One year ago today: May 28, 2024, one on every leg.
Five years ago today: May 28, 2020, I no longer dance.
Nine years ago today: May 28, 2016, [Unavailable]
Random years ago today: May 28, 2021, I like buckwheat.
Here’s a view of water getting inside the shed. If I had some damn help around here, I’d pull everything out of the sheds and start over again. The dripping water is where the white shed meets the work shed and the water on the ground seeps under the back access door. There are other drips and leaks. I have a theory, you see, if I become the box billionaire, the wet is so I can claim all the standard humble beginnings much beloved by today’s rich, except mine will be real, so they will not be believed.
Glancing at the news, it is all predictable. The Gazans will do anything for peace except stop attacking. More government agencies, including Medicare, are requiring citizenship and a ten year work history, which will save hundreds of billions of dollars. And I have not seen any photos yet, but I guarantee you in the remake of Harry Potter, the actress will not be a slim, blonde, blue-eyed, precocious White girl. How do I know that?
What’s this, a big tube sale. Excellent, that’s two less boxes I need to build this week. But wait, I like building boxes, so let’s do both and find some way to celebrate. The woodpeckers are already in a party mood. Last trip to the tractor store I picked up some peanut butter cholocate feed. Watch them go at it. Pow, another tube sale and that is a rare RCA unit. It’s a radio tube, medium-sized, used on the booster stage on a Jack White Pano Verb, last built in 1968 I’ve never seen one but I remember the schematic showed six preamp tubes. That must be one rare amplifier these days, probably worth thousands if you could find a vintage model.
Moments later, that tube order is update with a rush. Drop everything, I’m going to the shed now. That’s a free tank of gas in the van, no wait, make that two tanks. Who on Earth would still be using a Jack White? Let me look up the address on the shipping label. East Memphis? Did I just sell a tube to Justin Timberlake’s guitar player? Don’t matter, we have lots for free gasoline and $213 to go somewhere.
Tell you what, I’ll compromise and buy some extra expensive groceries, just to try something new. Doing my own cooking, I can’t really tell the difference between brands of rice and spuds when they are cooked right, so I rarely splurge. The birds get spoiled this week. I don’t feel like driving today. Did I mention a few months ago I noticed the neighbor was drinking Folger’s coffee? So I bought him a can of Maxwell House French roast. Well, he’s hooked on it, French roast in general that is. How did I learn to like it myself? Travel overseas, where American style brew can be hard to find.
I’ve got an old movie lined up for this evening. Topper Harley gets motivated with Huddleston, the CIA babe from 1993. Love the limousine and diving board scenes but I’ve never seen the entire movie. One reason I remember it was the actress was 30 at the time, and by 1993 good-looking women that age had become so rare they were seen mainly in the movies. And it has gone downhill since. Ask Harry Potter.
Medlar or “open-arse” fruit.
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The entertainment dilemma was solved by going for a two hour drive. Years ago, I never looked much at the town, a dying military base established in 1849. No real main street, no grocery stores, no atmosphere. The downtown is a gun store, a Chinese restaurant, a tattoo parlor, and a pawn shop. So today, I went over there and drove up and down every street. Turns out it is around six time larger than it would seem from the road. Huge trailer parks and even huger cemeteries. It is plain tens of thousands of people have at some point lived here.
They have a few services along the highway. A McD’s but no Wal*mart. I checked out the one pub in town years ago to learn they don’t hire bands. Other than tanking up or buying the odd sandwich on my way, this is the most time I’ve ever spent over there. I was listening to the treasure story and it finally picks up on the 7th disk of 8. Mingo was working in cahoots with the local registrar, the guy who is supposed to catalog the finds. Kate, who is apparently fetching beneath her years, is held at gunpoint. Her brother is blackmailed to dive at night, hence the oxygen poisoning. They were all being tossed around the deck by a tropical storm when I pulled into my driveway.
There’s a lot of headlines spelling out a simple shift in American sympathies, away from woketardism. Individual states and mayors, especially sanctuary cities, are not longer able to effectively impede the immigration authorities. Democrats are screaming that 1-1/2 million “elderly & disabled” are cut off Medicaid, forgetting to mention they are illegal aliens.
Nope, I never did make it out to the shed. Mind you, I’ve conceptualized a way to cut three sets of boards at a time, halving the sawing time if it works. I finished power-reading chapter five of my Assember textbook. I better understand why coding these days is in such disarray and why bad code that gets to market tends to stay there for so long. That abandoned gas station in Texas that almost stranded me ten years ago still shows up on Garmin. It’s 05:59:19 GMT, let’s find out where the Sun was at that instant in 2014.
It was 23.4256° north of the Equator at a longitude of 270.4725° West, putting the Sun above. I’ve been millennialized again. The site that was useful for looking up coordinates has disappeared. All that is left if a half-dozen of those useless sites that can only display your current location, or look up the street address. Good luck with that in the middle of the Indian Ocean. There are other sites that will not take the coordinates in either standard or decimal format, including one site that lets you type your data into a text box, but won’t let you enter it.
So I guesstimated by using Google maps to nearby a village called Hardua Panji, surrounded by sparse trees and crossed by dozens of foot paths. Let’s see if we got a web presence. Yep, Trip.com lists it as a “scenic location” with a population of 899. There is mention of a nearby waterfall, but the only picture I found of the countryside featured a microwave tower.
