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Sunday, March 23, 2025

March 23, 2025

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 23, 2024, they all do it.
Five years ago today: March 23, 2020, best that can be done.
Nine years ago today: March 23, 2016, Florida outback.
Random years ago today: March 23, 2008,every last innovation.

           Another cold snap, but we are ready. Inside the cabin it was down to 61°F on the recording thermometer. But who cares once under the electric blanket. Good morning, it is 5:30AM and I’d rather stay here all day. Let’s see what happens instead. It’s not accurate but my peach tree is now five years old. The tree that needs freezing weather to fruit. George Foreman, the heavyweight boxer, died y’day at age 76. Makes me wonder if I’ll make it that far. But today just let me make it under the house. If I do, the worst part will be over.
           The impetus is coffee. All this back and forth under the building has brushed away some of the somewhat crunchy insulation and exposed the inner wires. They are still adequately coated with much the same plastic material as contemporary wiring, but I mentioned they had been spliced to new breakers using only 15amp wiring. That, plus the runs are longer than they need to be, so I took time for the great breakfast planned y’day and eye-balled the situation. I will dispense with all the metal staples and put in a wooded conduit near the building centerline.
           I’ll need supplies and will await the distant sound of a roofing stapler to commence. It’s already 10:30AM so it won’t be long. And remind me to shop for a new kitchen A/C while prices are off-season. Here’s a pic of the beautiful but now useless unit that’s only a couple years old when it got it. And we may have a break on a nice new and modern side by side fridge. I’ll take a few measurements, but come back this afternoon for the details.

           The first thing I plan for that electric wiring is to get it up closer to the joists, it is isn’t mostly hanging in the way. I slapped together some simple wooden hooked which will become permanent if they work well. Somehow, I got paint splatters everywhere, like I had never done it before. Is messy painting a sign of anything? I also cleaned and sprayed any of the interior wood I’ve piled in case. Sprayed with Lysol, I mean, there is no telling what it has been in contact with. I’ve notice no signs of rat or mouse activity lately, meaning they are camped comfortably indoors again. I’ll find the lair. The trap is set.
           The neighbor was by and we talked about the floor repair. I have some history on that for you. I thought he had not done the repair, but it was hi father. And the lady that crashed through the floor was 400 pounds, not 300. The floor needed repair but she would not leave the house at all. She had relatives in the area, he says, but nobody would take her in. Probably out of fear she might get evicted or something. I mean, 400 pounds is hard on any structure. And yes, George Foreman was vaxxed. Just like the Virginia attorney general who just died suddenly at age 43. Nobody will notice she is the second potential witness to Biden’s autopen scandal to croak in the past week.

           What’s more, the neighbor had to recently get a new transmission and for the same reason as myself. That is, used vans have become so expensive it is wiser to repair. But, he used a shop in Winter Haven that was $1,300 cheaper than KIA. I’m pondering a compromise. I know about the problem of the wrong transmissions not going into reverse, but maybe I could have KIA confirm it is the correct transmission and pick it up myself.

Picture of the day.
Alabama farmland.
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           I needed a music break and left for North Lakeland just after 2:00PM. As expected, my crappy Panasonic camera let me down but I got some footage of our first set. It is now a mature and easy-flowing presentation that very few solo guitarists could begin to match, which is exactly what I set out to do. Sigh, as all of this will count for nothing in a short while. The Prez is all packed up and ready to go pending an offer on his house. All is boxed up and ready.

           Our first set is made up of classics, from Johnny Cash to Merle Haggard, to Hank Sr. and the top class presentation would be hard to match, almost impossible to beat by any solo act. The piano runs on the bass bring many smiles, usually from people who know they are hearing something different, but what? I call it dance-ability. We’ve clearly mastered the duo arrangement and you can hear that third instrument that is not there. A pity all this well be lost in a few months at most.

           In the garage, the Prez has fridge that’s 15 years old, but other than banged up a big, it is in great shape. He says I can have it so that is my incentive to get that trailer hitch installed. He also has a gas-powered pressure washer he was going to curbside, says I can just have it. What’s more, if the new people don’t want the washer and dryer set, I can haul those away. The place they have picked out in the hills in Pennsylvania will be crowded if they take what’s already packed.
           It’s Bluegrass country, so we talked about that quite a lot this practice. Rock is hopeless and country has not been good to us. I would have liked to get into it but too many insisted on a standup bass, which I dislike and don’t play. There’s heaps of talk about these “ukulele” basses and I’m not ruling them out. A smaller instrument just makes for a less familiar visual presentation and with bass, take all the help you can get.

           Here is a list of plants that can coffee grounds. I have mixed my grounds in the north yard for years and nothing has ever grown there. That mall I used to stop at on the way back from rehearsal is off my list. It is under new management at the prices have shot up. Everything is a dollar more than before and in most cases higher priced than even Publix, where I have not shopped in almost eight years. Being famished, I stopped for a papa rellena and half a chicarron and instead of five bucks, it cost me eleven. Ouch!
           Some sources have suggest that abandoned malls be turned into GenX retirement homes. They have food courts, movie theaters, and Starbucks, and we know that is all it takes to entertain that lot. Here are my top favorite replies:
a) Leave the mall empty, arrest them for homelessness, and keep their social security as fines.
b) Just a new form of prison.
c) The escalator will be broken half the time.
d) Instant fifteen-minute city.
e) Might work if segregated.
ADDENDUM
           According to NBC (not famous for accuracy), the income to be considered middle class in the USA is now over $100,000 in every State. Since that is a household income, there are lots of dependent factors. There is no exact figure and the per person income is not considered. Hmmm, if the average household is 4.3 persons, that makes me middle class. Except thanks to Bidenflation, the money doesn’t go as far. Yep, folks, you now need a six-figure income to scrape by in this country.

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