One year ago today: May 6, 2024, used or lost.
Five years ago today: May 6, 2020, my only peaches.
Nine years ago today: May 6, 2016, what a bonus!
Random years ago today: May 6, 2008, good looks, not make-up.
By making a double batch of coffee, we are off to a great start. Here is the “navigation” box with brass corners attached. Here’s a spot for you to test your eye. Does this treatment make a difference? Yes, of course, that is why they are called decorative corners. The real question is, to they make a $5 difference? Myself, I conclude no. Going on-line returned only pieces that were even more expensive. I’d guess they make a $2 difference, so I’ll keep an eye out. The box is a redesign of the older unit meant to house my navigation tools, but was 1/2” too small for the parallel rules.
Having said that, I’ve seen worse boxes than mine jazzed up with hardware like this and selling for $30. Remind me to ask the Texan if he knows of a supply. He’s too independent and self-reliant to go partners on anything, but he knows I can sell stuff. It was also this search that I found something new to me. Skiffers. They are metal corner brackets to protect your baseboards from, I suppose, overzealous vacuum wands. If foreshadowed the smart phone scams by 100 years. You know, where you get a case for your holder for your sleeve for your cover for the holster that holds the bracket inside the liner . . . .
The deer camera shows us we are dealing with two raccoons. Alas, the battery went dead so this could be any time in the past five days. That is granny moving off to the far right, but another younger critter with the same brown markings. Have I been led astray that this is a mark of age, when it is a family trait. That smaller raccoon could explain away the agility of what has been getting into the birdbath and water dish. This is the only frame showing both raccoons, I may not have known otherwise.
Tell you what, since these two are moving about in the daylight, I’ll see if I can find more footage and put together a small video for you. I sealed up the siding along the laundry deck so they could not live under there any more. They’ve had time to find another place, which is good because shortly I’m running the water tank wire and I bought the wrong kind. I got it some years ago and did not check the heat only needed two wires, where I have three. The good news is the old 3-wire was half the cost of new 2-wire. (10/2 wiring is $3.50 per foot and I would need the fifty-foot size.)
Then we nailed down an appointment for my back, and this time we find out for sure what path. Surgery or wearing a major brace. There was talk of that “crazy glue” again and steroid injections. But, I can’t stay like this forever. I chatted with the only sharp lady left in Central Florida, my real estate lawyer. She got the damages settled on her house on the coast after the Helene surge damage. She’s from Florida and had many heirlooms in the place, miles inland. It seems nobody gave the storm way off the coast much thought at the time.
She lost everything up to three feet deep. This includes the appliances, furniture, and half her interior paneling. Her place was just south of the spot that got the six-foot wave, this is the same storm that flattened North Carolina and Tennessee. My new guitar player lost his truck on that one. Total damage was close to $80 billion, this was no ordinary rain shower. In a side note, when she had her pool repaired, the workman left the hose running and forgot about it over the weekend. She was hit with a $400 bill.
Trump (it is no longer accurate to say “the US Government”) has taken over the Penn Station renovation project. Why not, the taxpayers are paying for it when it was supposed to be New York looking after the system. All they did was pocket the money for the past 30 years. The homeless people have to go, and they should be bussed to the neighborhoods of local politicians. Remind me to put another $200 payment on my own utilities. How do I know if my own plumbing has been leaking again unless I get under the floor?
Jap coast gun today, Tarawa.
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While it isn’t true A.I., it does serve a purpose. One is that it can really sift through the riff-raff and rabble when doing a search. At least for me, the number of false returns has dropped by (I’d guess) 90%, and those that appear are down the page. This must infuriate the dumb asses that spent a fortune on SEO. You know the ones, where any query brings back a dozen sites that want a subscription to give you the answer. Here is Mr. Red, who has discovered the source of the water. But he must do without until the bees relocate. It’s the way it has to be, I like Nature if it has feathers and fur.
Taking a mid-afternoon break, I see the Democrats have put a couple more of their obscure flunkies on the impeachment warpath. What’s that, 25 tries now? The nation is wondering about the silence and lack of arrests. Something must be cooking. Trump knows damn well if he does not crush the enemy, they are unquestionably going to steal their way back in and hang him, if not his whole family. There is no backing out now, yet he does not act as if his life is on the line. They have already tried to kill him and he’s wasting time talking to Canadians?
I called it off at 5:00PM. Very little progress and lots of work. I cleared the leaves and junk out of the path of the hot water tank wiring, any laying out the wiring, Doing it myself is going to save a fortune, as long as I can survive with intermittent water for a few days. I have enough of that grey plastic pipe to shield the entire length. If I have enough wire, that is the question, it will be close. I sorted out the plumbing pieces that have accumulated over the years and I had some great storage boxes to put them in. The nearby picture are Skiffers.
This much work means we had to postpone Festus Tuesday. Watch out, I’m getting comfy again and that cannot happen now. All the kitchen outlets are working no cords to trip over, coffee is handy, lots of leftovers, I am in danger of falling into Florida mode and nothing will get done. And the 90°F summer weather is here, making all outdoor activities a muggy chore. And, of course, I cannot find my fancy pipe wrench which I’m going to need to cut over to the new tank.
And what did I tell you about touchscreens some twenty years ago? Ha-ha, looks like the carmakers are back to buttons and switches. If you think Africa has benefited from European colonization the way other wealthy countries have, time to watch this video about a log barge that doubles as a passenger ferry so people can sell caterpillar larvae for food. World War Poo is boiling over as India and Pakistan go at it again. This morning saw dozens of photos of downtown Karachi and Delhi in smoldering ruins until somebody pointed out that’s how they look every day.
ADDENDUM
I turned in early, then around midnight, when I’m never awake, toured the house and grounds. Yes, that plumbing joint is weakening even the metal brace. I’m going to have to lift part of the front bedroom floor. That’s easy once I clear the space, over the years it’s been used for storage. I’ve decided to cut the conduit plastic pipe into shorter sections to make it easier to deal with. Have you heard of the Sean Connery movie, “Medicine Man”, a cliché account of a cure for cancer in the Amazon, no less. All the players, the ancient good doctor, the sexy babe who now owns the department, big pharma, evil road crews, but they have not yet mentioned climate change, which is good. All the acting is terrible.
The theme is 1960s, where the head office is about to cancel funding, and the doc and babe are not getting long but we know where that is heading. I admit, the Amazon is one of the places on Earth I find least interesting. The closest I’ve been to it is southeastern Venzuela, so I’ve never seen the deep jungle except in Asia. I image but for the species, it’s the same due to Darwin’s concept of parallelism, or have I got that right. The rule that says some species always evolves to fill a niche.
I found two copies of my music to “Brown-Eyed Girl”, which now remember I had to combine to get it to sound right. It’s how I did that which is long forgotten. I do recall it was so I could play the same generic riff in each round, which is not how the original goes. Playing the original, by the way, does not result in the optimum stage presentation. Digging deeper, I also found my super-bass version of “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”. It’s a recording with the bass punched up the way I would do it, with several two and three octave walkdowns. I have no idea who’s playing it, maybe Carole Kaye? It is one hell of a crowd-pleaser and it is mostly piano scales which “make sense” to me on bass.




