December 17, 2024

Yesteryear
One year ago today: December 17, 2023, the new guitarist.
Five years ago today: December 17, 2019, we’re not mechanics.
Nine years ago today: December 17, 2015, must be Canadian.
Random years ago today: December 17, 2022, it was too cold.

           What a great way to help me out of my bad vibe. Trump can depose foreign dictators by announcing a tariff if Trudie-boi does not close the border to illegals using Canada as a base. Since Trudeau cannot do that without losing face, he is expected to resign as early as this afternoon. He will still rank as the most hated Prime Minister of all time. (Trump aptly called him the Governor of the State of Canada.) Other Trump enemies (such as Mitt Romney) are apple-polishing. But nothing will make the mob forget what these people tried to do.

           Good morning. All the resident birds are back, it takes around ten days before they recognize I’m around and the feeders are full. The robins are gone, but not their poop over everything including my lumber supply. Can I market that as something special like they do acai berries? Here’s the view from the back window showing the feeder stocked with black oil sunflower, and the clock and temperature gauges that were posed to keep an eye of JeePees environment. There was no known reason, the Reb feels it was just his time. But I’d planned on him being here forever and returning to Tennessee after I was gone. It’s a heartbreak.

           Meanwhile we should be hearing about another omnibus as government funding expires this week. Like many, I say let it lapse and see what transpires. By noon, rumors are flying that Canada is in chaos, with ministers resigning rather than face the public with more obvious lies. This could be interesting. Just not now, I seem to have just got into a long empty funk, still talking to JeePee like he was here. I know that’s a phase but there is more to it. I had plans ahead, thinking it would be me that went first. Which made me realize my circle of friends is shrinking fast. There are fewer than eight people I write and email to on a regular basis any more.

Picture of the day.
American colonial architecture.
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           It was balmy today, I was looking forward to Festus Tuesday when the neighbor called to reschedule. I ran some computers into the silo to see what still works. Most of the afternoon, I stayed in the shed making boxes and staining wood. I found some super dark brown I like but the label is missing. When I’m like this I can make about one box a day. No appetite, just coffee. And that cheese I bought that was in the big bag? It was two small bags so I canned one of the, in a sealer jar. The label said cheddar, but it is bland, more like that cheese they have in the Circle K hot dog pump. Flavorless.
           It’s been days since I played bass or done any navigation. In a way, those are different hobbies, they involve short stretches of intense energy, while building boxes is a slow, even pace which I need right now. It is also a conservative way to save money, quite important at this time. The Biden printing presses have added, they say, $30,000 per year to the cost of the average family. Income has not changed much, so how are these people coping? By plunging into debt. There is a crisis looming. As usual, the manipulation of the markets means we don’t know what form it could take.

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