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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years ago

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Thursday 6 September 1838

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fine morning – had quite undressed and slept very comfortably – went downstairs and boiled our 4 eggs, and we had eaten them (with cold water to drink) taking neither bread nor anything else, by 7 25 they said the wind had been so high last night, the very cows had been blow off their feet – they were sure we could not have passed the port – the mistress of the house a widow with 5 children – very civil and reasonable – she charged 9/. reckoning 2/. each for our eating and 1/. each for the 3 beds – I asked what she would have charged if we had had a regular dinner – answer for soup, jambon, and oeufs fits, pommes de terre à la maître d’hotel and 6 truites, she would have charged us 2/. a piece for breakfast café au lait and bread and butter 1/. each – the same breakfast with strawberries 1/50 each – for a roast chicken to take away with us 1/. and for a petite omelette à dix oeufs 1/. – off from Grip (very well satisfied) at 7 ¾ - at à la fraiche, the other little Inn newly or 2 years ago established (but said Charles, dirty) in 17 minutes at 8 2 – at 8 18, a little before l’Artigué (18 or 20 neat white washed granges with every one or cattle shade) the source minérale lately discovered at the foot of the cascade de Grip, and .:. the adour river turned a little aside by a dike of walling so as to leave the mineral spring, and run in a new cut nearer to the highroad – at 8 20 at l’Artigué , and in 5 minutes more, turned off here (left) to the cascade de Gare (pronounced Gar) and alighted in 4 minutes 40 or 50 yards from the cascade – good near view of the top part of the pic du midi – to the right – beyond l’Artigué –

the cascade very pretty down pine and beech wooded cleft in the rock – the who[le] fall perhaps about 90 or 100 ft. – one [pit] about 30ft – very pretty – prettiest fall the Adour makes? off from here at 8 ¾ - back into the highroad in 10 minutes – and at Tramesaigues [Tramezaigues] at 9 10 (about 200 yards below where we turned back last night) and here, at Tramesaigues [Tramezaigues] the pic du midi bouches the valley – nice little breeze this morning and now at 9 ¼ - these granges (16 at Tramesaigues [Tramezaigues] – 18 or 20 at l’Artigue [Artigué]) inhabited till Tous saints – at 9 28 cabane and shed and fresh breeze – at Tramesaigues [Tramezaigues] turn (left) Tourmalet to the Tourmalet valle cirque-headed – the top part bare rocky crête – left, partly grassy rock – right, ditto but chiefly covered with heather then wind (right) to Lescalla [Escala] 10 or 11 cabanes with cattle shades, at 9 55

this little basin to the right also cirque-headed, the grassy cirque forming the col or port up to (lying between) hoary rock right, and more particularly left joining on to crête and larger massif of bare hoary rugged rock – at the top of the port at 10 ¾ - we both alighted and walked – down in a line with the 1st batch (4 or 5) of cabanes at 11 10 and a line with 2nd ditto (5) at 11 ¼ - A- remounted at 11 20 and I at 11 55 at the little bridge of Tournebout just after passing the broader and better little wooden pont de Labosse [La bosse] (or as I had called it pont d’Escoubous (pronounced Escooboos) at 11 40 about ¼ hour before the pont de Labosse [La bosse] (A- some way behind me) had a minute to spare to stop and look at the Neouvielle only seen from just here – 4 points of it – 3 of them about the same height enclosing glacier – the other point lower – at home at 12 ½ - A- and I ate some Spanish grapes (brought here every other day or every 2 day – from Balbastro, they say) then sat reading the five Galignani-messengers of 28, 29, 30, 31 August and 1 September till 4 10 A- having 1st read her 3 letters from her sister and 2 from S.W. the Sutherlands going from London to the Rhine – then Sackville poorly, and the Rhine put off and Sackville to be taken to London per steam from Cromarty – A- to direct chez les Plowes – the schoolmaster Mr. Hutchinson in London 2nd time getting a patent for an invention of his as SW. understood that would turn sun, moon and planets all at once! – then sat by A- I reading the paper of 30 August till 5 ¼ - dressed – put on first time silk gow[n] made by Josephine – dinner at 6 ½ -

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sent for Mr. Pagès and had him for 10 minutes till 8 – he had called twice to see if we were returned – A- to begin her baths at 5am tomorrow – begin with staying in 20 minutes and get to ½ hour or more to wash her face while in the bath – to take one glass of water on leaving the bath ¾ water ¼ milk, guimauve sirop de would do neither good nor harm might be added or not – but the water to be taken pure, as soon as A- could reconcile herself to the taste – another glass of water to be taken after breakfast about 12 or ½ before riding – on returning from the bath to go to bed for 2 hours – then breakfast at 9 which we told him was our usual hour – then sat with A- in her room – then came to my own room, and had my hair cut – Pierre had not been attentive to Josephine – on returning from the Pic du Bergonz on Sunday morning (home at 11 off about 5 10) had let her ride from Esteré [Estérel] to Barèges alone – and had let her walk alone, promising to follow her when she set off in the morning, as far as the foot of the Bergonz mountain – annoyed – said I should speak to him about all this – She blames George – but this I had nothing to do with – Pierre was the guide – Putting my things in order till 10 10 fine day till rain and fog here before 5pm damp foggy evening F65 ½° now at 10 1/4pm

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bartycrouchjunior · 5 years ago

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24 Hours

Dated: 9 April, 1979 Location: Various

5am.

An alarm bell sounded from the end of a wand, Barty silencing it after a beat with a short wave. Tremblay Manor was quiet, the only interruption the steady singing of a bird outside. The sun was still sleeping as Barty made his way to the pitch, body moving automatically, each movement filled not with passion but instead structure and order as he began to run. When he showered he didn’t shy away from the icy stream of water, allowing it to numb his skin.

6am.

Sitting at his desk by a window with a strong cup of coffee in hand, the sun began to rise in the window. It was beautiful but Barty didn’t notice. On the desk were several orderly stacks of notes and at the front of the spotless surface an organized itinerary for his day, each hour carefully noted and accounted for. To the side, an ancient tomb older than the rest lay open, borrowed earlier that week from the library that Marceaux had showed him. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a spider, spindly legs making their way across the windowsill. With a flick of his wand the creature froze and then began to contort in pain, each movement at the whim of the wizard. He took another sip of coffee, enjoying the game for another few seconds before growing bored. The spider didn’t move again.

8am.

Barty walked into the Great Hall just as mail was beginning to be delivered. He didn’t raise his eyes or look for his owl— he wasn’t expecting anything from home. Instead he passed by the Slytherin table first to drop off a book that Narcissa had left at the Manor the other evening, lingering just long enough to earn a sharp glance from Rosalind that he matched with a quip. When he returned to the opposite side of the hall he took a seat at the end of the Ravenclaw table alone, notes for tomorrow’s debate in hand. His lips moved silently over the argument, meal in front of him barely touched. When a group of students from Slug Club passed they called out his name and Barty lifted his chin with a short wave, manifesting a smile on his lips like a clown with a paintbrush. Fucking idiots.

9am.

Charms: Advanced Behavioral Charms. Barty sat at the front of the classroom. He knew the spells they were covering but his hand took notes automatically, brow narrowed in concentration. He rolled his eyes at the sound of a witch murmuring to another classmate about their plans for that night, eyes lifting expectantly as if waiting for the professor to call them out. He gripped his quill in muted annoyance. Of course Flitwick didn’t notice. He imagined squeezing her throat until she stopped and this brought the first genuine smile of the day to his lips.

11am.

Defensive Magic: Curses, Jinxes, & Hexes. Barty turned to his partner, forcing himself to remain silent as he watched the wizard’s sloppy wand-work. The man continued to ramble on lightheartedly about the last Puddlemere match and Barty laughed as if it came easily to him. The wizard’s mother worked alongside his father in the Council of Magical Law and he felt the weight of those invisible eyes heavy on the back of his neck. Barty adjusted his grip on his wand, using the quick movement to silently adjust the incorrect marks on the paper they were set to turn in together. Better.

