Sunday, September 6, 2020
Wondering what to do (Figured it out! Maybe! Kinda!)
I've been trying to figure out how to add a Corpsman Chronicles page here in order to have all my personal sea stories in a single location. A few of you kind readers have thrown that request out there and I've both heard it and think it's a good idea.
The problem I'm running into right now is that I don't know quite how to pull it off. I do have a couple of fiction pages added to the blog but either I can't remember how I pulled that off or something has changed with blooger during the transition to the new, regressive interface.
One thing I think I could do is rename and reformat one of the fiction pages, then add (I think) hyperlinks to CC posts on the renamed/reformatted page. I can't help but wonder what will happen once blooger's legacy interface disappears for good. Will "pages" still exist? They should, but I should also be taller for my weight.
And at the complete tangent of taller for my weight, this morning I stepped on the scale and found that I mass 89.35 kilograms or 197 Ye Olde English pounds. Well over a third of my mass has departed since roughly the date of my last achilles surgery, whenever the hell that was. For those keeping score at home it was December 9, 2016. I still massed circa 275 pounds as recently as late March.
Back on topic, an alternative would be to publish a new Corpsman Chronicles blog. That feels like a best solution at the moment, and I could hyperlink new CC content from the present Naval Air Cowman/PrairieAdventure blog.
Either way, what I really should do first is sort through all my posts and reformat the CC-esque posts with a proper and consistent numbering scheme. I suspect I should number them chronologically by date of publication. I know there are a lot of essentially CC posts predating the first one which carried the Corpsman Chronicles moniker. And typically for me, the very first Corpsman Chronicle appears to be Roman Numeral Two, or II. As I sit here pondering that seeming fact I can't help but think it should be ultimately worked into a clever epitaph when I've departed this plane. "He Started By Dropping A Deuce," perhaps.
As I sit here banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee while my mind spins gaily through random colorful scents I'm wondering if simply doing a sequential copy and paste into a single document might be the way to go so far as getting all these stupid posts in proper publication order. Maybe I'll try that.
It'll take some time and effort but perhaps it'll be worth it, and perhaps even turn into something approaching a publishable book. Who knows? The possibilities are quite numerous and varied. I'm also getting to the point in my life where I could and probably should transition to something approaching a full time writing gig. I don't want to sit at a desk for the rest of my life by any means, but a productive and potentially profitable scheme might be in order.
As I read back over this post later in the evening I can tell you one thing for certain about the Corpsman Chronicles series -- it ain't as voluminous as I thought! Seems like I couldn't figure out the Roman Numeral thing. SMH. I can also say that none of the options I blathered on about above proved to be the immediate solution. I still like the idea of writing books though.
And, rebounding into the previous tangent, none of my clothes fit anymore. Not even close. A while back I was surprisingly excited about purchasing a new wardrobe. Not so much these days. I'm thinking thrift store.
Now who in the entire world saw me developing the ability to appreciate that video?
It's many hours later, mid-afternoon, and I'm officially tired. I did a couple of interesting things between 7 a.m. and 2 p.m. (it was 98 degrees at 2 p.m.).
Firstly I hauled the Bobcat home from the south unit. No need to let it get snow-soaked, and I'm quite probably done with fencing down there for the season. I may get back to it if we get a solid Indian Summer, and if that happens hauling the thing back down there is not much of a chore.
The interesting component of this job was the way I was able to swing myself up onto the flatbed of the one-ton via the gooseneck frame. I did it without thinking, and it was easy and felt good.
I could not have done that when I loaded up and took the rig south a few months ago. I mass much less than I did back then and I'm much stronger and much more fit. I find this little bite of life a very cool thing indeed.
The other interesting thing I did was grab my vest and rifle and do the Tactical Rifleman's Challenge again. Same course, same load, same distance, same time. I had more pain than I wanted but I fought through it and it actually began to ease at the three-mile mark. I'm not sure what this means in the context of the back injections I received a month ago. They seem to have been helpful, but my body was also seeming to respond to mass reduction and fitness before the injections. I go back to see the injection/pain management doctor next Monday, so I guess we'll see what we see. It feels like I'm heading in the right direction.
Because of the breeziness and probable wind noise I didn't take any video earlier in the day. Didn't take any stills, either, because I was concentrating on work and work. In the evening I snuck out and got a few okay-ish pics and vids.
Be well and embrace the blessings of liberty.