One year ago today: November 4, 2023, a junk box.
Five years ago today: November 4, 2019, it’s been 40 years.
Nine years ago today: November 4, 2015, more paved wagon trails.
Random years ago today: November 4, 2007, $10 dollar bills.
Up before dawn to find we are out of everything that makes a house a home. Coffee, paper towels, rice, bread. I put the pets outside at dawn keeping a very close eye on Sammy, He’s active bug still recovering from recent treatments and he worries me. It’s like a signal for myself. The software is working finer than ever but the hardware no longer obeys the commands. I decided to take Chooks with me alone to the recycle depot. I took e one van load, it’s like nobody emptied the bags since I was last here. I stopped at Wal*mart and got most of my list. Which set me back $62 If you don’t see photos right away, it means I heed the library computer.
We took a walk near the depot, it used to be wooded and is now down to one patch. I had a hard time keeping up with the big dog and I know since the last few trips the cooler weather isn’t going to make things easier. I read the labels on the doggie prescriptions and one of Sammy’s is marijuana juice. What do they all it, CDV or something. It does call him down, but brings him to a standstill. Give him two drops and if you leave him standing he stay standing.
Home in time to make up a huge batch of rice and ten pounds of chicken. The doggies know that aroma and will patiently wait. Always facing the kitchen. They can’t have any until it is cooled to room temp. I made the rice with strained chicken broth, man that is good eating. And spuds. I’m the only one around here who buys spuds. What part of staple don’t these folks get.
I’ve got the deer camera set up in the planned trail. Return tomorrow to see what we got, reminding you the camera is tricky to use. That path is also the only real option for any wildlife between the main road to the west and the next subdivision quite a hike eastward. That makes it election day, so who knows what or who we’ll come back with.
State prison.
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My findings. Most of the hollow-body basses sold on line are unsuitable. The manufacturers know it is not a guitar and it cannot move the volume of air needed to get any volume. But they do know bigger is better, so they use the same body as the largest guitar, called a dreadnought. To balance this, they fix on the next from a full size bass. And I cannot play a full size, the frets are too far apart. This has been a design fault of the bass since day one and it was avoidable. Because the entire sound is electronic.
I examined most of what was easy to search and see the standard size they offer has a neck at least 30 inches long. I believe the bass I use is called a 7/8ths scale. I don’t see this term on-line, just “shortscale”, but they don’t give a definition. The fretboard on my Danelectro is just over 29-1/2” and i can tell you it makes a world of difference.
Over the years, I’ve learned what to avoid in a bass design. Make sure you have 24 frets and stay away from Fenders due to excessive neck dive and Peavey war clubs for being just to damn heavy overall. Two hours later, I don’t feel I know anything more about the design I want than before. I see now I want a regular guitar body, which averages 4-1/4 inches deep but with a 7/8ths neck. I’m wondering if the correct approach is to find an ordinary guitar that I like and find out from Bryne if there are any insurmountable reasons it could not be reconfigured with the fittings for bass strings.
The library. The Hickory branch, that not only has no noise restrictions, it openly encourages cacophony. The same outfit that lets the third worlders hold drum lessons. Nothing spells open-mindedness like letting people bother the taxpayer. Today there was just one gimp, but she loud and ugly enough for a squadron. Fake half-shrieking belly-laughs at one of her pretend friends that live in her ear pods. “I can’t help it!” she keeps saying when others look over. Hey, fatso, just help yourself out the door.
tI was up late, Sammy was not having a good night. Even sound asleep he seems to be having dreams that can scare him. But he’s had arthritis for years and it is know pain killers can have this side effect. He will not go without luxury meals while I”m here.