1pm.

While the school rushed to the Great Hall for their lunch hour, Barty waited outside of Flitwick’s office with a mock schedule in hand for his proposed courses the following year. In his mind the meeting was merely a formality, more for the professor’s sake than his own. Barty had planned out the majority of his three years at Hogwarts while he was still at Cambridge. He remembered sitting next to Pandora in the study at his home, mapping out each year while she played piano, light and sweet. It felt like a lifetime ago.

2pm.

Barty found Frank Longbottom in the library with a fabricated expression of friendly surprise. He knew he would be here: he had memorized the other wizard’s schedule carefully. Positioning himself at the former Head Boy’s side, Barty began to work on an essay, not unusual for the pair. When he shared his pot of ink with the older wizard he offered a smile that he had seen the wizard give him hundreds of times before. It was carefully rehearsed and unassuming, nearly perfect by now. He felt a muted swell of satisfaction and continued on with his work, idly wondering what it would take to strip the other man of that grin.

3pm.

Charms Club. Barty had long-since bored of the club and Gawain Robards’ voice. As a second year now they had taken to pairing him with some of the newer members and his patience was steadily growing thin. He was better than this club— better than this school. His knee bounced in his seat and he counted the seconds as they dragged on.

4pm.

Dressed neatly in his uniform Barty stood at the edge of the pitch, watching as his team members slowly arrived. Hollie was late – again. There was a weight to his limbs that he refused to acknowledge. Eyes narrowed he scanned the group of girls, counting that they were all in attendance before raising his voice. Practice always started with a measured number of stretches. He wouldn’t risk any injuries if he could help it. There was nothing that would throw them off from their path to the Quidditch Cup faster than being down a member and losing wasn’t an option.

6pm.

Barty stilled as he passed by Wimbourne House on his way home, eyes lifting to the top of the hill by habit now. He wondered if Vivian was inside, glancing to the window as if waiting to see her silhouette there. Barty’s gaze dropped as the Head Girl existed the house instead and the wizard quickly plastered on the same false smile from before with a short wave. It came with more difficulty this time.

7pm.

Dinner with the Warlocks Junior Chapter. He had begun to wonder if Lucius’ hair products had started to effect his brain. An older wizard turned to Barty with a question and his smile lifted before stilling just as quickly on his face. A request for his father. Of course. His jaw hardened and he continued on unaffected. Allowing to drift his gaze across the table in search for a distraction he locked eyes with Aiden, holding the glance for a beat too long for anyone who might have been looking. Later, maybe.

9pm.

His arm shook as he cast spell after spell, back straight and form calculated and precise. Despite the late hour the valley was illuminated by the full moon overhead, allowing the wizard a clear view of the targets he had set up for himself. Reciting a spell, Barty’s wand arm was still raised when an unearthly sound shattered the silence, long, tortured and pained. He felt himself still, head snapping to the side and squinting up at the strange shack on the top of the hill. On any other day it might have been written off as heavy wind or an animal in the woods but tonight the Spring breeze was still, cool and silent. If Rabastan were here he might have continued towards the noise, walking in the direction of the hill or out even further towards the edge of the forest like it were the most natural thing in the world. But Rabastan wasn’t here. Barty straightened his arm, eyes narrowing with forced focus as he fired off another round of spells. He was taking the weekend off for his cousin’s wedding and needed to complete this set. Everything was on the schedule. There was a plan. Just ten more minutes.

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wrestlingisfake · 5 years ago

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Wrestle Kingdom schedule

Wrestle Kingdom 14 night 1 will be on Saturday, January 4 at 4pm JST

Saturday 2am Eastern time

Friday 11pm Pacific time

Saturday 7am GMT

Check here for your local times

The show may be around 5 hours, so pack a lunch

The Stardom dark match opens the show at 4pm JST

The live stream won’t start until after that match ends

Wrestle Kingdom 14 night 2 will be on Sunday, January 5 at 2pm JST

Sat/Sun midnight Eastern time

Saturday 9pm Pacific time

Sunday 5am GMT

Check here for your local times

This one could also go about 5 hours

No dark matches on this show afaik, so don’t be late

Watching 1/4 and 1/5 live is gonna wreck you for work Monday, so plan ahead

New Year Dash!! will be on Monday, January 6 at 6:30pm JST

Monday 4:30am Eastern time

Monday 1:30am Pacific time

Monday 9:30am GMT

Check here for your local times

Should be about 2-3 hours long

Yeah, this is way later in the night than the weekend shows

Mostly nothing tag matches but usually they do a big angle

So don’t sleep on this guys

Well actually get plenty of sleep but watch this when you can

#njpw #wrestle kingdom #wrestle kingdom 14 #new year dash!!

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zombolouge · 5 years ago

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Peakly Periodical Volume 19

Or: Dying Light

Hey there, peakers! We’ve had another time skip in this vaguely chronological endeavor. That shoulder injury I got a forever ago turned out to have nothing to do with my shoulder and everything to do with my neck. It’s a vicious injury that has driven me to be stuck inside and in bed for months at a time, but progress has been made with pain management of late and so I’ve finally been able to get back in a chair and at a keyboard to write things again. Healing is…in-process. But that’s better than no healing at all.

My last hike was in December, when I got sick of waiting around and dragged my stiff ass out onto a mountain, because there is only so long I can remain inert before I go insane. It ended up being my last hike for several months, and the warning siren that let me know something really was wrong with my neck, because for the first time I got the pain while I was out there. I didn’t think it was possible for it to start hurting while I was relaxed and active, since that’s the sort of thing they tell you to do to relieve tension and pain. I was being stubborn by going out in the first place, though, and desperately wanted to get another hike in before the year came to a close.

In hindsight, this frustration with the injury probably fueled the problems that I found on this trail. You see, peakers, I made several very bad decisions in a row on this hike. A lot of my “mistakes” up to this point have been me not knowing any better. Slip-ups that were part of the learning process, that I could take in stride. This time, though, I was just plain stupid.

But let’s start from the beginning with this one.

It was a pleasantly warm Saturday. There wasn’t a lot of rain and the clouds occasionally broke to reveal some sunlight, which was nice. I had planned a fairly easy hike, mostly flat and in territory I’d been near before, if not directly in. I was trying not to push myself too far, considering my neck situation. I also had a handful of errands to run that day, and opted to do them before the hike because I doubted I would have the willpower after.

I slept in and started the day slow and easy. I was not in any way rushed. I was leisurely in my pace as I ran my errands. I was enjoying getting out of the house and trying to milk it for all it was worth, expecting the hike to carry me on through the afternoon before I wrapped the day up and put it away. Which would have been fine if I had stuck to my original plan and done the easy hike.

What I did instead, though, was indulge a restless feeling. The hike before this one, on Thanksgiving, was disappointing to me. I wanted something more exciting. I’d been cooped up for weeks on end, sulking over my condition, and the anxiety that brought on was eating away at my sanity. So, as I got in the car and started driving to the easy trail, I decided I would take a chance and aim for a harder one.

Little Si has been a hike I’ve tried to tackle a couple of times, but been rebuffed each time because the parking situation is insane. It’s one of the busiest trails I’ve seen, and there is almost never a free space. You would need to get up and arrive at the lot by about 5am if you didn’t want to fight for space, which is a tall order when you’ve worked all week and still need to eat breakfast before you can rush out the door. On this day, it was about 1pm when I finished all my errands, and I figured maybe, since it was later in the day, I would have a chance to snag a spot. I had hopes that the people who got there in the morning would be finishing their hikes and leaving, giving up the spaces for the next wave of hikers.

So, off I went.

I got to the trailhead at 2pm. In December. On the west coast.

