After six hours, I’ve decided to wait until we get a good customer trade-in. I tore apart all the computer equipment I’ve got here and still could not slap together a decent unit. That’s because I have picked over the parts so often I’ve basically got nothing but junk left. Lots of it, too. Boxes of 40 and 80 Gig hard drives, trays of 128K RAM and such things.Furthermore, the new system of timers works well and more importantly, works best when I am there. This means going into the shop every day and being there, something I had not planned on. Therefore I ran the new numbers and came up with a similar result to years ago. If I could find something lucrative to do while there, possibly involving writing, it would be worthwhile to “run” the shop myself. But what? I’m completely open to suggestions.
I do confess that the heat has caused me to fall behind schedule on all counts except planning. I suppose we all could claim to do lots of planning, but I do tend write mine down. Here’s an odd one. Both Wallace and I don’t care for clothes dryers. I’ve measured out some space and there is room for an excellent clothes line on the east side. I found some good old-fashioned pulleys and wire and soon we’ll have an energy efficient system. I’m also putting a pet door for Pudding-Tat into the crawl space, which she considers her private playground.
Thanks to the Internet, I was able to solve the problem of the musty smell in our washer in a few minutes. Wait for confirmation, but the odor is from a mold that grows around the agitator post and all available information says it is easily rid by washing a load of mild bleach mixture. I had to break down and buy a good used computer at the shop. The day went so fast I didn’t get a lot done. Here is one of our regular customers, the French lady who talks incessantly. Yes, that is her poodle in the knapsack.
I’d like to point out that this is not unusual behavior in this area. There are lots of people here that have much larger dogs ride on their motorcycles. The fact is, she is merely copying a trend. She gets top award for “Rich Skinny Blonde French Lady That Will Never Get a Good Boyfriend”. She is just too weird. If only she could stop talking, even once in a while.Up at Boston Johnny’s I jammed with Arnel for an hour. It was an empty house, so we had a chance to talk. He is taking a well-deserved month off and heading for California. He may know a chick singer that is looking for someone like me to team up with. Arnel’s career spans over 25 years in Las Vegas and the cruise lines, and his casino show was a six-piece. When he said that, he saw me cringe and quickly added that he’d never do that again either. The last five-piece I was in was in my mid-teens.
My group was called “All The King’s Men”, a different band altogether than the one that cut an album during the ‘70s. My band consisted of two brothers, John and Tim, Charlie the singer, myself on keyboards and Ralphie on drums. They continued to play in some combination with each other for over 20 years. It is only fair to point out, however, that they played the same style that entire time, there was no progress of any real kind since I left the group to go to school and my influence was removed. Of course, they feel differently about that, but then again, they also deny I was the one who found and trained them from scratch when I myself was the ripe old age of 14.
