One year ago today: February 25, 2024, since Windows 95.
Five years ago today: February 25, 2020, never anything better.
Nine years ago today: February 25, 2016, today’s GHA.
Random years ago today: February 25, 2018, I love my sound wall.
That was Wilford on the phone, he has a membership card says okay. The nearest outlet is in Brandon though they will not guarantee over the phone they have the dolly in stock. It’s early and still flooded. The trip will give me time to plan and listen to more of “Four Winds”, which I comment on in today’s addendum. He knows the potential of owning this apparatus, but he’s on his own with that. I read 18 reviews on the equipment and they agreed on one point—a single tow paid for itself. Having said that, the millennials invaded my space.
I contacted Will to see if he could pull up the same site, he said no. That means the site is deemed a scam, even if it is not. Here’s the linden trees in full bloom again. They drop all those lovely flowers in a couple days. A quiet day means the chores are top of the list. I filled the bird feeder with a mix of the pepper hot, seeds, the mealworm and peanut butter treats, and your regular black oil fare. And the woodpecker got some blueberry suet. The senior woodpecker is showing up He is now full size and nonsense.
Aha! Noise in the kitchen, what have we got? Another adult rat, they grow them healthy in this climate. That’s the last of my pizza crust they so dearly love. Off to the cemetery and I stopped at Texas Rogers. Since there is no convenient way to spell Roge, Roj, about let’s try “Tex” and see if that sticks. He now has the club welder, which, except for the broken handle, seems to be in excellent if dusty condition. The plastic handle broke off years ago. I hope the thing works, it was only ever used a couple of hours.
Next, he gave me a hand with that wonky signal light on the Hyundai. It’s a bulb that works its way loose and there is a nut holding the entire piece in place that is hard to get at with one person or the thing falls out by itself. I shudder what that would cost to replace. It’s working fine, we talked about towing, he has one of those huge trailers, much too large for small jobs.
As for a dolly, we wait for a bargain or a panic sale for now, we can rent a U-Haul on Wilford’s credit card until then. I put out some new special woodpecker feed and this photo is the linden trees now blooming with flowers. It’s chilly. During my search this morning, I got transferred to a gal situated in Vancouver, Washington. It was not busy and we talked twenty minutes about the way things used to be out there. She confirms the state was taken over by dastardly California politics and is no longer a sleepy out-west place to live. Like the rest of the country, it went from old America to where you now have to be constantly on the lookout.
She’s been to all my old hangouts in Depoe Bay, Lincoln City, and Newport. They are not good places any more. All the property worth anything has been nabbed by drug dealers, all the clubs are taken over by gambling, and she even remembered the Old Oregon Tavern from 1994, the last time I was there, if I recall. It’s now a gay bar. Yep, the laid back northwest was easy pickin’s for the California degenerates and it is gone forever.
Replies to Musk’s survey included “upgraded field office coffee machines” and “intimidated 17 innocent Americans”, but too many stated operating the paper shredders as their only accomplishments. People are not happy about the reassignment of 1500 FBI agents who should have been fired.
Later, on the advice of Tonio, the Valdosta towtruck guy, I decided against the dolly. The weight limits are very strict and he says obey them. For the next size dolly that will handle a mid-size van, we are talking $1,400. I want to tow, not go into the towing business.
The haunted Skirvin.
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Got me, tired by siesta time. I got some groceries and other supplies before my internal clock said into the sack now—or risk falling asleep during Festus. I stopped at the post office to see if they had a slightly bigger box so I can ship Chook’s winter jacket back. Did I mention it got left in the van last trip. Well, the next up is too big and they want $20 to ship it. Naw, we’ll put something together from the shed. Now that the welder is out of the way. The deal is if he gets it running he teaches me a few basic welds.
Festus did not appear in tonight’s episode. There was not even a gunfight. A loose count says we have watched 36 of the 42 recorded episodes. And as we approach the end, it’s like they ran out of action themes and we are getting drama instead. That was not the deal. Tonight’s plot was a drunk who gets lynched for a killing. Matt cross examines a few witnesses and uncovers a coverup. This was more like Perry Mason.
The neighbor eats downtown a lot and brings home trays of side dishes, which he often gives me. Today is was like chicken tenders, but so spicy hot I put them back in my fridge for later. I don’t mean spicy, more like flavorless concoction that left your mouth with a burning sensation. Has the American palate become so chemically numbed?
Meanwhile, America waits for the promised release of the Epstein list and the JFK files, which seem to have been diverted to this Bond’s desk for “review”, This tells us there are names on the list even the far right do want to see. Possibly even Trump himself. This administration got off to a good start but now it seems they have been compromised.
My amplifier circuit experiments move a bit faster when each project has its own box and I’ve run into a problem of my own making. Most of the circuits I toyed with involved early Arduino components. I did not know those were geared toward LEDs and other light-emitting amusements that could be powered by the weak microcontroller power supplies. Thus, I have a large supply of 330 ohm and 1,000 ohm resistors.
I saw ratings of 2,200,000 ohms, but did not know what that could used for. Now I spent a lot of time searching for them in the bin, all mixed together. They are used in voltage divider circuits to bias transistors. Same with some of the capacitors. Where would I have stored such a beast as a 2.2 microfarad? I probably have all of these components but it is a function of time. I need more boxes, if only to keep things separated.
ADDENDUM
Ah, childhood and money. I guarantee you kids who grow up with it develop a particularly sour mind-set about it, usually taking the form they think they are “doing their share”, and thus would be okay with forcing others to do the same. Here’s a video of a kid who has more cash value in this comic video than I was raised on. (Yes, I envy such people to this day.) I don’t admire them, I envy them, imagine having tools, real get-ahead-in-the-world tools, and resources you did not have to work for. Sigh.
Which brings me to the audiobook. Elsinore is now married to Rafe, the Italian boy seven years her junior. The connection is the plot goes on about how the family came from Sicily with $17 in 1900 and built a successful farm. Sorry, that does not jive with me. That works out to $638 at the time I left home. There was no free land being given away, the world operated on credit cards which I did not have, and I’ll not be lectured to by people who inherited a trade from their parents, even if it was just how to drive a tractor.
I get where people are coming from but I sure as hell never had no $638 to start with. Think about that. A damn good used car at that time was $150, a stamp was 8ȼ, and gas was 44ȼ. But as I had already learned, straight price comparisons are not adequate measures. This was also the era when Dr. Five-Cent Minty showed me didn’t have to spend 15ȼ on a cup of coffee. Remember that? Take your free mug out of the free cupboard and put your free coffee pot on the free stove . . . .
