One year ago today: July 11, 2024, remember the radiator?
Five years ago today: July 11, 2020, tarpaper.
Nine years ago today: July 11, 2016, remember Ann Coulter?
Random years ago today: July 11, 2012., it was too expensive.
Bwaaa-ha-ha, you know that app created to warn illegals of ICE sightings? People are using it to report fake raids, and suddenly the shopping malls and grocery stores are empty for the use of citizens. By recent accounts, more civilized, too. Here is a nice discovery. You recall that little pink practice amp I got for half-price. My cheap Panasonic can’t capture it, but if you look closely, the tag on the transformer says what I need, 12 volts. While I have yet to build a successful amp on my desk at home, I can easily identify all the components and 12 power supplies are easy to procure.
Some trivia, if it was not illegal to do so, a melted down US silver dime is now worth $3 as the market price passes $38 per ounce. I got to work in the back before the morning cool and forgot the camera upstairs, so you get no before pictures on the bamboo, or the troop (band?) of armadillos who, methinks, spend 1/2 of each day eating. Keeps the yard clean. They are brave enough to waltz up and check out my boots. The bamboo took two hours of aggressive work, and I’m pooped. I did not find any holes in any of the fencing I built large enough for the doggie to get out.
vI practiced my vegetarianism with a breakfast of boiled potatoes only. I got all my food goods out of the cupboards and this morning discovered a small leak in the maple flavoring bottle, the one I hunted halfway around Nashville to find. Now, and it is actually better than before, my van smells like pancakes. Next I hauled two gas mowers out of storage and forgot she has a third. I’m dismantling my old shelving in the shed to see if I can stack the mowers up in my van.
Out of the blue, I get a two page explanation from Caltier, and now have a personal contact in their investment department. While still not happy, I’m happier than before. Once again, this is a feature normally reserved for accredited investors and I have always suspected there is some association. On the up side, it is not that often I get mistaken for being rich.
Health is a fact with this blog and today was exceptional. Nine hours, I’ve got close to that before. No lifting and dragging, but a steady slow pace that felt like a good mild workout. The news is no side effects. No need to rest, no slowdown from weak spots, this makes me quite happy. (Later by six hours, still no aches, zero, none, and I’m feeling limber. This is a new development and welcome it it lasts.)
The armadillos cannot get through the fence, so if they begin feeding on this side, they have to find one end of that 100-foot barrier. Which means they stop to get their bearings, meaning they also get used to me moving around. They will not waddle over and check out my boots and have also learned Chooks will ignore them. Aren’t they nocturnal? They are active every early morning. Oh, and nobody bothered to tell me the Mexican king snake has been missing for a few days. He does that, they say, and is less than a foot long. Great.
One of the larger crates here is a ton of slides of the Reb’s parents, who I knew and admired. But she has no provision to store them, and I am the closest amateur who has some experience scanning these photos. Most are slides. Thousands of them. At this time, all I can guarantee is they will be placed in better boxes.
Um, yes there is something bloggable for me. I made up a big feast of boiled potatoes. Boiled with dill and Turkish bay leaf, for that subtle garden-fresh hint. Then layered with chopped onion and melted extra sharp cheddar cheese. That was for all day, so I did not take any breaks from the yard work. The Reb got home around four, but was away again. It is now six, and all the cheese is gone. Dang, those Mexican king snakes! I think I’ll walk the dog.
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The photo guy is back, but like most, he is not a natural worker. Trust me, I know lots about sitting at a desk and making money the “easy way” but I need somebody who helps with the heavy lifting without being asked. Secretly, between you and I, none of her circle meet that standard. Then again, it is my standard. I have my shelving and brackets out of the shed and there may be a way to use the lumber to make an extra deck in the van to move those lawn mowers. I know they both work.
And it looks like I may have to leave all the beautiful cedar and wire fencing behind. Built to last, I had some experience at the time I got to this project. I can’t return before September and I can’t take it now. Good luck getting any assistance.
Here’s a better look at those two mysterious disks on the toy phone mentioned last day. I’ll stick around a few more days to take care of the bigger chores. I still think the Reb should take the smallest place she can find closer to town, but it is not my decision. The real estate market has to crash, we know that. If left to supply and demand, it probably would have right after 2020. The statistics are horrible. Nobody under 30 entering the pyramid scheme.
I send a list of the tunes I’ve heard played in Nashville to my guitarist. While we don’t play the same tunes, the mix and age of the material is similar. He emailed back with some older tunes that are being redone, including “For What It’s Worth”, which I like but it is too slow. I would not be surprised to learn this music is still popular because people need to just get away from the constant crap on the radio.
These guys noticed me writing and I asked about the coastal tunnel. They were taken aback because everyone is about the Denmark-Sweden project and I meant the floating coastal tunnel. In moments, they were floored by my ability to point to towns like Stavanger, Narvik, and Trondheim, all of which are regularly (but sparsely) mentioned in this blog. Yes, I knew King Harald’s unmarried daughter Ingrid Alexandra had just turned 21, and who Vidkun Quisling was. And the stave churches, the big US bond loss, but it was the tunnel that floored them, ha!√
Having never met an “educated American”, they kept buying rounds and getting as much information as they could from me, mostly the meaning of terms and words. I can see why they were on the astonished side, but then again, we were in a Nashville saloon.