Now, for those of you who have lived out west before, you will know that our sunset occurs at about 4pm that time of year. That means I was starting this hike with a mere 2 or so hours of daylight left. Still, though, that didn’t phase me at the beginning. I’d done night hikes before, and now that I had a flashlight, they seemed to be a cinch. I figured if I was caught out after dark, it wouldn’t be difficult to just turn on that flashlight and enjoy the shadows of the woods!

I shouldered my pack and hit the trail!

The hike itself was fairly mild for most of it. There was a steep incline right at the start, then it leveled out for a ways. The true challenge doesn’t come until the last half-mile on the trail, where it has a very vertical ascent to the summit.

I did find myself enjoying the scenery. There were a couple of places where the trail was difficult to navigate, though. Not in the sense that it was hard to traverse, but it was hard to tell where the trail separated itself from the aimless woodlands. It had a couple of offshoots that don’t lead anywhere in particular, and as I passed them I would get confused about which direction it was I should be headed. Even after all the miles I’d hiked, I was still not the strongest of navigators. I’ve improved on my sense of direction mightily - when this started I could have gotten turned around in a cardboard box - but that doesn’t mean I’ve hit levels where I’d be confident finding my way without GPS. I kept to the trail by virtue of pulling out Google Maps on my phone, which often has trails marked and is helpful in orienting which direction you should be walking.

I was feeling pretty confident with myself as I wound my way through, even though every other hiker I encountered was going down, rather than up. My legs hadn’t yet gotten sore, my breath was even and enduring. My neck was hurting, but I was trying to ignore it. I figured that if if hurt then, the pain I would have later on that night wouldn’t be changed by quitting the hike early.

It was just before the steepest portion of the trail that I started to get nervous. That was boosted by the fact that another pair of hikers had stopped me, to ask if I was familiar with the trail. The pointed out that there was only about half an hour of light left. The implication was that if I didn’t know this trail, I shouldn’t be hiking it in the dark. I dismissed the concerns and lied to them, telling them I was familiar. I couldn’t fathom having much issue finding my way back, as it had been simple enough on the way there.

By the time I realized my mistake, I was too stubborn to turn around.

There’s a point on the trail where I hit this determination that cannot be reasoned with. When I know that I’m so close to the pinnacle that if I turn around I will be emotionally miserable for the rest of my life about it. That’s the easiest time to push, where I get a second wind of energy that propels me to the peak. I had that as I reached the steepest part of this trail, each near vertical switchback promising my addled mind that it could be the last one. That the top was just around the corner. That I would see the world spread out before me just around the bend.

It was true. I reached the top eventually, and it was a staggering view. The city roads could be seen peering through the trees in the distance, street and house lights already lit and dotting the canvas like stars. The sky had turned a deep lavender, the sun already gone past the horizon and leaving only a lingering kiss. Mount Si, the larger of the twin peaks in this area, was close enough that it felt like I could reach out and touch it. I held out my hand, and that was when it truly struck me how dark it was.

The light was dying all around me, everything turning shades of blue and purple as night descended. The temperature on the peak dropped ten degrees in a matter of minutes, and I hugged myself and shivered. I sat there for a bit, contemplating the world and trying not to focus on my neck pain. I was exhausted after the final push to get to the top, that portion of the trail draining me more than the rest of it combined. I could feel my legs shaking from the weariness, which was going to be a problem on the descent.

I knew, in that moment, that a lot would be a problem on the descent. The steepness of this part of the trail was harder than I’d expected, and navigating it wasn’t going to be easy without light. Even with my flashlight to light the way. There were a lot of spots that would require clambering, which meant using both my hands for balance.

I stood there, the wind tossing my hair in every direction, burying the cold through my jacket and into my bones, and knew I’d made a mistake pressing forward.

By the time I turned around, a healthy level of fear had settled over me. I knew the situation I was in wasn’t great, and I knew it was entirely my fault that I’d been placed there. I realized that I hadn’t actually checked my bag to make sure my flashlight was in it. I hadn’t prepared anything warm to wear. I didn’t have any snacks and I was out of water. I hadn’t told anyone where I was because I’d changed my plans at the last minute.

As I descended, the scenarios I wasn’t prepared for played through my head. I thought of a hundred ways that I might get stuck on the trail, injured and unable to call for help with no one to find me. The fear was real and tangible, making my limbs shake even harder on top of the standard trembling that comes with exhaustion. It wasn’t easy to keep moving.

The light completely disappeared before I’d even made it past the first switch-back, so I did find myself trekking in complete darkness. There were spots where I had to feel around to place my foot on stone because I was holding my place with both hands, the flashlight shoved in my mouth so that I could see my breath rising in clouds of steam into the night air. I had to slide downward in a few places because I could find no other way to get down, unable to see the pathways anymore.

I felt a little better after I left the rocky portion of the peak. Still, there was a lot more trail to cover and I felt like collapsing. And, as if to illustrate the continued danger of the darkness, my foot planted right in a hole and sent me flying forward. I remember that moment with more clarity than any other part of that hike. I was airborne for what felt like minutes, and all I could think was “oh, so this is how I die. Here I go.” I was too close to the edge of the trail, and the drop on the side wasn’t one I would come back from. I couldn’t see well enough to know how far I was flying, but I figured I would be well over the edge and off into the abyss. I relaxed, accepting my fate, which was probably the smartest thing I’d done all evening.

When the impact came, I skid through a bunch of dirt and loam, coming to a halt faster than expected. I laid there for a moment, breathing and waiting for a wave of pain, but not much came. I certainly felt bruised, but as I got up I was surprised to note it didn’t feel like I’d shattered all my bones. I held up the flashlight, happily still attached to my wrist by the strap, and noted that I’d come about a foot away from the edge of the trail. Nothing was broken, nothing felt twisted or strained. I was, against all odds, okay.

I continued my trek, careful of my foot placement from that point forward. I didn’t want to press my luck. I got a lot of enjoyment of the utter darkness all around me, despite my fear. Being alone in the night woods is an experience I’m fond of, and I would like to experience it again, just, you know, prepared for things a bit better.

The rest of the hike wasn’t too terrifying. I got through the steep portion and into the flatter woods. I did get turned around and almost lost a few times, but the detours were minimal and I was able to keep to the trail well enough to get back to my car.

I made it home safely. I wasn’t any worse for wear, either, save for a couple of minor bruises. I’d gotten worse stubbing my toe in my own living room.

I’d gotten lucky.

Mistakes and R E G R E T S:

Oh, so many.

1. I accidentally hiked at night. If you’re going to be out after dark, that should be on purpose. You should plan accordingly for it. There’s something to be said for just rolling with the punches, but if you showed up to a boxing match prepared for swimming, the punches are gonna roll YOU.

2. I didn’t pack supplies. Pack extra food and water. Always. You never know when a hike is gonna kick your ass a bit more than you expected, and having the necessary fuel to keep you going enough to get back is vital.

3. I didn’t check for my flashlight. CHECK. THAT. YOUR. FLASHLIGHT. IS. IN. YOUR. BAG. BEFORE. YOU. LEAVE. Checking for it as the light disappears is NOT the appropriate time. I can tell you, too, if I had tried to navigate that trail in the dark with just my phone light, I would have fallen much farther and harder than I did. It would not have been possible. I would have been stranded in the freezing dark or fallen trying to get out.

4. I didn’t take my start time seriously. I should have figured out ahead of time how long this hike would take me and how late it would be when I was on my way back. I didn’t consider any of that until it was happening, and it almost cost me.

5. Nobody knew where I was. When I changed my plans, I should have messaged someone to tell them that. Even if I couldn’t send a link to the trail info, I could have at least given them the trail name via text or something. Or driven to a spot where I had enough signal to do it. Since I hike alone, it’s very important that I let people know where I’m going, so that if I don’t make it back they have an idea of where to send people to look for me.

