December 26, 2018

Yesteryear
One year ago today: December 26, 2017, I'd meet Hayley Mills.
Five years ago today: December 26, 2013, pharaonic?
Nine years ago today: December 26, 2009, learning mp3+g.
Random years ago today: December 26, 2010, Collins Avenue, Miami.

           We’ve got power back in the shed and by later today, both sheds. Carefully following the handyman directions, I got the sub panel working first try. Here’s a look into the corner where the panel is installed. Golly, I heard somebody say, what a cluttered work area. Yeah, well let me tell you something. I get a laugh when I see these directions that give a small list of required tools. Because I always need three times as many to do a half-decent job. On this effort, I required two drills, a mallet, two screwdrivers, wire cutters, a hack saw, and a pipe cutter. And a radio, can’t work without Boss Hogg radio.

           If you notice, the shed still has dark corners. That’s despite two 300 watt bulbs that throw off noticeable amounts of heat. I’m going to install two more to see if that brightens it up. The catch is that the ceiling is too low to mount any type of overhead. It’s bright already, but the two bulbs in opposite corners still cause shadows in the central work area.

           The biggest advantage? I can start moving the tools out of the front bedroom, where everything is crammed inside right now. All the heavy work is done in there, but I need clean and reliable access to the tools over the summer. You don’t see this cowboy working outside in that season unless it’s some kind of panic. Remind me to measure out the front yard plant circles. Not crop circles, Ernie, the twin brick edgings I’m making for the bird habitat and the loquat tree. Well, not so fast. I can’t find my gardening book on this loquat. I want something that “grows fifteen feet tall” and stops growing.
           On the way home, I saw Charl transplanting some palm plants, so I parked the car to walk over for help. She’s offered some Hawaiian ginger plants for the yard and I asked about the palms. She bought them in $5 pots back in 2012. They are nice now, but I don’t have another six years to wait for them. Wait for pictures on that because it was too dark by then to show the results. She informs me this ginger plant grows a single pod each year that has a ginger aroma, but is not edible. It is high in a type of aloe-like liquid which is apparently used in shampoo.

Picture of the day.
Seating at the Bolshoi.
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           Agt. R was over, we reviewed his newly reinstated mortgage. He didn’t like the idea that he had to make 26 extra payments of $1,000 until I showed him is actually already doing it. That is correct, the payment schedule I guesstimated last year was only a few pennies off the mark. Once he found he didn’t have to change a thing, he was a happy man. He’d brought over the pole saw and a ladder. He found a replacement blade, shown here, so all I need is the new chain. Don’t mix up the saw blade with the way I call the track thing it runs around also a blade.
           Now we’ll get some work done. My car A/C is still not working, but the days have been mercifully nice. Think of it as slightly cool shirtsleeve conditions. The most pleasant winter climate in the contiguous 48. We also measured out the positions for the privacy fence and he’s agreed to keep an eye out for panels. The fence will be regular looking, but the panels are to line the rest of the back yard up to six feet high to prevent snooping. It’s a pity this has to be done, but the inspectors here are not reputable people. The bylaw was never intended to prevent the homeowner from working on his own yard, but that is the way they are enforcing it. All them libtards who want the government to look after them maybe should think about giving them that much power.

ADDENDUM
           By late evening, I wanted to watch a comedy DVD, discovering all I had was a Hillary Duff number called “The Perfect Man”. Egad. This movie was made in 2005 and she is already getting too chunky. The extras in the school hallway have better waistlines than Hillary. And her mom’s tush is way more shapely. My advice Hill, is learn to act or get out of the business. What? Well, she never could act, she just had, you know. To steal a line from the movie, I no longer want to dunk Hillary in my coffee. I mean, too much Duff and not enough Hillary. She’d break the cup and probably the table, too.
           Interesting. You know how the cell companies don’t regard Mexico and Canada as being in North America? Their system isn’t seamless. When I call my estate manageress in Canada, I get docked the regular usage minutes plus a fee per minute for the toll. But when I call an American phone that just happens to be in Canada at the time, I only burn minutes. Hmmm, there’s money to be made there. Now the downside. I am starting to get telemarket calls from Washington State. How did they know, I did not give my number out to anyone while on the Great Trek West of 2018. But I did use this phone an awful lot, as in 800+ minutes. I say the cell companies are in on this.

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