One year ago today: June 10, 2024, today $175k seems cheap.
Five years ago today: June 10, 2020, Korean bibles & large print.
Nine years ago today: June 10, 2016, an implication of durability?
Random years ago today: June 10, 2004, at the Ocean Reef.
I’ve been millenialized. For no apparent reason, the text toolbar has disappeared from my Word screen. That includes the insert picture from file command. After 35 minutes wasted and another 30 on-line, I cannot find the solution. Just a lot of crap about reinstalling Microsoft. I’ll get it, Redmond, but you people are nothing but assholes and childred of assholes. It’s not that the commands disappear, but that you are still building a system where they still can. We all love MicroSoft instructions that tell you to click on a button that isn’t there.
This is leftover lumber from a production run. It is the end-pieces after the final bottom plate is cut. I’m accumulating quite a bit of it, so now is the time for a little creative thinking. Help me out here. One plan is I’d like to make the two bottom pieces the same size. At this time they are just what can be cut to fit. It would involve adding a step that we won’t know until we try. If the end result is a better looking box, it would still be a go-head.
Here’s a hearty pancake and pork chop breakfast. Almost. I ran out of pancake mix, so completed the batter with some corn flour and a little blueberry muffing powder. The result was this delicious bannock-like concoction the size of the pan. You don’t have to add anything to my pancakes, the butter and maple flavor is included. To make them even sweeter, the overhead says silver nosed up to $36.96 today. This is serious business for banks, who base their silver trading on $30 to $33 per ounce. A run on silver will kick their asses if people try to trade their certificates for the metal.
The neighbor’s trees are again bending over with weight of fruits. He gives it away by the basketful, but it is my least favorite. Mangos. He’s got the ones that
Funny how memory works. In 1968 when I was only thinking of joining a band, I hear a weird song called “Pictures of Matchstick Men”, and have only hear it a few times since. I only like the unusual lead break and the chord progression. Yet five minutes ago I picked up the bass and played a complete solo version, including the double stops for the chording.
In other music news, Roberto played a party and was well received. To me, it is stage time and that is his only big shortfall. He still thinks you have to be a good guitarist, but his taking that gig shows he’s picked up a lot from the Prez & I about the real goal of putting on a show. I reminded him I am happy to join any house gigs. I like them as promo and you never know who you will meet there.
“After The Sunset” makes it strange to see Woody Harrelson trying serious roles. Let’s find a star and then go build some boxes. Navigation may seem like voodoo, but what is happening is I am locating a position on Earth directly underneath a random star. I am not finding my location, that is a separate step. I cannot see starts except in twilight and it is noon here. Often the star I seek is on the other side of the planet and I can’t see it from here. It 04:52:11 GMT. I know the Sun is almost overhead here. I have not chosen any star yet, but will try for one with a north declination with hopes of increasing my odd of hitting land. See Addendum.
Speaking of hitting, since this blog has no index, I’ll repeat one of the ways I had so many women in my prime that I no longer even look for them, exception Taylor Swift. When I was in university I had no money of amps and guitars, much less a vehicle to move them around in. I walked until I was nearly 22. But I was not blind, I quickly learned that while young women were in total demand, the women learned that the good men were rarely the ones in their vicinity.
What I used to do was go to the library and grab every women’s magazine that I cold with an article about where to meet good men. There is a codicil here, that most of these articles are for women and men, not for teens. You will do a lot of eliminating over dunce things like “the engineering department” and “fishing clubs” where the women are quickly discovered. If I want to meet old women, I’ll walk my dog in the park instead of the exploration trails.
So, where did I go to meet good women when I was so young and broke. First choice is the library—but I don’t mean in the escape literature aisle. Next, sign up for a course you would not normally take, but avoid the obvious cooking or sewing classes because all you will meet are deadbeats and leftovers. Take a basic guitar course, or look for unusual club meetings where the first easy meets attract curious females. I’ve mentioned typing, but I’ve had success in bookstores. Since I have the gift of gab, I’ve never “grown weary of the bar scene”. My favorite tactic isn’t a tactic. At a café or bookstore or pub, take out a binder and begin writing a letter. You will not only get approached, you will keep in contact with old friends.
1972 college girls.
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The Tampa heat index was 96°F and the summer heat won’t go away even at night until December. I worked out in the shed for a couple hours to find my back returned to the same pain level. The clinic instruction were clear, it can take up to a week to get the benefit. The good news is the return is slower and stops instantly when I sit down. Which I am doing right now because I followed my pre-box-production work rule. That is—unless you get tired, work only until you make a dumb mistake. Trust me, that means call it off for the day. Here are the three lovely boxes I was to use for two new trials, but stopped. Can you see the mistake? Of course not.
There is more to this. The pickets are bought four at a time, and transported from the car to the shed as a matching set. All four cuts are done at the same time, as are the drill-holes. The price of four boxes is carefully entered into the accounts. The four cut pieces are lined up near the assembly table. They are them placed in side by side to dry. When I went to place them, only three boxes. I know, that is impossible, I am the only one who can get into the shed. An object that size does not just disappear. But I can’t find it in five minutes of looking, so I obeyed my rule. I stopped for the day. Festus starts in an hour anyway.
It will turn up. I recall fitting the bottom panel extra carefully on that unit. It will show up, there is nothing inside that it can be under or behind, and I did not step away from the workbench until all four were completed. Later, after Festus, we found some good news for the day, starting with the box, and the answer was right under your nose. Literally, look up at this morning’s pic of the surplus slats. I set the finished boxes on the floor beside the bench. If enough of these slats fall off the end, they can bury a box.
The second bit of good news is the Yeti battery. I’ve kept it on the passenger seat, but it really needs its own small shelf. Well, guess what it fits handily inside a standard Golden Ratio Z-box? I need it to stand on the passenger seat floor, where there is still plenty of room for legs unless I start hauling Whoopi-types around. The boxes stack like shelves, so that is a problem solved, plus the Yeti liked to slide off the seat on hard braking. Now it can stay on the floor. My plan is to modify a standard box so the Yeti plugs and jacks are accessible. It is best to power on only the plugs in use.
ADDENDUM
Told ya, Trump was gradually testing the loyalty of the authorities. First send in ICE, then the National Guard, and now the Marines. And our chosen star is Alioth, because it has a declination of N55.8496° and at the time above, it was situated at W127.6592°. We are in British Columbia, 40 miles east of Stewart, which is just about on the Alaskan border. There is a nearby lake, Meziadin, which has a glacier and a 66 bay RV park (with Internet) and you thought this blog was boring. BC says the park is well-loved.
