One year ago today: November 17, 2021, it wasn’t arthritis, whew.
Five years ago today: November 17, 2017, arriving 40-50 years late.
Nine years ago today: November 17, 2013, Beaumont, TX.
Random years ago today: November 17, 2014, always two ingredients.
Watch for a change, there is always a change around this time of year for me. That does not imply a good or great change, for example, I did not win the lottery. How goes it for you this morning? This is the sound of a real hurdy-gurdy. Darn rights I posted asking if they do any Deep Purple. That is a signal how old I’ve become and I know it. When I was young, as it were, it was a customary joke to ask any small band or solo musician if they played any Deep Purple. You kind of had to be there. Today, I’m officially old by every standard. Except possibly my insatiable curiosity and my child-like sense of wonderment and maybe my handsome-yet-boyish good looks, but that’s another tale from the trailer court. If you’ll buy that, you’ll buy what happened in Arizona.
This is a view of the control box for the fan, vacuum, and exterior yard light. I owned up to the fact the back area of the yard is never going to be used for much other than working on something.
Today in history almost exactly 11 years ago, I asked a didgeridoo player if he could play any and he did. I don’t recall if I was able to record it. That was in St. Augustine. I drove there and back from Miami by 150cc scooter around November 16, 2011. Sigh. Nowadays, when I leave town, it is for Nashville. When do I leave again? Soon. If I’m going to freeze all day, let it be where I can tuck my toes under the dog. I’m up early and she’s a cold one. And here’s a nice little video on why the you-know-who made marriage a legal contract.
Folks, this is the week I declare myself to be officially old. As in over the hill and senior citizen and so far past my prime I can’t get out of bed in the morning. I’ll reflect on it this Sunday because today I have to build a canopy for my compressor and dig some fencepost holes. And tomorrow I think I have an audition. Of the things that stand out in my life, one is that I’ve only ever asked out three women. One when I was 16, another when I was around 20, and the third when I was around 50 (the only one who said no). Yep I’ve only asked out three women in my life.
It warmed a bit so I was out there, this time I cleaned more lumber and hauled stuff to the back where it can’t be seen. That’s important as I’m taking down the hillbilly canopy and that bares all from the street. Next I ran the gas chain saw for the month, not scheduled until Sunday but I’ve got this intuition about Tennessee. That’s the saw I just had adjusted and it ran on the rough side. Hmmm, I need more mechanic training. I’m also going to prop the back fence where I put the lumber shelves. It’s starting to sag already.
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I got the hillbilly shed torn down and all the lumber moved to where it’s going to be reused. Now I’m glad I left an extra six inches of overhand on the workshed eave. It makes protecting the compressor much easier. Tossing out some perfectly good items I’ll never use left me just enough time to put up a temp fence across the spot where the sidecar is parked. It blocks the view from the street and that is where I plant to put the hot dog cart soon as I can catch Agt. R at home. Anyway, the structure is torn down but shown here, the leftover crap still has to be hauled away. This exciting photo you will only get from the blog that dares.
I was slow closing the books for this year, due October 31. That’s because nothing happened that needed any real attention. Looking back, it was not buying this cabin that settled me down, it was Tennessee. I’d plans for a home base to just do nothing, but like my stab at training myself to watch TV, none of the standard retirement practices worked on me. As for the big change that’s supposed to happen when you formally retire, it never happened for me. It rather phased itself in gradually since 1996 when I left the company.
By that time, I’d already known it would be a solitary lifestyle. Everybody my own age was either broke or up to their arses in alligators. That has not changed. There are two groups, the rich and the non-rich and I can’t really hob-knob. I’ll repeat saying I’ve not me anyone else in my category, genteel retirement. The closest thing I saw was families living on credit cards as a substitute for the fun of raising kids. I cannot imagine working 50 weeks for 2 weeks off, but I once did it. By the end of my career at the phone place, I had almost two months vacation per year plus all the other time off. Yet, it was never enough to really unwind. In 1991, had 6 months off with pay. After that, they changed the rules so you could not do that any more.
What is due for 2023 and beyond? Nothing, other than a planned trip around the country next fall. I’ve not had a successful band in thirty years and I’m not strong enough to solo. I’ve tried, but I get to 15 or 20 songs and lose interest in daily guitar practice. I’m living in an era where so-so bass players are the ones that get into local bands. One of my search criteria on-line seeks rich people who have successfully kept their private details off the Internet. Today someone came up that I’ve never heard of. Agnete Thinggaard. Ring a bell? Nope, but she’s 39 and has no specified height or weight, we know she’s a Taurus. Give up? She’s the great-grandaughter of Ole, the Danish carpenter to invented Lego. She’s worth $8.9 billion and rides horses a lot.
ADDENDUM
Who recalls the fancy “vertical forest” apartment building in China? It’s in Foshan, northwest of Hong Kong. Here is its most famous picture. Heralded as the latest in climate-friendliness, the building is full of ornamental glass, rare flowers, and statues. A typical Chinese city with 3 million cars and only 1 million parking spaces, the rich just hire chauffeurs to drive the cars around 24 hours a day.
Plants stain and damage brick and mortar siding.The higher plants are eventually going to shadow the lower. Speaking of higher and lower, that is one of the criteria for detecting breast implants. According to ,a href=https://www.bodymeasurements.org/real-vs-fake-breasts/>bodymeasurements.org the correct ratio is 45% upper to 55% lower. And they will get flatter when the woman is lying down. That’s something you should probably determine on your own.
You will be living with bugs, germs, and mold.
Insecticides also kill you, just at a slower rate.
Indoor plants are not care-free.
Here is an Israeli robot-gun keeping an eye on Palestinian protesters. It’s an eerie step toward a total human-free guard system. It springs directly from Palestinian violence that kills Israeli soldiers so one might say the move is justified. For now, the rifles fire rubber bullets, tear gas, and stun grenades. It’s an insight into how fifty years later the Palestinians have not learned what does not work. We have a similar problem with non-whites in America.
I watched that video on the dumbest Lotto winners, it was from England. Concerning the people who squandered or lost their money in no time. Most of it was dumb inexperience and lack of self-control, which has little to do with the money if you ask me. I see most of them lost out of duh, but not the episode of the lady who kept it a secret, divorced her husband, and moved on. That should entirely be her perogative. This has precedent and she should have known better, but I disagree she was under any obligation to tell the husband she won. Careful what I’m saying here. Yes, marriage assets often get split down the middle, but I’m saying something different. Was she obligated to tell him? I say no, that keeping secrets is a huge part of marriage.
The court disagreed, saying it was fraud and awarded the husband not half, but the full amount. That is wrong on every level. What got me is how he found out two years after they were divorced. The lotto people sent a letter to her old address asking if she wanted a cash payout. Now, that would never happen to me, I learned about giving out your home address fifty years ago. She should have paid something, I suppose, but to be convicted of fraud is over the line.
The common thread of all these losers is the lack of infrastructure, their lives had no depth. I spotted this as a problem while still in grade school. Others didn’t have to try half as hard as I did because they had family infrastructure. In the end, it was to take me 18 years to build a foundation that others got for free. So while it might be said they did not appreciate because they did not work for it, that presumes they knew it was there. Most of them, like these lottery people, had no concept of it.