6. I let stubborn determination override my survival. I wanted to commit to finishing the hike. I was aware it might be the last one I could do for a while until I’d helped my neck, and because of that I wanted to commit to doing the whole thing. I shouldn’t have put that commitment and determination before regular assessment, however. When on the trail, you should always be assessing things. Assess your energy levels, assess your limits, assess the trail difficulty, the time of day, the weather conditions, the temperatures. If any of these get too far out of your comfort zone, it should be okay to turn back. I shouldn’t hold myself to an all-or-nothing standard for anything, but least of all for climbing mountains. If a trail kicks my ass, I’ll come back another time when I’m stronger and kick it right back. Pushing my limits into dangerous territory doesn’t do anything but make this hobby way too risky for my own good.

7. I already knew all of the things above and ignored them. I knew that being unprepared for certain conditions should have made me turn around. I knew that I hadn’t checked my bag for supplies and equipment in weeks and I had rifled through it a few times since then. I knew that I needed to have started the hike earlier if I wanted to avoid the dark. I knew as I was on the trail that I wasn’t prepared for hiking at night. I knew the warning I got from the other hikers was a signal to turn around. I knew that it wasn’t a great idea to change my plans last minute without telling anyone. I knew it all. I knew it all as I went up, and I cursed myself for ignoring it all the whole way down. I ignored it because I wasn’t in a great emotional state due to my injury, and it could have ended up very badly. I was very, very lucky that I got home okay.

Hot Takes for Hikers:

Check. Your. Shit.

This probably goes without saying, as it feels like obvious advice, but checking your bag for everything you might need before you leave should just be part of the routine. I’m at a point now where I don’t think it should matter how short or easy you think the trail might be: check your bag. Have a checklist and make sure everything on it is in there. Every time.

Assess with Every Step

Don’t get so caught up in the adrenaline and the determination that you forget to assess yourself. Know your limits, know when you’re pushing them, and know when you’re hitting them. I know that I, personally, find this difficult. I have anxiety, and so it can be hard to tell the difference between actually survival instincts and plain old anxiety, but I should be leaning towards caution when that line is blurred. Better safe than sorry should be a mantra when you’re hiking alone in unfamiliar territory. I should stop holding it against myself if I end up turning back or giving in early, because some of the times I’ve pushed myself out of my comfort zone, I’ve landed right in the danger zone. The voice I ignored was the one in charge of self-preservation, and it put me at risk when I didn’t need to be there.

Learning to take the time to assess where I’m at and how I’m feeling is important. Learning to overcome anxiety is great, but I also need to learn to distinguish it from legitimate fear. Fear that is there for good reason. The next step in my hiking adventures is going to be slowly and even more introspective, because my main goal will be to learn the difference. To be able to tell when I need to push my limits and when I need to respect them.

I have a feeling it’s going to be as hard as…well, as climbing a mountain. If I can do the latter, then I can certainly do the former.

Overall Impressions

Song of the Hike: No Light, No Light by Florence + the Machine. For obvious reasons.

Animals Seen: A woodpecker, two rock climbers, and my own foolishness.

Mood: Inadvisable determination followed by realistic anxiety and gratitude at escaping death.

Trail Rank: Fully worth all flashlight usage, would hike again in daylight.

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shinedownsnation · 6 years ago

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106days · 3 years ago

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Wednesday was another 5am alarm, this time for a sunrise camel ride. I had forgotten, in the 7 years since I last rode a camel, how deeply uncomfortable being atop one is. Nonetheless, the quiet in the desert and the sun peeping over the rocks was magical. My camel kept rubbing her face on her friend in front. It was pretty cute. They were also exceptionally well behaved.

I forgot to mention in the previous post that Talal pointed out inscriptions in the rocks that showed directions, where hospitality might be found, etc for travellers through the wadi. That was pretty incredible.

After the ride we came back to camp for a simple breakfast of bread, labneh, boiled eggs, za'atar, and halva - what more could one ask for (even though I don't really like halva... still ate a bit for the sake of it). Not much later we were back in town and back on the bus, on our way to Aqaba in the south.

The vibe in Aqaba felt different - way warmer than anywhere else we'd been in Jordan, for starters. Also more laid back, if that's possible. Dropped our stuff off at the hotel before making our way to Ayla, which seemed to be a gated/secure estate on the water, where a really nice boat was waiting to take us out.

Sat on the very top level as we sailed down the channel, past the royal residence and the border with Israel (pinching myself) before having to retreat into the shade downstairs. The sea was the most enticing blue and I was keen to get in. Eventually we stopped off the shore and we all pulled on snorkels and fins (a few people scuba dived). The water was actually pretty chilly - I swam for quite a while, saw beautiful corals, electric-coloured fish, the spiky black needles of sea urchins (they really spook me), and a shipwreck from pretty far above.

More time lazing on the boat before lunch and another dip. The next reef we stopped at was so close to the coast, like you could just wander in from the beach to find it about 20m in (as you can see in the pics). I think we wrapped up around 4pm and headed back to the hotel.

Relaxed for a bit, got our PCR tests for Israel (just a waste of money to be honest, will explain in a later post), went up to the rooftop for sunset and a beer. Pretty incredible watching the sun rise over the desert in the morning and set over Egypt in the evening.

Dinner was great - I had a mixed plate of salads and dips and some grilled haloumi. After our meal Talal took us to a sweet shop, where I got a piece of pistachio baklava. So tasty. Arabs really do excellent desserts.

Headed back to the hotel, where Talal offered to take us on a nighttime walk around the markets. Everyone but myself and a guy called Chris bailed for bed; so the three of us went on a wander. It wasn't anything special but we went by north beach, where the locals were all out with their families and friends, sitting on the sand, smoking shisha, with kids running around or dancing or splashing in the shallow water. This was at almost 11pm, mind you. It was cool to see Jordanians doing their thing.

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dgarski · 4 years ago

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One year back In the early morning hours of January 23, 2020, I set off to find my way back home to Florida. It was a monumental moment in my life as it represented growth, perseverance, determination and strength. The road was long behind me and before me. I had been through my version of hell. Now, it was time to go home. Healing

The time it takes to heal can vary from person to person, depending on the wound. Some may never fully recover, while others heal in a relatively short period of time. Sometimes, physical recovery isn't necessarily the only part of the healing process. The mind itself might need far more time to heal. In some cases, this could take many years, or never at all. I think that time truly does have a way of slowly healing most wounds; at least to some degree. The way we perceive hurting physically as well as mentally, can change dramatically over time. Allowing ourselves the time to grieve and process the pain, can help us move forward, and get on with our lives.

Loss

When we are recovering from a dramatic change in our life, a significant loss may be connected with this change. We might lose ourselves. We might lose our identity, our purpose or in a worst-case scenario, we might lose our will to continue on. Some might never regain their will to move forward; and instead fall slowly into deep despair and depression. When we lose something or someone, there is a period of time that we must process the mourning. There is no statute of limitations for this time period. Depression

Depression is a very real sickness for millions of people. Once thought of by many, as nothing more than an excuse for someone to be lazy or non-productive, it has since become more recognized as a significant illness, studied through education and research. Depression has a way of pinning you down when you are already on the ground. It can feel like a tremendous weight covering you from head to toe. Time seems to feel insignificant. The days and nights seem to pass without measure. For some, sleeping and hiding in the dark, seem to be the only viable escape from the pain of reality. Sometimes, prescribed medication can have a negative effect on the body, both physically and mentally. It takes a great deal of strength to pull oneself out of the darkness and into the light. Unfortunately, not everyone has this strength.

Recovery and finding strength

Once the healing and recovery process has begun, it becomes a very long road to wander. With help and understanding from family and friends, this process can be expedited. The decision to heal, by finding inner strength, determination and perseverance, can make a world of difference in the duration of the recovery. Having an attainable goal and unconditional support, will help make a world of difference in the healing and recovery process.

