in 2017, but couldn’t find a job, then screwed up by pushing myself to work electrical full time. If I hadn’t torn myself up doing furniture delivery in 2000-2002, I would definitely be gone. So…damn…sore…Oof! And to top that off, when she finally let me use money for a doctor in 21, the meds messed up my stomach, and I’m so god damned dizzy as well.

Lonely and aggravating as all hell. Hate living with how filthy the house is, not having a job, etc, but it’s not like I didn’t try. I did work part time for about 15 years, but in my wife’s mind, it wasn’t a job and she didn’t have to help around the house. I did try to keep the house clean, by implementing chores lists so every one would help out (minor things just to help me to become accustomed to the pain that was going to happen), but they worked/went to school and therefore didn’t have to help…Yeah, I tried…

That’s a tough call. Before I attempted to leave in 2017 and was forced to push myself to working full time at electrical (as I couldn’t find a less physically demanding job), I could say a lot…But it’s been a long long time. There’s a few things I know I still enjoy.

1. The act of solving. Rather odd, but I realized about 10 years ago that I actually really enjoy finding a solution. Unfortunately, though, I know it has slowed down some (as I’ve had trouble going through some of the code on code academy [C only], and that was about a year ago). This has come in handy with woodworking, programming, electrical, supervising, etc, etc.

2. Lexicography, always wanted to write/create a dictionary for Cherokee similar to Robert M. Laughlin’s “The Great Tzotzil Dictionary of San Lorenzo Zinacantan”.

There is a chance…I don’t know how great of a chance, as the stress of living here has kept me from doing anything overly complicated, but scripting (Bash, calc, gp/pari), to which would naturally include many console based programs. The last complex thing I did around 2017 is I modified the suckless program “tabbed” to utilize a script to create or add tabbed windows from a configuration file. (Used that for windows specified for writing code, debugging, man pages, reading/reviewing code/text/pdf/ps, calculator, and a file manager.

So there is a chance that I’ve done that enough that I could relearn it all, but I just don’t know. I’m so god damned sore sitting, walking, etc. Also, this GERD like thing I got most likely from medicine for my pains makes living even more difficult…and then on top of all that, the stress of how I’m going to be treated. I just don’t know what I can learn, how well I can learn, or what my body is capable of. Hell, I don’t even know fully what I truly know…I’m already stressing out right now, and she’s not even home.

And I can’t think any more at the moment. Sorry! Heh!