Sunday, September 28, 2014

Wine Making

I see the dosage amounts for a tannin product I use have been reduced from 10-30g/hL to 4-30g/hL with some accompanying copy as to when one might use what level. Last year I asked the wine supplies contact this very same question, and she looked it up and said use 10-30g/hL. Thanks honey, I can read too, and was hoping for some insight from an experienced winemaker, which she is.  (Same person as in a previous posting that was getting on my nerves for no seeming reason). Chances are I was adding too much tannin, and not getting full flavor and aroma expression. (No coincidence that the tannin product is a light brown powder is it?)

Yoga this Monday evening.... eight students in all, all women. some of the regulars came back, and the Star Girl is on my L again, after being on my R for a year. I see she put a wrist watch over her fugly star shaped tattoos on her L wrist. Tall and slender she is, and further catches my attention with her blonde hair, but beyond that she doesn't hold my interest. She was on my R side with two or three intervening yogis for the past year, and has now returned after an absence, on my L side. Which suggests that my R side is more energetic than my L side, which fits the ambulatory gangstalking scene where these Fuckwits go out of their way to pass me by on my R side. Sometimes they will scoot into a doorway to have extra clearance on my R side, and sufficient reason for me to give them a withering "are you nuts?" look.

At yoga they are now playing Eva Cassidy's "Fields of Gold", this time during the corpse pose part at the end. During this the pixie instructor came to adjust my feet for whatever reason, though this time she didn't suddenly grab them like twice before (and scare the shit out of me as I didn't hear or see her coming). For infrequent or new readers, I am  Eva Cassidy fan big time, and I even recently secured the No Boundaries CD, the only runt of the litter, so I could get her version of Natural Woman on  track 10. Back in 2000 when living in Seattle, I stopped at the B&N CD listening area and "happened" to select a Eva Cassidy CD, Songbird, and heard "Natural Woman" with a spine tingling sensation to go with it. Unusual for me to be so moved by music I thought then. A few weeks later I bought Songbird, but the Natural Woman track wasn't on it. And so it went for the next 7 CD releases for the next 10 years. Finally, I find it, and apart from the one track, the No Boundaries isn't up to the same high standard as the others. Anyhow, I finally "completed" on tracking this down, and it all started with the perps spoofing the listening stations a B&N.

Tuesday, and a perfectly dull one for the most part. In this gig, dull and boring is good.

They did start the day with a screaming age show though. I had just finished loading convenient containers of hemp seed that I purchase in bulk, and the assholes pulled the bulk bag from my hand and sent a 1/4 cup worth of hemp seed in all directions. It is just this kind of insane crap that prevents me from eating chia seeds as they would travel 5x further as they are like miniature ball bearings. I had to clean up the counter, the stove top, the sink and the floor. And adroitly aimed to "happen" on the whole 20" of useful counter length I have, slowing up my next activities. All that was worth five minutes of raging at the assholes because of the diverse clean up.

A stalker at the ATM, this time going to the one in a suburban shopping center, not the last stalked one downtown mentioned in my last posting. A deep  red vehicle, dressed in a deep red shirt and doing the bent over act at the open vehicle door when I arrived. Then she gets it together and tails me into the ATM, and hangs behind me about 6', visiting the window from the inside and then 10' back. When I got out, a red tractor was cruising the parking lot, and turned along the route I was going to head out, and I proceeded to go as I figured he was headed away from the parking lot cross road I was to pass through. And then the Fuckwit driver starts backing it up to get in my way. I decided there was enough room to get through, and as I did the tractor driver turns to the side for no reason, all for me to see that he was a negro. And we have had past negro gangstalking events at this very same ATM; one morning at least six months ago, a negro parking lot cleaner was doing his best to loiter in the front doors of the bank when I was headed to the ATM. A different negro than today's specimen, which begs the question as to how two different negroes got on the parking lot and landscape staff when they are rare as hen's teeth here? Dunno.

Wednesday; two interuption trends this week, so far.

Another post-dinner sleep-in-seat at home, the third this week, and seemingly all to have my dirty dinner dishes sitting on the counter all the time

And screwed out of time in the morning to preclude me from shaving under arms and waist. They pulled this Monday, not yesterday, but again today.

Another is the excessive pissing frequency that has come back. It came on about five months ago, and the urologist said to cut out coffee. So I did (on weekdays), and ergo, immediate result to normality. I have coffee on weekends and the same "problem" returns, but it is much more manageable. Now the problem has returned on weekdays with no prior coffee intake. A trend or not, it is too early to know. Next month I seen the urologist twit again, exactly in the middle of harvest and winemaking activities. No doubt to be a big gangstalking scene, going by last time's visit with my boss "happening" to be ahead of me by a few minutes in traffic, and the helicopter coverage just as I exited the doctor's office.