Stages

I went through all of these stages of healing and recovery, for ten months in 2019. I went through depression, anxiety, anger (lots of anger), identity crisis and loss of purpose. I was completely lost. I had to learn that processing all that had happened to me, was going to take a long time and a lot of patience to get through. Something deep inside me, something I never knew existed, literally took over my life and pushed me to get through some of the worst days, weeks and months of my life.

Old stomping grounds In those beginning months between March and July of 2019, I took long walks around my old neighborhood. I walked to the beach and sat down on a bench and stared out at Lake Michigan. I wondered how my life had gotten to that point. How in the world did I lose everything, and somehow end up in Wisconsin? How did my entire life just get completely erased? How was I ever going to get it back? I knew I didn't belong in Racine anymore than anyone in Racine belonged in Florida. Racine was my home when I was growing up. I felt like a complete stranger in my old home town. So much had changed since I moved to Florida. Once I had been cleared by my doctor to drive again, I got my freedom back. I drove around town to places I hadn't seen in well over three decades. My memories of what used to be, were quickly shattered by the realities of just how much had dramatically changed, so drastically. Ironically, as much change as there was, so much more still remained the same as it had always been. The more I saw, the less I wanted to see. I had to find a way to make a lot of money, and make it fast.

Going back to work Once I had made up my mind about my goals to make as much money as possible, in as little time as possible, I set out to work as many hours as I could, plan as much as I could, and figure out a way to get my life back, by moving my life back home to Florida. Once I began working, I went into an almost out of body approach to getting through the next few months. I was on 24/7 auto-pilot. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. I honestly never knew I had it in me to push myself so hard. I had never been so motivated in my life. The more I worked, the closer I was to leaving.

Winter

Winter came, and I shoveled snow for the first time in over 30 years. It was also the first time I had driven in snow, in over 30 years. I had to relearn how to do it. Some things, you just never forget. The cold was almost unbearable. I was always shivering. I have always hated winter, no matter where I was. Except on my days off, the only time I saw daylight was when I was working. I'd go to work at 4am, and it would be dark outside. I would leave work at 4pm and the sun had already set. I was in a mental mode of pushing through, regardless of how uncomfortable I was. I had to tough it out as long as I could. I had an ultimate goal in place, and there was no turning back.

Finding my new home The holidays came and went, and I finished my work days at the hospital. I saved enough money to move back to Orlando. Now, I just needed to find a place to live. My last day of work was on January 4th. The next couple of weeks would be about me finding an apartment in Orlando. I was on the phone and the computer, nearly every waking moment I had. It was a frustrating endeavor, but I didn't give up. Finally, I found something that would prove to be the place where I would call my next home. Leaving

Everything was finalized and ready to go. My new apartment was waiting for me. I was to move in on the 24th. This meant that I had to leave in the early morning hours of the 23rd. I planned, I packed, I mapped, I collected, I prepared, and I got almost no sleep. I hadn't been this excited in years! I was remembering doing this very thing, in February of 1988, the first time I moved to Florida. This time, it was different. I was only going to be able to take with me what I could fit inside my tiny car. The rest, I would have to come back for at a later date. I loaded up my car and filled every possible space I had inside and in the top rack carrier. The car was ready, I was ready and so it was time to go. I wanted to disappear quietly, like a thief in the night. I said goodbye to my family and I set out, in front of an oncoming blizzard, at 12:30 in the morning.

Hitting the road

I waved to my parents as they stood in front of the big picture window in the living room. The snow had already started coming down, but I was pretty sure that I would be ahead of the onslaught before it got to the great lakes area. I stopped at the gas station, programmed the Waze app to guide me back to Florida, then set out to the interstate. I remember thinking how terrifying this actually was, and how anything could happen to me at any time. Somehow, that feeling of terror slowly disappeared the further south I drove. Leaving so early in the morning, meant that traffic in an oncoming blizzard would be minimal. No sleep

The hours before I left, I tried to sleep. I think I slept an hour or two. I was pumping on adrenaline the first 8 hours of driving. By the time I got to Kentucky, the sun was already up, but the exhaustion was beginning to make my eyes close at 65mph. I had to stop and get some rest. I pulled over at a wayside, somewhere in the mountains of western Kentucky. I parked down to the end of the lot, away from the bulk of tourists and other motorists. I fell asleep for about two and a half hours. I woke up and started the car and got back out on the road. As soon as I got to Nashville, the rains came. It rained all the way down to Georgia.. I stopped several times to try to sleep, but I needed to actually lay down. I could not do that in my car because it was packed so full. Instead, I took short naps and continued on.

Florida

On January 24, 2020, I crossed the Georgia/Florida border at around 5am. A couple of hours into Florida, the sunrise came. It would be the first Florida sunrise I would see in over ten months. My eyes welled up and I smiled. I knew that I was only a few hours from Orlando. The morning rush hour was in full swing. The traffic was a bit of a challenge. I made it to the Florida turnpike and headed towards Orlando. Slowly, things started to become more recognizable. I exited onto the 408 tollway, and headed east towards town. I was home!

Moving in

I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex just before 10am. I met with the office manager and we finalized the paperwork for my apartment. I moved all of my stuff from my car into the apartment. I had nothing in the way of food or cooking utensils or housewares, so as exhausted as I was, I went to the only grocery store I could think of, which was Target. I was running on instinct by this time. I was so overly tired that I just ran on auto-pilot, again. I purchased as many things that I could think of and spent almost $150.00. The apartment turned out to be a very old, disappointing shoe box, but it was home. I finally had my independence back. Going back to work

Getting my job back, was nearly effortless. Everything fell right into place. I was able to get my security license renewed in about 20 minutes. I then drove over to the office and met with my bosses. We finished the transfer paperwork and I got a start date for retraining. Everyone was so welcoming. I had my identity back. I went to training and started my OJT. I got my new schedule, and now I had my purpose back. I must have told my story to a hundred people at work. I answered a thousand questions. I shook hands, got hugs and a lot of congratulations for cheating death and making it back.

The Beach 2020 was a year that most will never forget. It certainly wasn't what I was expecting to come back to. I had a list of things I wanted to do, but the bullshit virus halted just about everything. I did make it to the beach, once. I did the best that I could to comply with what some were calling, "the new normal", even though there was nothing normal about any of it. The day I made it to the beach, I saw hundreds of beach-goers there, and none of them were wearing face masks. I thought of this as a good sign, that maybe this "corona" garbage would soon be over and we could go back to our real, normal lives. Well, I'm still waiting. Going to the beach was a liberating day. It was the end of my journey from losing myself to finding myself again. I still have so far to go. The process continues 2020 also meant a year of mental healing. I knew that I had a long way to go, to let go of my past and try to do something about creating a future. This process has been very difficult. Letting go isn't an easy process, especially when the things and the people you must let go, used to mean so much to you. The answers to why these things happen, will more than likely remain a mystery forever. When you are given little choice, you choose what is best for you. What was best for me was to get as far away from where I did not want to be, and do it as quickly as possible. This was going to be the only way that I could begin the process of mental healing. I needed to be in my own space, quiet from the rest of the world. I've been very lucky to have a select few people in my life, who have helped me vent my frustrations. Talking with others and sharing my story, and my thoughts and feelings, has been a very good therapy for me. Where do I go from here?

There's really only one direction...forward. Letting go of the past allows me to embrace the future. In one year, I have gotten most of my life back to normal. I have my 40-hour a week job, I have a handful of guitar students on my days off, and I am investing in cryptocurrency. I'm hoping to have a chance this coming summer to drive back up to Wisconsin to retrieve the rest of my belongings from my parents house. I love to drive long road trips. It frees the mind. There is a nice, quiet solitude when you're on the road. Doing 2500+ miles in less than a week will definitely be a challenge. It's something I need to do to put closure to everything. I also want very much to find a woman and do a lot of beach days. Home

I drove 1250 miles from Wisconsin to Florida. The drive took roughly 23 hours (not including rest stops). I drove in a blizzard from Wisconsin to Indiana and torrential rains from Tennessee to the Georgia/Florida border. I made it. I am home. Orlando, Florida is home and always will be. One day, I may move to another part of Florida, perhaps closer to the beach, but Central Florida is where I have lived for most of my life. I am happy to be back where I belong.

