One year ago today: January 30, 2022, a few expensive spots.
Five years ago today: January 30, 2018, still working on that floor.
Nine years ago today: January 30, 2014, mainly deserted.
Random years ago today: January 30, 2013, Miami’s dying bookstores.
Start with a picture of papaya progress. A late morning and only one source (JimmyR) made it through my filters. I cannot open BitChute and dozens of sources because my anti-jerkware blocks them. What’s in the news as I have my pancakes and coffee? ChatGPT continues to pass advanced exams, which this blog predicted in 1985. It’s not the A.I., it is mainly the way they’ve changed how to write the exams. No thinking necessary. The Google exec who sued for being fired because he was sexually harrassed by a female is suing—and I believe his account. Why? Because I worked alone with 392 women for many years and he reports the correct manner in which these women operate. I would catch him if he lied for a split second.
For years I was the victim of this sort of complaint, which some company seniors entertained. They would not believe I didn’t talk about sports because I didn’t know anything on the topic. Woketards did not like my ability to work an entire 8 hour shift without speaking to them. Women didn’t like when I called them by their married names. It was around 50/50, that is, half the people came to work to have fun and socialize. I, on the other hand, work because I was born poor. No other reason. But at work, I like a calm, predictable atmosphere.
Not even two hours, that’s how much I got done this morning before requiring a break. We have a termite bloom in the red shed lean-to, which has attracted a dozen swooping birds in for the feast. This may be hard to see, but each tiny bright fleck in this picture is a termite. I cleared the space on the last silo wall to begin the last of the siding, including sealing off the soffit part, where I’m certain the baby raccoon will soon discover they fit. In fact, minutes later, here is the proof they found a way just last night. Looks like the woodpeckers will feast today.
It is time for another payout from Caltier, I’ll let you know asap. The deposit sequence is bad, it is identical for manual payments as automatic. Each takes “3-5 days” which in America means must before midnight on the fifth day. Thus, the monthly plan is just an interruption of your other activity, so I am canceling it. For clarity, I had the account set up to take money out on the 21st of each month. Since that takes five work days, take this month as an example. The auto-payment took from the 23rd to the 27th, so the manual deposit of the 27th won’t make it before end of the month.
By law, REIT funds must pay monthly, so maybe tomorrow. It will take several months data before I can figure out the formula they are using, though I often just take the beginning balance and use that. After time, the new incoming amounts don’t have as great an effect, it’s kind of a plateau that I strive for.
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Three more hours on the shed, that last bit of the east wall, where each piece has to be marked up the ladder, cut, back up the ladder, and so on 60 times. The raccoon ports are sealed off unless they can get through the soffits. Everything is set up for those [soffit works] but on a still night like this, 6:00PM is mosquito time, I was lucky to get inside with both arms. Here’s two views of the work, it was only up to just above the ladder when I began. I didn’t have to stagger the wood joints like this, except I wanted it to look like more than a slap-together.
It’s possible one set of robins stayed on. I see them working the front yard, where the topsoil is a foot deep. I take the hoe to a strip now and then just to give them a break. They must nest up awful high to never be seen, probably due to the 15 cats in the vicinity. I also dragged the lumber over to finish the laundry room canopy. It’s not a priority but once complete there will be some supply storage, which is always in short su
pply around here.
Navigation. I sunk a few hours into testing my new system and it works as long as I’m in the western northern hemisphere. But why would I sail in the Humbolt? It’s not something recommended by the books, which are all about carefully writing down your data. My method leaves out apiece of data until you write it in directly. I won’t delve, since I have not had time to really plow into it.
ADDENDUM
The conversation was back to Jimmy and immortality. I would object to any comparison of our ages. For a start he was in his 70s and that defined a lot of his character. He wanted a replacement for the wife that left him, apparently quite some time ago. I say his lack of hobbies and socializing are a big factor. He never went anywhere or had any interests that I could define. He was friendly but not outgoing. Thus, unlike myself, he never did anything extra to make his mark on the world. Yes, he must have had circles of friends, but immortality is when strangers never met or imagined know your name down the line.
So that ends the comparison. Unlike my lifestyle, Jimmy never worked at any long-term projects or had anything that says he tried. I’m convinced I could have left the world a beter place had I got the means when I was young. I can look back on a half-century of never wasting a moment doing nothing. From what I saw, doing nothing is fun for most people. No, if we are seeking what creates or causes immortality, there is no reliable way to do the math by age. This week I’m trimming my library down to 150 books, that alone is a separation from the pack.
Speaking of old guys, it seems Benny Hill reruns, overdubbed, are currently a big hit in Spain. Hundreds of unseen episodes. But all in Spanish. Way to go, Internet.
