One year ago today: July 17, 2017, carvaggio.
Five years ago today: July 17, 2013, topics avoided here.
Nine years ago today: July 17, 2009, an impressive presentation.
Random years ago today: July 167, 2006, early posting style.
Something I’ve not seen before? A factory electric cable (14/2) with an internal break. Right off the roll, and it had been properly unrolled so not even a chance of a spiral crimp. Strange, I was up and down the ladder so many times I finally looked and sure enough. I didn’t have the presence of mind to snap a photo. But it was attic work all morning. There are many critiques of attic fans, that sure they cool but do so by drawing air conditioned air out of your living spaces. Not mine, the two areas are practically pneumatically separate.
And after those two sockets, I’m ready for siesta. My glory days are over. This year makes fifteen since I developed my heart condition, and you never really do recover. This is easily mistaken for old age, but for all I know, they are the one and the same. Do not panic, dear readers, this does not mean I’m throwing in the towel. Chances are I’m twice as active as most people my age. Show of hand, how many of us here have crawled up in an attic more than ten times in the past month? That’s what I thought. I won’t even compare myself to couch potatoes.
Just when you think you’ve already seen the worst driver in Florida, some yahoo like this comes along. I cannot imagine what is wrong with the idiot on this red motorcycle. Or who is more of an idiot, him or that lady who would ride with him. He seemed unaware of other traffic, went weaving in and out the lanes without signaling. And if there’s one thing worse than an jerkface who drives in your blind spot, it’s the ones who blast past you and slow down so you are driving in theirs. He sped up and slowed down randomly, so he passed me, as shown here, three or four times on this six mile trip. Weird.
Next, I want my kitchen floor back. I’m by no means finished under there, but it’s at the stage where I can temporarily lay down the subfloor, throw down some rugs, and live happily until I decide I want to continue. This month has been delay after delay on the renovations and I would like to focus more on the new business. Since I received good news from the west, I double checked and yep, this is a go. I understand it could be done for less, but is that wise? Will you get the best locations? The only thing I can be quite sure of is if you start for less, don’t set up next to my operation. I have a budget to undercut any unwelcome competition that you would not believe. I won’t say but it is in the plural thousands.
What good is that without a kitchen floor? I don’t even have a place to chop onions at the moment. We salvaged a fridge and tested it out y’day. It is set up over in the carport. The handles are missing but the only thing wrong was the blower fan. I spent $65 finding that out on my fridge, so instantly recognized the problem. That solves our cold storage plans for now. No word back yet from the inspector or the commissary.
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Well, I can have a sofa or two easy chairs, but not both. Thanks to code enforcement, I will have no Florida room unless I pay somebody twice what this house is worth to build it. So that makes this place into a potential office and storage area, but maybe I should wait to see if there is any money in hot dogs. I noticed a lot of the people that do it still have day jobs. That’s inconclusive, however. I’ve seen that also when some guy is up to his neck in debt and needs the side money. Here is a view of the now opened up kitchen area, showing how an ordinary sofa is too long, it juts past the bedroom door at center.
[Author’s note: the far wall in this picture shows the color of the paint. It is black, but not jet black. That’s a sheet of plywood behind the sofa, it is temporary. But you may infer a lot from this photo. It shows the typical clutter of working on a place while living in it. Materials on stacked on one wall and furniture shoved against the others.]
Agt. R has the concept that the hotdog cart is or can be made self-contained. Not so, I say, but he’s welcome to try. Some parts, such as the required covered trash container, is going to have to be transported separately and away from the food surfaces. Also, looking over the list of projected required consumables, it seems better to buy in bulk and carry enough of everything so you don’t run out unless business is fantastic. Should that happen, you’re making plenty enough to pay somebody else to go get something.
I still cannot find out from the tax department if the $101,000 the average full time cart operator makes annually is gross or net. Judging by their reluctance to say, I probably won’t know until I try it myself. Another item to watch out for on startup is cash reserves. It’s fine for me to say the whole affair has cost me $2,300 so far, but I’ve also had to tie up money. There’s a $500 emergency repair fund, $400 in petty cash, and $1,000 for stock and any unexpected costs—now that I’ve learned the system pounces when they see you showing any initiative.
In another lucky episode, I seem to have a Frank Sinatra movie that is actually any good. “Kings Go Forth” concerns another 1950s movie with all that surplus military gear, but this one concerns the theme of an American falling for a French gal and finding out her father was black. So she’s half black but not in the movie, of course. All white people in the movie. The issues are handled very delicately for a movie made in that era. I’m impressed. And tired. I may sleep on the sofa tonight. As for reading, I’m on the chapter about prime numbers, which I understand but can’t grasp the significance.
There is a section about that topic, including methods to tell if a number is prime. Maybe I’ll learn something here. Later, and by that I mean 3:10AM, I’ve learned a lot. I can’t put this chapter down. I’m guessing this must be a college-level text, since they never taught us any of this stuff in grade school. They did, however, teach snippets of it. We got one single cursory lecture on “logic”, that P∩Q material back in eighth grade. I remember it only as the first situation where I definitely remember “nodders”. Those are students who don’t get it but don’t want to appear stupid, so they nod. When I ask, for further explanation, the teach points out I am the only one not nodding, so smarten up. And the class moves on.
ADDENDUM
Aha, this textbook is great, at least for my learning slope. Which can be flat as a pancake when dealing with liberals and other lost causes. This book ties it together for me, I am reading page 163. Yes, we were “taught” the logic formulas that one time. And we learned about factors, including the least common multiple and what primes were. But never was there ever a hint about how these could be harnessed together to produce useful results. This was, for me, an early instance of how I could pass tests by memorizing enough individual items without understanding the big picture. I estimate I passed a good one-tenth of my courses by this method.
To follow along, you’ll need a copy of “The Nature of Mathematics” and while you are at it, learn a little about the author, Karl J. Smith.
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