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stevenespaniola · 5 years ago

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Had a crazy whirlwind trip to SoCal!! Left Oakland airport Sat at noon. Taught my workshop in Long Beach at 4pm. Concert at 6pm. Pau at 8:30pm. �� at 9pm. Left for airport Sun at 5am. Back in Oakland 8:30am. 😴 https://www.instagram.com/p/B2NN_kQDtUD/?igshid=7irj8zy5urz2

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petshrink · 7 years ago

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Evacuated

Hey everyone,

The furkids and I are all safe and settled in my best friend’s house in Baton Rouge. Tuesday night I was up until midnight after helping with reactive dog class, and I touched base with mentor about the fact that I just felt that I should evacuate. A native of the area, her response was that it’ll be fine, and I could stay with her. I just didn’t feel right because the concern is that if it hit or upgraded to a category 5 again, there may not be time or gas to get out. I barely slept that night, because of nerves.

Wednesday I saw 2 cases and handled phone calls and emails from clients trying to deal with the storm, either with med plans for storm phobic dogs or sedation to travel with them. I got most of my paperwork done before leaving, and let mentor know at I did not feel comfortable staying. She said I had to do what made me feel safest. Most of our stuff was packed. I had to drop a blood sample off at our main location, then went home and spent another 45 minutes finalizing my paperwork. I gave the cats each 100 mg of gabapentin and started packing up the car. I wish I had the windows boarded up but there was no time. I did unplug anything electronic except for the fridge in case of flooding.

We were loaded in the car at 9pm. One gas station by my house had gas, with only 2 pumps. We sat in line for an hour to top off so I could make sure I got as far as possible on that 1 tank. I called my parents while waiting because the county stated concerns that there wouldn’t be enough fuel for people to leave and I had to weigh my chances of getting stuck on the interstate with no gas. We decided I should still go.

At 10 pm we were on I-95, then switched to the turnpike. We ran into a few slowdowns near cities, no more than 20 minutes or so. Around 2am I had used 1/3 of a tank and decided to stop to fill up and to try to get a nap. I parked behind the station and tried to shut my eyes. I let the cats out in the car so they could move around and use the litterbox if needed. They literally ran around and Chupie kept opening the windows, turning on the wipers...driving me nuts. I didn’t have my lights on but my battery died. Shit. I was parked with a car on either side, people sleeping, and facing the curb. I approached the night cop and asked if it would be ok to have someone drive on the sidewalk to jump me. He got a portable jump and it actually worked! Thank god.

At 5am we stopped in Ocala and parked behind a hotel. We slept for a solid 30 minutes. Poor Ducati had peed on herself and the car smelled like a hoarder situation. Chupie did use the litterbox when I let him out! We got some coffee and a bagel and got back on the road. Tallahassee is usually a 6 hour drive, but it took about twice as long with all factors involved.

Once we hit the panhandle there was basically no traffic. It was a straight shot but I was running on about 3 hours of sleep from Tuesday night. Some friends called and kept me awake which was just so amazing, then we cycled through audiobooks and Broadway soundtracks. Overnight the cats screamed for hours, but were quiet during the day. We got lots of coffee and stopped at some nice service areas. We finally got out of Florida around 2pm and then the landmarks were more frequent but I was exhausted. My car just cannot keep up with the midday sun in the south and we were all pretty hot and miserable. I tried an energy drink and it made me feel so ill! We stopped at a rest area and were able to park in the shade, and I got another 30 minutes of sleep. This seems to be Chupie’s limit, because he starts screaming after that.

We had to stop every hour or so just so I could stretch my legs. My whole body was buzzing and a bit shaky. We finally rolled into Baton Rouge at 4pm (time change, it was 5pm back home). We were in the car for 20 HOURS. Holy crap. I couldn’t even rest when I got here, I had to quickly log on and address emails from clients. There were only 2 and they were not emergencies, so thank goodness for that. Then I took a shower and waited for my friend to get home! We haven’t seen each other in over a year and I feel so comfortable here. I was finally able to get to sleep around 9.

I am so grateful to be here. I am not expected back home until Wed night at the earliest. I am expected to log on and work or study on the weekdays, but I have the next couple of days to truly tune out. The cats are a little bored, but I’m going to get them some stuff to do tonight. Molly is thrilled, she loves Mary and likes the yard at this new house. We really don’t want to go back! Everyone in FL is settled and hunkered down to ride out the storm. Fingers crossed and lots of prayers.

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sarakuper · 6 years ago

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Great Sand Dunes, Colorado

Stop #1, July 12-14

On Friday, July 12th around noon Sean, Jaxon and I left Denver and hit the road for a trip we’ve been planning for almost a year now. If you didn’t know, I bought a camper trailer back in February and Sean’s been working on it as well as his truck to prepare for this 3-4 month road trip around the US. So here we are, officially making our dream a reality.

Our first stop was Great Sand Dunes National Park in Colorado. We camped for free on a road outside of the park. We arrived just before sunset and immediately began setting up camp. We did an OK job packing up the trailer, but in our last few hours before departure we tossed in so many last minute items, the trailer was a mess. As we started organizing and setting up camp we were suddenly surrounded by cows. And if any of you know Jaxon, he freaks out when he sees cattle, horses, etc. He went nuts for a little, but when we noticed a mamma cow getting protective over her baby, we rushed to put Jax inside. I even rushed in with him because she looked pissed! The last thing I want to do is bother these animals in their territory.

Moments later the cattle found a slightly more distant place to graze and Sean and I sat on the top of his truck to watch the sunset. I knew in that moment that this trip was so right. The idea that I could watch the sunset every single night gave me excitement and peace. I want to embrace every moment.

The next day I woke up to the camper swinging back and forth around 5am. I woke up Sean in a panic having no idea what was happening. We peaked out the window to see that a cow was eating right up against our camper, leaning on it as it went in for a bite of grass, rocking our camper. Good morning cow!!!!! I went outside for a better look and had a view of the cattle eating while the sun was rising. It was really funny to be woken up that way, but also this view was serene.

After a few more hours of sleep we went to Sand Dunes National Park and went to hike Mosca Pass Trail, which is not part of the dunes but it overlooks them. We read recent reviews on All Trails that said the mosquitos were vicious and that most hikers had to turn around before making it to the end of the trail. So we put dog-friendly bug protectant on Jaxon and Sean and I wore long sleeves and pants. I even wore a mosquito net, because mosquitos love my sweet ass. I wasn’t fucking around with that, no matter how dorky I looked. So we started the trail and the mosquitos were definitely bad, but nothing we weren’t prepared for. The hike was 3.2 miles one way, and so far all was good. We kept passing people in tank tops and shorts, some even running back to the trailhead because they got bit so bad. We were warned that further ahead the mosquitos got even worse, but we felt prepared to hike through it. Well, at mile 1.5 we officially had to turn around. The higher we got, the more beautiful the wildflowers, and the thicker the mosquitos swarms. It was so bad, Jaxon’s eyes were getting covered. At that point we had to turn back for his sake. It was also a very hot day and we started hiking around 11am, later than anyone would want to start a hike on a summer day in Colorado. On our way down we rushed to find a shady spot with as few mosquitos mosquitos as possible, as we could tell Jaxon was in disrepute need of shade and rest. At one point he found a little rock cave and threw himself onto it, resting his entire body from head to toe. For a minute I was really worried. He was moving really slowly on our way down the trail and was not interested in leaving the spot he was resting. We gave him plenty of water and let him rest as much as he needed, but we were also eager to get back to the truck so he could rest in his bed in the AC. Once we got closer to the trailhead Jaxon was acting himself, sniffing everything and flapping his ears. We were both relieved to see him acting himself again. Now we know 1- “vicious mosquito” hike reviews are nothing to mess with, and 2- hike earlier (duh) to avoid the heat. And for the sake of Jaxon, we would do anything.