A rainy day in these normally sunny climes, and I got onto some inside work; the drip irrigation heads get routinely plugged up as the owners don't use filters on their irrigation lines, and there was at least 60 heads to clean up. Another idle-time task was sharpening the some 30 pairs of picking shears and pruners, most not having been used in the last year. I sharpened with my own carbide scraper cutter, as the vineyard ceramic stones would of taken forever.

There was some unconventional interference fuckery for both of the above tasks, threads for the dripper head halves wouldn't engage, and a pair of snippers took forever to put back together because the threaded nut had a habit of loosening without any apparent application of force.


Just wehn I though I would have an opportunity to get some extra employment hour during grape harvest and subsequent wine-making, I am to take 4 days off between now and then.

Maybe I can score some picking jobs somewhere, but so few come up on Craigslist, there must be an alternate job board/network somewhere. It could be a certain ethnic community that does intinerant work in the Okanagan Valley.

A dingy day; no sun, and almost no rain. I was doing 3 hours of leaf picking and the rain began to come one some 80' from the end of the row, and then it backed off. Same again when 40' from the end, and again it stopped to re-occur later when I was at the end of the same vine row.

The owner's dog has been doing extra barking while leaf plucking this week. It starts up when I begin, and turns it on for a while. I didn't wear my headphones today, so the dog didn't time barking according to headphone use like two days ago.

And I see the perps are busy cracking the plastic some more on the headphones, as depicted in my last blog posting.

A dusk onset outing with major vehicular coverage, not being reticent about going back the way they came stalkings, as in pointless vehicular outings unless on a gangstalking mission. A major mudded up pickup joined the fray for 5 minutes or so, first tailing me and then booting ahead and to my L to occupy the center lane for making a L turn as I went by.

Then to SOF supermarket, earlier than usual at 1915h, as I don't usually go to large supermarkets until after 2000h. I cannot count the the number of Fat Men about, waddling in their ridiculous baggy shorts to the knee or lower. A female member of the RCMP, (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) was my "greeter" gangstalk when I entered the store, and then she "found" me at the back of the store a few minutes later, and again, preceded me at the express checkout. And why would the RCMP be in uniform in a supermarket at 1930h? Are they going off shift or are they on duty? Or was it the case of Coca Cola (brown sugar water in red packaging) she had to show me?

This has been the first time I got a blatant ambulatory gangstalking from the RCMP or any other police force, though I suspect it is the combination of uniform (a definite Unfavored wrapped up in female form (generally Favored)). Then some 8 y.o. boy walks/runs toward me from 40' away with no one else in between at the produce section and arrives within 5' of me and then turns around without any eye contact, and skips back the same distance to where his presumed parent was. Then the same kid "happens" to tail me at the checkout with his fat father and elder sister who seemed to want to get behind my back while at the checkout. I couldn't get out of SOF fast enough as it was like Walmart, gangstalking-wise.

A Friday like a Saturday today, and not the first time the perps have activity "swaps" on other week days. This was a mandated day off, and as I take a all day forklift certification course Saturday, I won't be getting to my usual laundry, cleaning, shopping etc. So... it all got done today, a Friday. I have no idea why the perps like to set up habits on certain days of the week, sometimes for years, and then contrive events to have that habit/regular event take place on a sooner or later of the week. The shaving interuptions noted above fit this remotely invoked disruption pattern too.

Extra vehicular gangstalking accompanied me on my short trips to the laundromat and back. And the week-day laundromat lady attendant was there to help me out with the infernal coin slot as it wouldn't give back my dollar coin. And when she pressed the button, why, it returned the coin immediately. And have I not mentioned financial transaction harassment and gangstalking before? Like every other blog posting.

And why is it that the perps need to make me take a piss all the time? Some 20x on the day so far (1945h) and more due to having tea in an hour. For the record, even if a day off, I did NOT have coffee this morning. On weekends when I am allowed coffee, they exploit this by extra pissing games. Today, they chucked out all excuses and putative cover stories, and had a full on bladder assault all day.

With the sketchy weather of late, I sometimes don't wear my spandex shorts under my long pants as there is no point as there is no expected daytime warmth. Other days, when there is expected good weather, I will wear my shorts under my pants as it doesn't get warm in the vineyard until at least 0930h these days. It seems this clothing combination gets the perps worked up to then stiff me with urinary assaults, based on the timing of weather and clothing combinations. Just leaving me the fuck alone will do fine.

