I got my mojo working well enough yesterday to saw a 4' X 8' panel of sub-flooring in half and carry both halves up the outside stairs to the room I'm working on upstairs. I don't seem able to haul a full-sized panel up there without any help. Getting that flooring down in my old bedroom is a big deal now that winter is right around the corner. I can seal that room off better to heat it once I get the flooring in.
It's not like I don't have sub-flooring in that space already. It's been in there since I built the initial structure. The problem is that I went out into the woods, cut the trees down, hauled them to the sawmill, where ol' man Joe cut them up into the various sized timbers and planks I needed to build my house. I was kind of in a hurry to get the flooring down, so I didn't wait until the green lumber had dried out. It dried out where i nailed it in place. As a result, when the board did dry out, they shrunk, and left half-inch gaps between the boards in what's designed to be a solid floor.
The chipboard sub-flooring I'm putting in will not only cover up my mistakes, it will allow me to put a veneer of regular flooring on top of it and it will be brick-shithouse strong. I'll probably die of old age before I get that pretty veneer flooring down, but at least I'll be able to heat this room in the winter to stay warm. In fact, if I go to work and do right, I'll be able to efficiently heat or air-condition the entire upstairs.
I moved all my computer stuff downstairs in order to work upstairs. I have other furniture that was upstairs down here now too. My living room is a mess. I got more of everything I need all down here and I have to turn sideways just to get through some of the tight places.
Ideally, the work is more about getting my center of operations back upstairs. I like it up there. Particularly now that I have the outside decks and stairs installed. I can get up from my desk and walk outside on that deck and see all around my house (except the NW direction) from up high. I can move around up there in such a way as to park my body in the sunlight if the sun is shining that day. Being up a iittle higher gives me more visual freedom. There ain't much of that on the coastal plains. It's flat as a fly flitter here.
It may appear to some people that I've spent my entire life doing what I wasn't supposed to just find out why I'm not supposed to. One of the things a seeker like me ought not to be doing in buying lottery tickets and dreaming about winning millions of dollars to see how long it would take for me to throw it away. I didn't have a ticket for the PowerBall drawing Saturday, and I missed the dreaming. If I don't have a ticket I can't even dream of winning.
I rectified that mistake yesterday and went to the store and bought me a ticket with the same computer-picked numbers for ten drawings with the multiplier. Cost me $20, and will only satisfy my bad habit for about a month. But, I can dream. I'd give most of it to my ex-wives and children, of course, just to screw them up more than I already have. Why not finish ruining their lives by over-burdening them with money.
I don't really think I can ruin anybodies life any more than they can ruin mine. We can make each other miserable temporarily, but permanent ruination doesn't seem possible for humans. They can just dissemble and reframe to come up with something different.
I'm thinking about this rheumatoid arthritis and how it might ruin life as I know it, but rheumatoid arthritis is not a person,, and I don't think it has a conscience about what it does to the people it invades. When I found out that the Greek word "rheum" means "to flow" like a river I immediately thought of Rome and how it might have been nay-me-d for the up-river point it has running through it.
When it comes to something inside my body moving around as it will and rearranging it as if by divine right, then I gotta go to Kundalini and what I've experienced in that regard. I'm still convinced to some degree that it's here to help me learn to hate having physical bodies because it wants me to abandon them and get back to the garden. No blame.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