After the hike we were so happy to see clouds coming in and a storm brewing to cool down this hot day. We drove off road around the park for a bit taking in the beautiful surroundings before heading towards the sand dunes to climb them. The base of the dunes had a stream, which we knew Jax would love and be able to cool down and play in. We played, climbed up the dunes for a bit, enjoyed the contrasting view of the sand and mountains, and then headed back to camp.

The storm coming in also meant a cooler camper, which we were very thankful for, especially because we learned that the AC in the camper doesn’t run on our generator. We knew it worked… when it was plugged in to the main electrical source. According to Sean’s online research, our generator should be powerful enough for the AC, but its possible the high elevation prevented it from working. We will find out! Sean is able to fix/figure out everything with the truck and camper. And so far we’ve had a solid balance with how we contribute to the daily responsibilities in order to make this trip work. The gender stereotypes are happening, but it’s what we are good at and its working.

Anyway, we got back around 4pm and played music and kaluche, an awesome card game I learned from Sean’s family last Christmas. And again we went to bed with the cows.

The next morning we woke up, made breakfast, prepared the camper for travel and hit the road for Durango to visit Mesa Verde National Park.

Thanks for reading, love you all!

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whatdoesshedotothem · 4 years ago

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Tuesday 23 July 1839

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fine morning long in dressing – ready at 9 ¼ at which hour F74 ¼° on the window seat – sun shining in – busy over 1 thing or other while A- dressed – went to Mrs. Todds’ at 10 to breakfast – café au lait and large dish of small good strawberries – had our bookseller with two recommendation letters of the payable gentleman about 10 ¾-courier it seems to some English sporting gentlemen – explained to our bookseller the sort of place that of courier was, and desired to see the man – he came soon after 11 – 5 Rigsgeld [kriegsgeld] dollars a day, and we to pay all his expense of living and lodging – about what would these be? He could not possibly say – never would tell beforehand what they charged in Norway .:. he could not calculate, what we should have to pay – on pressing him to calculate, supposing us to travel on the average six Norse miles a day, he said 60 dollars Banco a day - £150 should be taken for a months’ journey – Enough thought I – I remarked upon this – said it staggered me – I would consider about it, and let him have my [?] thro’ Mrs. Todd – he begged if I thought of getting a carriage, that he might be let know before I made the agreement that he might see to the wheels, etc – I said I should say nothing about this at present – It was now near 12 – sent Gross, with Anderson to see if the banker merchant carnegie was at home – no! gone to England and his partner always away – but went there – the clerk could not give me money for £25 circular no. 8582 till 4am but gave me 50DB. in a//c to pay our coachman – then to our bookseller – explained about the courier – his calculations had alarmed me – 60DB. a day too much – they stared – then bought 2 vols. (my German dictionary size i.e. small square size) Swedish and English dictionary 6DB. and vocabulary Swedish Danish German French English and Italian 2DB. and Swedish grammar 36 [skillings] – No English Swedish grammar now to be had out of print – would send an old cashed for drunkenness but now sobered Lund [?] professor of languages to give me a lesson in Swedish at 4pm – I had told our bookseller this morning I would give him a letter (he is going to Brussels Paris and London) to Mr. Bewsher at our London custom house – but seeing that our friend had already got 37 letters of introduction I saw he had enough and told him the letter to Mr. Bewsher would really be of no use – I took the house he is recommended to in London doubtless good for him – George and Vulture Tavern St. Michaels’ Alley Cornhill - He is taking his wifes’ sister to Paris to finish her singing education – 4 masters recommended – Lablache and Rubini 2 of them – I said R- was perhaps the best in Europe? – sauntered along the pier – one of the steamers gone (at 5am) the other waiting till Thursday – Had walked thro’ the establishment des Bains – pretty building with circular portico front towards the water and a little flower garden ground roses etc. and gravel walks in front to the edge of the pier – Home about 2 – paid our coachman having him at Mrs. Todds’ and having her and her secretary to help us – not dissatisfied with him, but it seems the [forebud] was in fault for our being so long en route – the man I had promised him 10 Rs. – gold dollars – no! thought all was paid when I had given him the 33+ Dollars B. it ended in my giving 2DB. for the [forebud] saying I was not satisfied with him – and then at the coachmans’ request I wrote ‘I am quite satisfied with John Harder, and much obliged to Mr. Munthle – I was thirty three hours and a half in performing the journey that is till half past three yesterday afternoon – Gothenburg Tuesday 23 July 1839 A. Lister’ – then came here (our lodging) and sat down to write – about 4, had a young

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man from the bank with the remainder of the money exchange 11 dollars 32 skillings Banco - .:. Mr. Munthe got 1 dollar 32sk. banco x 15 = 25 dollars Banco!!! besides probably a premium upon coachman, harness etc. – the banker merchants clerk just gone when John Vanderholm recommended by Mr. Tod came to offer as servant to go with us to Norway – a Swede – tanner by trade which he learnt in London and married an English woman – she is here – his trade failed him – he does what he can to get a living – has 8 children – asks 3 Dollars Banco per day, but then he pays for himself – calculated expense – He said at utmost

Dollars banco skillings banco

1 dinner 1 0

1 breakfast 0 32

1 bed 0 32

1 supper cold 0 32

3 00 x 2= 6 DB. for A- and myself

3/9 --------- for the servant DB. a day exclusive of posting should sometimes go 12 Norse miles a day –

a hot supper same as dinner

3 horses cannot average more even in Norway than 2DB. per mile

all this seems more likely to suit us, yet the man has never been in Norway – But he can speak to be understood by the Norsemen – speaks English like an Englishman, and perhaps our own travelling knowledge and handbook will suffice – had just written so far (from line 8 inclusive of page 168) now at 7 40/.. pm – dinner at 8 – then went to look at the little open carriage for Norway – 200 Rigsgeld [kriegsgeld] dollars without harness or anything - but if not much worse, will give me half price, Rigsgeld [kriegsgeld] dollars for it on our return – dinner and looking about the carriage till 9 ¾ - then while A- had Grotza, sat reading the memoir and translation of Cassandra of Lord Royston till 11 at which hour F70° - fine day till about between 2 and 3 when heavy shower – and showers afterwards

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fuck-customers · 8 years ago

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Flexible My Ass

I'm changing my availability at my McHell.

Quoting the website:

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At McHell's, we know that you have responsibilities and interests outside of work. We recognize the importance of work/life balance. That's why we offer flexible schedules to help you choose hours that best fit your life.

Maybe you need a part-time job that will fit around your studies or you're available only on weekends. Perhaps you're looking for a few hours a day while your kids are in school. Your local McHell's Manager will be able to help you work out a schedule that suits you.

Quoting my manager's personalized availability agreement:

Day / From / To / REASON (MANDATORY) Example Monday: 5am to 3pm, babysit at 4pm on Mondays A Saturday & Sunday availability is a must. Any exceptions must be approved by Manager. Stat Holidays: PART TIMERS MUST BE AVAILABLE.

Availability Requirements, you must be available to work a minimum of:

(14 year olds) One 5am open on Weekends (Sat/Sun), 14 year olds can't work past 9pm, weekend/holiday availability is required

(HS students) Two 11pm on Weekdays (Sun-Thu), One 5am open on Weekends (Sat/Sun), One 11pm on Weekends (Fri/Sat), weekend/holiday availability is required

(Post-Secondary) One 5am on Weekdays (Mon-Thu), One 5am on Weekends (Fri-Sun), One 11pm on Weekdays (Mon-Fri), One 11pm on Weekends (Sat/Sun), weekend/holiday availability is required

#submissions #fuck managers #submission

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thewanderlees · 6 years ago

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Khao Suan Kwang, Khon Kaen, Thailand

Monday, April 27, 2015

Heading into Laos

We woke up at 4am

4:30am- We've rented a van and driver and we are waiting for him to come pick us up. We are going to Laos to renew our Visas, and the Zoo today.

