One year ago today: May 30, 2024, I go full 1-1/4”.
Five years ago today: May 30, 2020, part of my definition.
Nine years ago today: May 30, 2016, [Unavailable]
Random years ago today: May 30, 2019, Bowling Green, Florida.
Woke up tired and stayed like that all day. Other than [making] an appointment for next week, this is not our day of highest output. The receptionist was a babe that would not have lasted five minutes around me in my day. Instead, she held the door open for me. The premise of this blog is still to record the top events of the day, so here are the last 1-1/4 inch staples known to me in Polk County. Two thousand of the, enough for exactly 50 boxes if nothing goes wrong. I also committed to a few more samples. The lumberyard and the north side Thrift, for instance.
Later, I cannot shake the tired. Got my coffee, lots of grub, and everything planned out. We get to read and play bass and navigate and read even more. The short list of songs is settled and it pushes my ability to the limit. It is impressive and some of the tunes are already unusually highly arranged. While Roberto is a stronger strummer than the Prez, it is less technical, but that is expected. The rehearsals with the Prez were invaluable in demonstrating the method. This is important, as it keeps the guitarist away from thoughts of solo work. The material does not sound right without both parts.
Russian 30-cylinder tank engine.
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Alright, I could not have worked so hard as to feel so zonked, which traditionally means I’m coming down with something. How goes business? So far, we are $163 in the hole. This is one of the long-standing reasons many people never start a shop. It takes money to make money and if you are living hand-to-mouth, you need that $163. I’ve decided on cash books, that is, no allocation of expenses. If I spend it, that’s an expense of that period.
Mind you, I am trained in cost accounting, so I’m keen on what goes into a box. I know that, as it is build, anybody who thinks, “I can build that” had best be a carpenter. He probably could build it, if he has a shop full of the right tools and even then, he’s not building if for less than $20 if you factor in everything. We do not know if the box will even sell, but every one likes them at first sight.
Around 8:30PM I began sneezing. Sore throat, mild fever, and a tightness across the entire upper back and shoulders. Whee! This portends a lot of bass playing this weekend. Will it be the usual one symptom at a time? Glancing at GMT (Greenwich Mean Time), it is exactly 12 midnight, so the Sun will be on the dateline in the middle of the Pacific. And I’m too weary to open the book. I’m getting hear the end of the treasure shop story, with its abundance of soft porn. I can see how it would appeal to bored women over a certain age. It’s the bad guy on shore who catalogs the treasure, but they catch him at the airport by cutting the guy wires on all the airplanes. The storm tumbles them over.
Everybody is held in custody while the sort out the stories. Our lovebirds are confined to a hotel room with a romantic view, mostly of the storm wreckage. Expect a happy ending soon. Loretta Swit, of M*A*S*H fame has died at 87. It says here there are 400 C-47s still flying. I’m within an ace of closing out the Caltier Fund for non-performance and refusing to answer any questions. That’s it for today, peeps.
