One year ago today: May 12, 2022, yep, 7-foot high bins . . . .
Five years ago today: May 12, 2018, equal, but separate.
Nine years ago today: May 12, 2014, cider vinegar, it’s okay.
Random years ago today: May 12, 2007, 80% of the screws, maybe.
It was one of those days. I took it off for my own sake. I’ll give you one example only, from this morning. I was driving back from the bank, I’m in the turn lane at a red light, and this lady in front of me has smoke coming from her trunk. I think, I’d better tell her, and just then a wasp got in my window and aimed for my ear. This is one reason I keep a log. A while from now I won’t recall this incident, yet it is so unique it might be one of a kind. And I like to write these down. I instinctively swing my hand to get it way and my sun visor is down, which whacks my thumb so bad I almost broke it.
That’s it. I stopped at Wal*Mart for a new fan, then straight home to beddie-bye. Except it is too hot unless I set up the new fan. And my thumb is swollen half again to size, maybe I’ll never place bass again. It’s one of those swivel tower fans and the base unit has to be assembled. Try it with one hand. A half-hour later, I’m no long tired. So to get tired, I catalog my tray of spare integrated circuits. Where on Earth did I get some of this crap?
Next an article on naming newly discovered celestial objects. Normally named after the discoverer, the latest batches are found by teams. What’s happening is sad, they are giving these objects strange non-English but very Urdu-sounding names, and categorizing them by names of tribes. Fine, until the words get confusing. Like naming an asteroid Himalia, which is pronounced identical to Himalaya, the mountains, the way the English say it. Scientist and engineers are notorious for using misleading names.
None of the above insinuates that zero go done. At best, it means a slower than usual day. Shown here, I still manage to pick up a $51 sheet of plywood for $15, which will now make the roof for my new north work canopy a reality. And some practice pieces (finally) to practice my lock miter bit, which I admit to not getting around to. Hey, I’m a property owner, expect delays.
I’ve missed several great shots, but the squirrels are, as it should be, going hungry. They spend an hour every morning trying to get at the bird feeders. That’s my proof they cannot get into the silo and since they moved into my trees, they can move right back out again. Nothing with a brain goes hungry in Florida. These pieces of planed lumber, I found, have to be sacrificed to get the right router settings. One day, I will invest in a proper router table. Did I mention, copper pipe has gone up $10 a section since a week ago. And I’ll need two more.
Top Moons in our system.
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An afternoon off. Here’s some of those 1,000-word pictures to take place of my typing, which I still can’t do in my sleep. Occasionally I glance up at the Dragon software on my shelf, but like writing, I enjoy typing. I have no pressing need to find an easier way. This series of photos show the birdfeeders as of today. The first is the oldest surviving feeder, showing how the cardinals will “eat down” a layer of regular seed so get at the black oil seeds, shown here slanted toward the feed port. The middle photo shows the ring for the birds to land on, but it will soon be improved as the squirrels can land on it but not get at the suet. I don’t want them even landing. And last, the two window feeders, showing the ball back in service. It is positioned so the birds can’t see into the window and get spooked by movement inside the house.