5am- I'm tired. I wish I could sleep but this van is so bumpy. Seriously though can you get worse shocks than the ones in this van. We are bumping so much my phone is asking me if I want to undo my typing -.-

6am- I tried going back to sleep but couldn't so now I'm listening to music. The bumpiness didn't get better it actually managed to get worse :/ at least there's only another hour until Laos.

6:20am- I'm surprised my stomach is holding up so well with all this jostling. Probably because I haven't eaten anything for breakfast yet.

6:45am- We stopped at a 7-11 and I got a bacon wrapped pork burger for 39Baht. One word...YUM!! The others got hot ham and cheese sandwiches 25Baht, fried egg and cheese sandwiches 35Baht, and Madeline got a chicken pie pastry for 35Baht.

8am- I think I just saw Jamie Curry. She's in Thailand right now.

11am- We were successful! We were able to buy the purses and wallets and clutches we wanted as gifts for some friends and family back home. We also purchased two big suitcases. We had one hiccup we unfortunately forgot to get our passports stamped coming out of Laos, so now us girls are waiting with the border guards inside the building to come back into Thailand. Dad went on the bus back over the friendship bridge to get our passports stamped. He's a brave man....The guards told Dad he could go back alone , so we wouldn't have to buy bus tickets again and load us all and Haileys stroller again. After Dad left we were wondering how he was going to explain to the next set of guards in Laos, to get 6 passports stamped without us there...? We sat on the floor and waited patiently for his return!

11:50am- Dad just arrived back , he said that again no one spoke any English and they weren't going to stamp the passports. Thankfully for some reason they changed their minds and agreed to stamp them!

12:50pm- We made it through the border safely and went to 7-11 to get lunch. Mmmm another bacon wrapped cheese burger for me! We drove to the aquarium only to find out it's closed on Mondays so we are headed to the Khon Kaen zoo now :) let's hope it's open!

2pm- We are at the zoo! It's open!

4pm- We are driving home now, the zoo was awesome! First we got into a tram that took us to the bears. The bears were standing up and posing for pictures. There were Malayan Sun Bears and Asian Black Bears. You got to walk inside the bird cages and there were all kinds of birds like Canadian geese, peacocks, roosters, pigeons, huge swans, and some Asian birds. I tried to get a picture of a goose and it started chasing me!! I got a video of me running away and all the Thai people laughing at the silly farang (what they call white people). We took an ice cream break. Then we went and saw Capybaras, Tigers, white tigers, lions, hippos, meerkats, and Apes! We walked up a huge hill and couldn't find the tram so one of the workers offered to drive us a little ways in the back of his pickup truck. He let us off in a deer pen and there were hundreds of deer all cramped into a little cage about an acre big, and we were inside of it! One came right up to Hailey and started smelling her. The trolley finally came and took us back to the main gate and then our driver arrived with his van. It started raining as soon as we were done. It held out for just the right amount of time!

5pm- We are back in Khon Kaen safe and sound. The driver is filling up the van with bensin (diesel). Now it's back to Lakeside Condos!

Lettie

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billinghamn · 6 years ago

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2019 Feb – Setting Up our New Home: Week 4 (Mon 25 Feb to Sun 03 Mar)

Mon 25 Feb

Up at 5am and constructed the second shelving unit. Installed Vick’s VOIP phone and tidied up a bit. All ready for Vick to start working in the HOG.

Picked up the twin & earth cable. Started some initial work in the under stairs cupboard. Managed to fit the power socket spur and all the ducting in the under stairs cupboard. Already got the power and LAN cable through the wall into the garage, so just the ducting in the garage left to do.

Tue 26 Feb

We have new bedroom furniture arriving tomorrow so we emptied and disassembled stuff from the bedrooms to make way for the new stuff.

Black power adapters turned up today, and new loft ladder for the HOG. Fitted power adapters to HOG. Very echoey and it’s proving difficult us both being in the HOG on calls at the same time.

First item on our snagging list has been sorted – we have two wall cupboards in the Utility now – no fillers though. Washing machine door and fixings have also been ordered.

Did more work on the trunking and cabling in the garage. Reached the ceiling section heading towards the ceiling rose. Bypassed the drop to the power sockets – plan to do that tomorrow if all goes well.

Alex the chippie, arrived at around 4pm to fit 4 doors – did a great job and only wanted to charge us £10 per door. Gave him a good tip.

Wed 27 Feb

New bedroom furniture turned up and it looked fab. The wardrobe was damaged in the van, so a new one needed to be ordered – pending a delivery date.

Finished off the trunking and cabled everything up in the garage. New power socket spur in the under stairs cupboard seems to be working, but the lights outside appear now to be driven off the light switch, so something isn’t quite right.

Richard from Silkflow, fitted our water softener in the Utility room under the sink.

Thu 28 Feb

We have been in the house 4 weeks!

Confirmed that I’ve hooked up the new lights at the wrong end of the 2-way lighting! So, need to keep the garage 2-way lighting set in the right way for the time being.

Installed the new power block for the rack in the garage. Installed Vick’s new printer in the garage.

Closed up the double socket in the garage – I was concerned that this might force one of the four 2.5mm Live or Neutral wires out of the fixings – looks like it has been ok. Wired up an extension lead in the HOG as well. HOG now fully cabled.

Drove out to the Oxford supercharger, and then on in to Oxford to pick up some material from John Lewis. The call centre messed up – when Vick said her local store was Oxford – they thought she meant Oxford Street! Material has now been ordered which is the important thing.

Started taking all of the old bedroom furniture to the tip.

Fri 01 Mar

Started routing a CAT6a cable from the loft through Bed5 in to the WC downstairs to feed the Ring Video Doorbell Elite. Had to drill 3 large holes in Bed 5 to get the fish wire through to the skirting board. Have found a potential route from the WC ceiling up, so will drill up there tomorrow.

Sat 02 Mar

Really productive day today. Broke up the remaining old bedroom furniture – those chests of drawers that wouldn’t fit in either of our cars. Took the remaining furniture to the tip as well.

Amazingly completed the fitting of the Ring Video Doorbell Elite by lunchtime. Worked out a route through the floor into the WC downstairs, and then dug out the hole in the brickwork for the doorbell. Found a diagonal route from the WC window between the block and brickwork to the doorbell. Ended up having to drill 5 large round holes in Bed 5, and 2 large round holes in the WC. Managed to repair the two holes in the WC as well, and patch up around the doorbell, with light red brick mortar. Well chuffed.

Also managed to install the first CCTV looking at the garage – the 18m was just long enough – I have ordered 5m extensions so that I can ensure I have plenty of spare so the cables are tidy in the loft.

Installed the two Yale Panic Buttons – one for the bedroom when I am away from home; the other for the HOG.

Vick pickled up a new Dyson v10 Animal – our V8 Absolute is just about knackered now, with all of the dust it’s had to deal with. Vick did a great job at cleaning the house during the day as well. Starting to come together.

Sun 03 Mar

Installed the wifi access point in the HOG ceiling. Nightmare routing of cables from the under stairs cupboard in the garage through the wall, up the garage wall. I couldn’t find a route through a metal framed stud wall, so ended up routing the cables into the stairway up to the HOG, and then back through diagonally up just above the HOG skirting board. From there it was an easy route up the HOG wall and in to the ceiling. The ceiling insulation was immaculate – far tidier than in the house!

I patched up the WC holes with the plugs that I cut out together with Polyfilla deep gap in the WC.

#2019FebSettingUpOurNewHome #home #homeautomation #nige #vick #all

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