One year ago today: February 2, 2024, cull lumber.
Five years ago today: February 2, 2020, the chickens liked it.
Nine years ago today: February 2, 2016, it’s free for $10.
Random years ago today: February 2, 2001, I won. Again.
It’s a good morning with the news that Melania just slapped a $900,000,000 defamation lawsuit on that TV show with all the fugly housewives. That one with Whoopi in the corner, constantly venting her spleen. Today that short circuit in the hallway light gets priority. It has to, it’s the same circuit as my coffee maker. There may be more to the cry to cease property taxes on those over 65. Here’s Mr. Red having supper last evening in what is now a very typical scene from the deer camera.
Ray-B is invited to Derry Downs tomorrow, where I plan to be for the jam session. I don’t plan playing, in case it’s another routine like in Sparta (was it) where the jam was all recording artists who’d played together for decades. This just in, Poland has allowed live ammo against the border hordes, but no photos of bodies on the ground yet.
As these are for sale items, I bought enough lumber to complete five boxes, but just threes sets of hardware. This time I was very selective about the lumber. The way I cut the rabbets would have to be altered for appearances. By now, I have the experience to visualize those changes. Let’s see what we come up with. Feeling up to a Sunday drive, I bought the lumber in the southwest end. This allowed time for another few chapters of the audiobook. Before that, you might want to pause for a look at the post hole. See, for me this is a big task. I have to dig in three stages so no bones, muscle, or attitude gets strained.
Post holes are another task that makes me remember Elliott, who has dropped out of the picture. That’s the Englishman who invented the brake tool. He was not only one to not give credit nor tolerate others taking credit, no matter how due. I would have drawn flak for mentioning that digging that hole was extra effort for me. Elliott for sure knows it is no big deal and he also knows fifty people who could do it better and not brag about it. Ha, it’s probably best, given the accomplishment rates I’ve seen in others, that I never wind up in a nursing home with people who’s claim to end game is knitting sweaters for “needy penguins’.
The plot also thickens as Alice’s mentor is surreptitiously distributing letters not to sigh any mining papers. We discover Alice’s marriage has not been consummated, and there is more than enough suspicion as to the hubby’s true preferences. They’ve discovered the lame girl, who’s mother volunteered her as a rider, has a great singing voice, and we have some side romancing going on. While I was never raised in that bad of condition, it was likely because people around me I would not stand for it. I may have been unlike my siblings, but that does not mean I wasn’t a powerful influence to be contended with. Not asking was their distinguishing trademark, a fancy way of saying they liked to help themselves.
Poor people are all alike in so many ways, and this book kind of unwittingly says this. I have seen it all first hand. How they can sit there doing nothing for years on end—until you make a move to get ahead or better your lot. They spring into action, now they want to cooperate, go partners, and discuss their share of the profits. Yep, after you have come up with the idea, laid the groundwork, and put up the capital, they are all suddenly full advice and micro-interest in your every move. Now they all want to be on the team and they ain’t takin’ no for an answer. By the second time you walk past, they will be in your way and demanding money to move aside. You bet I’m finding this story amusing.
I’m on disk 4, about halfway. One unintended annoyance is how the women talk between theselves. It superficially sounds like they are exchannging good advice, but where men would encourage others to improve, rectify, and get off their arses, these women are mostly deception and misdirection. Have a mental or physical flaw? Don't fix it, hide it. Ann Landers would love this bunch. A famous cowboy singer has come to town and he’s now playing on the town square. There’s another difference. Where my brothers would identify with standing downwind where they could hear the music for free, I identify with the entertainer. Same planet, different worlds.
Fingal’s Cave.
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Here is the box situation I’m alluding to. These are the same two boxes. Panel A is laying on their sides, as designed. Panel B is lying on one end, which caught my interest. Normally the boxes would not be stacked this way because the way the rabbet cuts expose the end grain. By now, I have the experience to visualize the small changes needed to change the cuts—but at the same time, the top and bottom become the new sides and I have no solid plants of that dimentions. But I do have an underused biscuit jointer. I have not yet mastered matching up the grain for that wrap-around look.
You know that Wal*mart at the corner of 98 and 17? Another overturned truck. As you approach the intersection, it looks like a through street until you get right up to the traffic light. Then you see the road is a hard left turn or you will wind up in the Wal*mart parking lot with no way to turn around without waiting for cars to more. That would be around the fifty shipping container I’ve seen lying on its side because they will not put up warning signs.
Look at all the people posting videos of the streets in New York City. All the bums and drunks are gone, nobody selling counterfeit junk off blankets. Young couples walking with baby stroller again. Trump has cut off aid to South Africa over their treatment of Whites. I’m truly curious to see how long the Zulus and Bantus last without their free Yankee collars.
A.I. is programmed to ignore “bad questions”, which to me means it isn’t work a crap. I’m watching DeepSeek being put through the tests. It isn’t doing well. Was this a ploy to unseat NVidia? I saw some of the characters it generates. Folks, there is a reason amateur porn outsells the mainstream brands.
It says here with the 25% tariffs, thousands of Canadian businesses are planning to relocate to the USA. Trudeau is on about how everything will cost 25% more. That’s nonsense, people will buy whatever is the next cheapest.
Here’s some extra reading for you. Having never found an on-line investment option that is the right combination of understandable, easy to monitor, and pays daily, today I glanced over the offerings. There are some types I reject outright, which includes anything that does not specify what the income generator is or how it works. That would include EarnOS, the Australian outfit that says you make money by “engaging directly”. It defines itself as an “omni-chain Layer 2 payments orchestration protocol” which means nothing in real-world talk. In fact, it sounds the opposite, like they are attempting to baffle with bullshit. As if we don’t know such catch-phrases are generated on-the-fly for just that purpose. Return tomorrow to see what I found.
ADDENDUM
There is more than one way to do the books for every situation, and often I’ll run some of these alternate scenarios. I did one on my social security as if that had been my only income. You know, like how so many people plan their lives. I’m okay the past few months because nothing major has gone wrong. If I back out certain costs, such as gasoline to Tennessee, because I would probably spend that going some place else, I have spend over $37,000 since November in 2017, when the Reb invited me to Thanksgiving dinner.
That’s all living and travel expenses, there are no items like investments or cars inthat number. There is a lot of pet food in that total. And vet bills I mean. More on pets than on myself. It reveals that half the money I saved on rent has been used up for that one item I’ll call Tennessee.