Yesterday, although a one time event thankfully, I was getting tools ready to take a 1.5L sample of red wine in the tank at work. I was all set to do so when a sudden need for a bowel movement came on, and what a load it was too. Volumes of a third or less have blocked this toilet for days, but somehow, it all went in one flush, the new standard since 2012. (I have been through ten years of toilet blocking in other words). So what did handling red wine to do with a prior visit to the crapper? As part of the perps harassment show, the colors of red, yellow and brown have been particularly troublesome for them and it would seem the perps wanted a "brown reading" just before getting a "red reading" (wine).

I got my legs waxed, this time by the obvious stalker student who pretended not to know me last time even if she gave me a treatment some 6 weeks earlier. This time she made friendly, though it seemed like I was talking to a wall at times. Normally waxing does not hurt, except the knees, but this time she covered an area that had been "forgotten" to past three waxings and lo, if that didn't hurt all of a sudden. I have no idea why the perps like to pull these on-off games, but they do. Of related note, back in 2004 when they were doing major whole body changes to me, they changed my level of pain sensitivity, so I was less sensitive to pain (thankfully), which supports the facial and chest hair plucking habit they laid on me in 2013 and still continues. But for some reason it seems the perps wanted a localized pain sensation for waxing. (The main other body changes in 2004 were that they straightened out my spine and changed my gait, age reversed me to 35 y.o. or so, made my R eyebrow 1/2" higher than my L and desensitized my throat region so hard liquor doesn't burn all the way down. And of course no one in my family mentioned the more obvious age regression to me, and the further ones since then).

I am now a certified fork lift operator, having taken the course today, and passed the exams. Five other dudes were the students, three from a charity business in Vernon. Only one was fat, and one had shorts, so I didn't get the full-on visual assault of the very Unfavored, just plain Unfavored as they are males over 20 yo. The usual gangstalking clustering around me when outside in the parking lot running the forklift. And one by one they separate from the cluster and go 15' away on the other side of the forklift, facing the opposite direction. Ho hum.

And lo, if I wasn't the last to do the exam, the experienced operators were first to get in and out. And lo, with the propane tank on empty, and the instructor's "concern" about the fuel running out in mid-course, and why, it just "happened" to run out when I was on my last practice. And lo, if the instructor didn't find the key for the lock on the full propane tank on the key ring of the forklift just then. So I helped him carry the full tank and mount it on its bracket after removing the empty tank. Then I took my practical exam after that.

Said pad locked propane tank served as a foil for the instructor to go and find building security personnel and try their key sets. They were in navy blue uniform with fricking shorts, these doddering duckies earning some weekend money to augment their pensions I presume. And too, one person who was decidedly not buidling security but somehow got asked to "help" was this very dark negro in an orange outfit and a rasta hat, one of those formless bag hats I loathe on sight. Anyhow, it was all a good show to see everyone doing well on fork lift operation, and for the first time in a week the sun came out and made it all the better. Yours truly did alright on the fork lift, and no major forced fuckups, save one minor zone-out event when I found myself lifting two empty pallets when we were to lift one. And I also got a visitation from the assholes in the form of red plasma blobs, about four of them when I was backing up, surely seen by the instructor, my only witness by then.

And too, I got strung out for no lunch and only had my morning snack of pecans and brazil nuts to keep me going. But at least I was allowed a water bottle of cold tea and added stevia that was welcome when the sun came out. The experienced guys were out at noon, and I was done at 1500h or so. Upon finishing, the "need", despite my protestations, to get some chocolate and a jar of red lingonberry jam came on when I had no such intrinsic need because all those carbohydrates are not part of my newly adopted Grain Brain diet. But what did I say about the perps liking me to start habits (read, planted scripting) and then have me violate it against my will? And of course the whole town was crawling with extra vehicular traffic, as I went to the deli and bought red and brown grocery items. The Penticton Ambulatory Gangstalkers Rude Show was also out, with a woman in the store stepping right in front of me, all the while pretending not to see me while I was standing in one place.

Then when back at my residence and having had tea and above mentioned chocolate, I got nailed for a seated nap attack with the dirty dishes still out. They hit me for 1.5 hours, then got me up to then clean the dishes and then start dinner. After dinner, a repeat; keep me stunned and immobile in the same seat while even more dirty dishes languished on the kitchen counter for at least an hour. Then they ground me down with some acid reflux pain and had me lie down for a half hour. In other words, not much got done since 1500h, and here it is 2000h as I write this.

My regular dull hike got spiced up today; I met two 50-ish women and helped them out to find the right trail, and then ended up hanging with them for lunch at the top of McIntyre Bluff, and the way back down, and then wine tasting at the adjoining farm, and then driving to another vineyard. One of us was chatting all the time, and none of the weirdness of conversations getting suddenly dropped. One was blonde and the other was brunette with blonde streaks in her hair. Imagine that, friendly and seemingly organic conversation for over three hours. Unheard of since this all began in 04-2002.

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