One year ago today: July 3, 2024, I steal an idea.
Five years ago today: July 3, 2020, my workshop, 50 years too late.
Nine years ago today: July 3, 2016, the sharpshooter fallacy.
Random years ago today: July 3, 2011, eight this year . . .
Things went lightning speed this morning. Then again, I’m here to do it myself. Most I can do is provide you and outline of the day so you know I was not on holidays. I had to enhance a few things as I own two vans of the same color that differ by around two feet in length. That means a handful of documents I need are in the wrong glove box. I dislike what has become of the paperwork thing in America, it’s gotten as bad as Canada. Everything designed to keep your file updated, that is their sole priority. I’ll tell you one of the situations.
My files in Tennessee are set to be updated all on the same month. Well, The Valdosta incident as in August, meaning I have a vehicle registration different than my schedule. Now they are just a few days apart, but that shows how an ordinary circumstance turns into a burden. If I was President, I’d make registration a one-time event when you buy the vehicle. So I finally got out of the DMV to fine my insurance office is closed for the long weekend.
Thanks for all my readers sticking around as this is not likely to be a fun-filled trip. Yep, we made it out to din-din for what might be our only social event. And I was right, the dog forgot who I was for the first day. Yes, folks, no coffee, my dog doesn’t know me, and I get dusted off with a tow carpet sweeper. Who needs grandchildren. There is company, but they are away in Texas this month, but that explains where all my bathroom gear disappeared to. Why buy razors when I’ve left ten behind. Ha-ha serves me right, but really, all the coffee? That one stung. Did you see that pic of the brew I tried making?
One document I did forget will cost me $58 interest, it seems the bank now wants this piece of paper presented to buy a CD (Certificate of Deposit). Welcome to 2025 America, where now you have to show ID to put money into the bank. This found me out in Mt. Juliet and half that beautifully wooded area is now bulldozed for condo and townhouses. Same with many of the woodlands along Central Pike, turing that drive into an eyesore. Also, the trails we’ve walked the dogs along the power lines for years have now been plastered with no trespassing signs.
And get this. When we walked Chooks up near Tulip Grove, a space we go back nine years with, a lady stood across from us and snapped out pictures, threatening to call somebody because she said we were homeless.The Reb dealt with it, but I would have took her picture and taught her a lesson. We are a respectable couple and she looked like a bag lady. Also, I saw which house she came out of so I know they are recent renters. We have around a dozen renters in the neighborhood now.
I found the laser engraver for $100 off, by the way.
Expect disruptions, Google/MicroSoft has again locked me out of all my email accounts, including the one for this blog. Utter, complete assholes, they send a code to an email that I can’t open because it requires another code sent to itself. I can unlock it at the library each time, but not here on this retarded iMac. This is why I wish Google/MS would just shrivel up and blow away. Let people learn their own security measures or screw ‘em. If somebody is too stupid to manage their own passwords, they should not be anywhere near a computer. And this iMac. You bring up a page and it sits there. None of the commands work, you cannot even delete the tab. It just sits.
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Now the Reb has a recording session so she is out of town, leaving me and the pooch, who is still trying to figure out who I am. But he don’t mind the home cooking. That he remembers just fine. I have the Wainlux laser engraver on order, the shipping label says the 7th, so we are here at least that long. I also got the router centering cone and a few goodies. I’ll show you when they arrive, to keep us moving along. This idiotic iMax mouse has to scroll wheel, making everything take twice as long.
True, there are up and down arrows, but I would like to think anyone who reads this blog is intelligent enough to know the scroll wheel was invented to the operator did not have to keep switching between keyboard and mouse. One has to wonder about the low-grade mentality of whoever designed that mouse. Maybe it does scroll, but i tried all the buttons and features, so if it is there, it is not intuitive and that, I’m sad to say, is where Apple’s downfall began. They are far from the leading edge company we once knew, but certainly, the others are even worse.
I’ve closed around 60 documents here and times have permanently changed. Time to start over a few items. The REb sent me downtown for dog food, but they were sold out of what I know is the favorites. So I stopped in to see Brian at Shooters, sure enough he’s got the same back pains as myself, and he’s putting thing off like I did. I can’t speak up, because he has the same reasons I did for hesitating. There was Karaoke, so we faked a couple tunes and I came home to another new discovery—I don’t get as much lead time for getting tired. I am okay to the last moment, then need to zone. The first sure sign of couch potato-ism, the American middle-class disease.
Driving gave time to listen to a chapter of “The Alice Network”, a departure from the detective theme on audiobooks. It’s a spy story set in 1947, but confusing in that it was during WWI and keeps flipping back to those days. Our lady has decided she does not want the “Swiss operation” and has run off with a convict and an ex-spy, whose story is more interesting. Now and old alcoholic, she was once a waitress in a cafe frequented by German officers who did not know she spoke the tongue. They mention the Kaiser and the ace Max Immelmann, of flying maneuver fame.
One uber-annoying aspect of the book is how every woman under 20 who has sex is portrayed as being coerced and tricked into it. Eve sleeps with the cafe owner to get war information. Charlotte slept with the frat boys because she was suffering from depression, and so on. There was still a smattering of this attitude around while I was growing up, but to me it was just another item to be swept aside. With a few exceptions, I slept with every woman I ever dated before the supply ran out.
