One year ago today: August 30, 2021, Tennessee décor influence.
Five years ago today: August 30, 2017, that old red scooter.
Nine years ago today: August 30, 2013, the first time ever.
Random years ago today: August 30, 2008, the professor’s new maid.
Coffee, is there anything it can’t do? Today, I feel like working again. Plumbing work, I mean. The pipes in that one location look messy, but that is due to the distribution of to sets. Some of the iron piping has fittings that are no longer cheap or even available. So, I leave it in place. Whether I die here or get rich, those pipes stay the same until at least that long. There’s a radio program on about women who regret staying single. They come across as ex-feminists and they claim they were pressured into the lifestyle. Not their fault, they say. I’ll have another coffee.
A brief cool morning had me out there filling the birdfeeders and weeding. Recently I was contacted by some big corporation up north that I’ve never heard of. I spent over an hour this morning attempting to find out what gives, but they all play telephone tag. I don’t leave detailed messages, talk to robots, or deal with people who use answering machines to screen their calls. Unless it turns out to be something personal, I’ll let you know. But I’ve never been in North Dakota, Wisconsin, or Michigan. I was planning on it in the fall of 2023, but nobody up there knows that. Curious.
Now for some rotten news. I replaced the cold water line, some five hours of messy hard labor. And that was not the problem. However, the new lines are better suited for when I put in the new hot water tank, which I would like to get to soon enough. The trouble may be the temporary lines I ran in six years ago, temporary, right? I’ve got most of it ready but keep hesitating on the last few steps because that is new territory. Let’s see what happened today in the work while I was under the house.
Gorbachev is dead. Biden thinks the military will obey him if he orders action against American citizens. Google helps France find unlicensed swimming pools, an obvious test run for what they plan in America. (My sheds cannot be seen from above.) Restaurants in Britain are getting €10,000 electricity bills.
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Our book-writer Hortt is still in the jungles, describing mostly flowers and the say locals go about things. He visits botanical garden but mentions on one museum and zero libraries. With forty pages to go, he has to wrap things up in Miami. Here’s his photo, it was on the inside cover and got overlooked till now. His travels by train and bus to and from Bolivia show that nothing had changed when I got there forty years later. If I didn’t say, my hip is mostly fine but my shoulders remain problematical. Both have been repeatedly injured, the right side the worst. I have virtually full movement, it just looks kind of funny as when I raise my arm, the whole shoulder moves, not just the joint. Millions of years of evolution, folks.
“The chief indoor sport of elected officials seems to be thinking up ways and means for spending more money and increasign the taxes on thee already tax-burdened, and about all one can expect when the legislature convenes is increased taxation.
Of course, to reduce the number of government employees, especially in an election year, would also reduce the number of votes for ambitious politicians who are striving to perpetuate themselves in office.
The tentacles of the federal, state and local government have reached out until they now grab about one third of everything produced, and the sad part of it is that a large portion of the enormous take is doled out in the form of unemployment compensation to able-bodied nonproducers.”
The last entry in the book is 1952 and publication was 1953, so he’s gone about then. The tale is not action-packed, yet still carries well for an amateur writer. He wrote it from memory, which got more detailed toward the end and I admit to a smidgen of partiality when saying the book is interesting. Because we shared so many of the same experiences. With the difference that he had money. No way he could do the things he wrote without it. Nonetheless, we both walked across the same desert fifty years apart. Him 1922, me 1972. He did so because there were no roads, me not so much.
ADDENDUM
Chew on this. A lot has been published about the ammunition for the A-10 Warthog, the famous but aging tank-buster. And that ammunition is also getting old. It is famous for using depleted uranium which has low-level radioactivity that is insignificant to its use as a weapon. Unlike other metals, when used as a bullet the uranium does not curl upon hitting metal. Instead it sheds outer layers to become even sharper. It catches fire when exposed to oxygen, spraying the tank with red-hot shards.
An article from JimmyR.com reports millions of the shells are now over 30 years old. They were never used because the Soviets didn’t invade and the rest of the world doesn’t have targets suitable for this type of shell. It goes right though, punching only a small hole at both ends. No link, most of JimmyR does not pass my filter tests.
Another input from JimmyR, here is the most interesting video of ice being produced that you’ll likely ever see, about 8 minutes.
