One year ago today: January 30, 2024, truth doesn’t always help.
Five years ago today: January 30, 2020, Broncobrains?
Nine years ago today: January 30, 2016, I stayed home.
Random years ago today: January 30, 2004, the first ten minutes.
As increasing numbers of Obama-era officials are rounded up for child sex crimes, a Democrat in Michigan is openly calling for the Trump supporters to be hung by the neck until dead. And they complained when Trump did some mean tweets. Good morning, a lovely day for some yard work and to measure out some wood. We are going to build a lady a “memory chest”. That she’s came here from Utah and is the sister of the other lady who might buy the only local night club is pure coincidence.
My estate lady is off to Mexico for a month, that island off Cancun, what’s it called? The one with the underwater museum. Anyway, she still gets her paycheck in Canadian money and I see the exchange rate has fallen to a lousy 61 cents. And Ottawa is saying they’ll enact tariffs on top of that? Them Canadians are insane. I decided today was best spent making sure all my books were in order. Actually pretty good, the only discrepancies are the odd time the wrong credit card gets used in Tennessee, which I can easily cover for.
Later in the day, I discovered the bad news. The Canadian dollar fell 10% only once in history on one day. Guess which day she made the exchange for her Mexico trip? See chart.
We are over the worst of this financial setback, but the effects of July and August last year means nothing doing until the middle of April or May at the soonest. If I didn’t say, the total bill for all that went wrong, including have to buy the second van for backup came to $8,100 which I did not have kicking around. That’s on top of buying three other vehicles cash and it is no longer easy to pop in the van and go to Tennessee and back on $420 like it was before Biden came along.
I caught some flak in the yard. The squirrels can still raid the birdfeeders if they get persistent so this round I got the hot pepper seeds. The whole squirrel tribe easily associated me with that. One of the lady squirrels has a “chirp” sound like a large bird. So I hear the racket and walk out to see. There she is, on a limb branch up there letting me know what she thought of me. Looking right at me and giving me the squirrel objurgation. You like that word? Look it up.
In the news, there is a story that the military has had a secret compact to recognize Trump as Commander-in-Chief since 2016 and there exists a vast network of patriotic forces just waiting for him to give the word.
Prisms.
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Back on the 18th, before Trump was in, I mentioned Point Roberts. How the Canadian government had moved to shut the place down. Oh, I’ve heard the cover stories, but I know Point Roberts and make no mistake about it, this was an economic attack. They even put up a chain link fence across an international part so Canadians could not even picnic there. Here is the fence and the sign.. I know that road and the American border is sixty feet behind that sign. That is NOT an American warning. But suddenly the fence came down.
Why? Because Trump is in. The Canadians authorities are denying they put the sign up and are backpeddling like crazy with lame cover stories. This picture is not Monument Park, as was claimed, but Marine Drive. There is a 200 foot cliff just to the right and that fence did not get there by accident. The Canadian government rapidly took the fence down and are claiming no knowledge of its existence.
This, in the town of Tsawwassen, where you cannot even paint your own fence without four or five government inspectors getting involved. The reality is a mile walk down that road used to get you into a saloon with half the prices in Canada. People who were not allowed in the US could wait in the bushes while their ride crossed at the checkpoint just out of sight to the east. Now the Federal, Provicial, and Municipal authorities are all simultaneously pretending they don’t know who put up a 100-foot fence on their precious border? Ass-kissing is the Canadian national sport.
The economical way to quiet down the air compressor planned out. A hood that fits over the entire machine that consists of a 2x3” frame covered on both sides with blankets from the Thrift. That’s two layers of blanket with a dead space between. I know from the front bedroom wall that soundproofing isn’t very effective. The idea is to quiet it down by around half at least. The latest audiobook is immersing for what is not a murder mystery, at least not so far. It moves along, although we really don’t need to know what vegetables are growing in every garden Alice passes.
The plot is an English girl marries and American who’s father owns a mine. This is 1937 and the government has established rural libraries by horseback. She takes the job at $28 per month. So far, she’s riding around the Appalachians learning which hicks and hillbillies to avoid. The moonshiners take pot shots at anybody who can afford a horse that far from town.
In the waning after noon light I very carefully cut the lumber for my trial memory chest. I did not have the desired 9” lumber and decided 7” height will suffice for the test. I will require 24 of my total of 26 clamps and use rabbet joints for strength. I’ll minimize the hardware at the joints but will use the best glue I have, that TiteBond that you cannot hammer apart.
