One year ago today: June 27, 2024, worst debate ever.
Five years ago today: June 27, 2020, 2/5ths of a fan.
Nine years ago today: June 27, 2016, it still needs painting.
Random years ago today: June 27, 2013, I got singled out.
An expensive decision for me, the Hyundai is getting some form of coverage to make it legal. No collision, just minimal liability. This took a half-hour by phone and shows the advantage of dealing with professionals in Tennessee. As I said to the Reb, that’s why I have always gone into that office and paid cash. They sure do remember me, and so much as told me I have an “extended” grace period on my policy. Now, I’d like to take a trip for sure. Let’s put the foam mattress back in the KIA and get ready for what happens in July.
Activity. The morning was taken up getting the vans ready, that’s my shortcut name for the SUVs. The KIA did not get test started last month at the height of my situation and I had to jumpstart it. The door handle ($350) is still broken but the inherent quality of the vehicle shows through. Easy to slide in and out of, great stereo, arctic A/C, and soon, a bed on the floor. That’s not the best spot, but I like the space to be down inside the van with no outside looking in. There two boxes are the special pine wood from last month when I was looking for cedar. That’s a nice-looking set of boxes, however the wood proved difficult to work with.
Mind you, the interiors of the vans are nice now, nothing rolling around because it won’t fit in some millennial’s brain-fart idea of what a storage compartment should be. And we don’t have to worry about filling a box up because just grab another box. Both vans are backed up to the side door. We have another problem, dammit. I am missing two pieces of equipment. Or, I should say misplaced. One is my battery charging crate with the load tester and spare cables.
The second missing item is my “channel router”, that tool I modified for one task, to cut the grooves for the top and bottom panels of small boxes. I know what causes most misplaced tools around here. Rain. When you’re at work and a storm hits, I grab the tools and set them under the nearest cover. So they are around somewhere, just not where and when I need them. Following my rule to knock off when I make a dumb mistake (a bad saw kerf) means it is 1:00PM and siesta time.
I’m still restless from the shots, so I picked up a Reader’s Digest condensed book. It’s another “plague” plot, where the doc moves to a small town to find the locals kicking off early, and there’s a battery factory up the creek owned by one evil family. I should go looking for that missing box, it is 28” long and did not blow over in the wind. Ka-ZAPP, that one hit my yard, and what a downpour. Fast, too, maybe 90 seconds warning. And the pain in my foot, now that it is localized, it is gout pain. No question, that is gout and again, not in the node where most people get hit.
Later, after reading more of the condensed book, I may have seen this movie. I’m barely started and we have children with strange sores, her boyfriend has mood swings, and there’s the hermit who lives in a cave who is really a university professor.
Wimbi Beach bar (Mozambique).
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Deep power nap when the Reb calls. She’ll be away the first weekend again, so it will be just the pooch and I home alone. He follows me room to room in guard mode, but it’s some manner of instinct because he isn’t protective that much. She says he does not get that much exposure to other top dogs which makes sense. If she’s in the studio, that means adventure with the dog that gets more places and eats more steak than half of Nashville.
Later, I can provide a little evidence the other clubs are also waning. If any one had gone country, they'd be laughing today. I went out to the north end to check on my inquires and none of it is good news. Irene is moved away, some relative in Massachusetts got her to move there after her daughter died. Remember Karaoke Bill? He’s gone now, two years. By the last time I saw him he said he was quitting the business, so I never thought about it. Cancer, in one node on his neck, to his throat, and two weeks later, he’s history. Also that guy who always sang at Bill’s show, copied some of my material, he did. All gone.
Kooter’s is not the nicest place but it is the closest atmosphere to a country bar left in the city. There was a crowd tonight, just not inside. They have a huge treed parking lot around back, and the club is only licensed for wine and beer. So where there are 30 trucks in the shade, you know what’s up. I sang one tune. On the way home I swung past the old club and for the first time ever, I saw it empty. Not one person inside at 9:30PM, prime time and nobody there. Maybe earlier or later, but I have never seen that club empty on a weekend before.
ADDENDUM
Illinois U. announces the creation of a new “identarian” certificate in “Queer Studies”. It seems these dating apps are serious about stopping White people from searching White profiles. Few are surprised to learn CBS blocked their reporters from using the word “riot” and mandated half the people interviewed had to be non-White. I’m now solidly on the side of people who say whose who create news rather than report it should not be granted freedom of the press.
