January 25, 2017

Yesteryear
One year ago today: January 25, 2016, looking at more properties.
Five years ago today: January 25, 2012, DNA clone machine, $599.00.
Nine years ago today: January 25, 2008, visiting Lake Worth.
Random years ago today: January 25, 2015, on the Angolan war.

MORNING
           Here’s a picture of that “cabin” mentioned last day. The one my pal is helping a friend get into shape up near Prince Robert. It kind of puts my little operation to shame. He’s told me of siding called “Hardy”. Never heard of it—but that’s why we have the Internet. It is described as a “chalk” material. Return after I’ve researched that one.

           After consulting with my people out west, it’s time to proceed on the renovations by myself even if that means hiring help and includes the situation where things return to the way they were, so in a sense, they can never return now. The bottom line is I am 90 days behind schedule over here and winter is half over. I have no porch, my floor is unlevel, and my new bathroom is not even started.
           One new item is a crackdown on expenses. That doesn’t mean money isn’t spent, but it means a keener segregation of costs between household and renovations. I always had the information, but it was lumped together. Beginning this Friday, there will be no overlap. The only new figure is I now know it costs $121.64 monthly for all my services (water, sewer, garbage, etc.)

           I’m also not unpacked yet. I’ve had to do chasing around because I can’t located necessary records and such. Nobody could have predicted that truck disappearing, but that was last August already. Tomorrow, locate that bottle jack and tell Tractor Supply what they can do. When you go down there, they are brim full of suggestions what you can do, but none of them will lift a finger. It was like being back at the phone company.
           Cripes-amighty, I got a second call from out west and did I just get my ass chewed off. Same message, that I’m a fool to rely on any help. My protest that the primary reason for doing so was my failing health—Pooh! They would have nothing of that, calling it an excuse. Time to get off my tush and establish a daily work schedule on my cabin. I know when I’ve done been told.

Picture of the day.
When fog freezes.
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NOON
           My ears still singed by the teleconferences this AM, I took the Rebel down to the south end to the bank. Then, needed space to ponder, I drove all the way out to visit with Agt. R and find out what I need by way of supplies. Concrete, roofing tar, primer, flashing. (He knows about this stuff and unfair as it is, I’m not paying him for all this advice.) Time to get to work. The consensus is that I’m on my own with the renovations and time to start acting like it. Here’ your DIY chain saw.

           Agt. R has been invaluable. He worked the big stores knows what people came back to say doesn’t work. Now, I’ll buy the fiberglass wheelbarrow (instead of steel) and the white-colored roofing tar. I’ve done been told to strip and prime the wood siding the same day—even allowing dew to settle on the wood is wrong. The floor will be concrete, not mortar. And always paint the back of your house first—but I’m going to let you reckon why that is on your own.

           For anyone with short memories, the plan was for JZ and I to remodel an older place to see how that would work for a small business venture. If you read back around a year ago, you can find mention of this as a decisive factor in buying this property. I was prepared to put a down payment and pay out a nicer, bigger place. JZ wanted to fix up a place and flip it, using the profit for a bigger place. So, this house is a compromise and in a sense, it succeeded in letting JZ and I know that such a business venture is unfeasible. Hey, at least we tried.
           I doubled the budget for renovations beginning February. If you think you’ve got problems, take a look at this video of Paris. YOU'RE TOO LATE, THE VIDEO JUST GOT BLOCKED. This, folks, is what happens when you leave Liberals in charge hoping it will shut them the fuck up. Liberals are traitors to their own kind, never forget that.

Country Song Lyric of the Day:
“If I Were In Your Shoes, I'd Walk Right Back To Me.”
NIGHT
           Aha, I knew it. A medical journal, I’m not specifying, has announced that there is a form of motion sickness that is like jet lag, but without the nausea. See, I told ya. It’s a feeling of being off balance without being dizzy. I knew it wasn’t ordinary vertigo, because I could eat a horse and also, I got it from north-south travel. Therefore it was not garden-variety jet lag.
           The lastest musican canceled out. There is a pattern to that. I contact them and they say they want to play in a band more than anything. I explain the logic of a duo as the best band for the times. Their reaction is always that this is the first time they every heard anyone who has paid any attention to the matter. They ask for demo recordings. I send them a recording. They contact back the next day saying they changed their minds, they don’t want a duo. Yet, if in about another year, you ever see these same people in a band, it is a duo. Hmmmm.

           I sat around sketching designs and planning some materials purchases. So, here are some stage one-liners I lifted from an old Benny Hill episode.

           √ The DJ said, “You are listening to AM 1650.” How does he know?
           √ Just because nobody complains, it doesn’t mean all parachutes are perfect.
           √ All the people in favor of birth control have already been born.
           √ Do teenage polar bears hibernate around?
           √ That missing link between apes and modern man—maybe it’s us?


Last Laugh
It’s the cat’s birthday. Sure, sure.

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