One year ago today: August 15, 2024, a motto for Garmin.
Five years ago today: August 15, 2020 I love that shelf.
Nine years ago today: August 15, 2016, America needs heroes.
Random years ago today: August 15, 1999, the Orinoco.
It’s a day off, so I’ll just log the events of the day. Should be pretty average, right? A lite breakfast of SPAM and toast, lot’s of coffee, and almost a full hour on this blog. It does require a little maintenance and planning ahead. The most time-consuming is the Yesteryear feature, but you are worth it. I checked the birdfeeders, the wired model that did not work with peanuts does attract smaller birds. Music (bass playing, not listening) I limited to twenty minutes and am about to gather some tools and lumber after I check the emails (plural) and for tube sales (none). But I did find out the reason Christmas tree lights got so popular after WWII is they used the same glass bulbs made for proximity (VT) fuses.
Here is the frame for the new work area in the front bedroom. As always, probably many times stronger than it needs to be. The wall has ten convenient 20 Amp outlets, that’s thinking ahead. The frame is held level by that upright board, the legs are designed to extend from a stringer 5-1/2” off the baseboard. This allows the floor to be repaired and keep the space less cluttered. I have it fastened in place but this project is going to take all day to do it right.
Who did I hear from but Jack, the drummer. He’s half a generation older than me and still kicking. Anyway, he’s now “free” and says we can practice at his place. Trust me, if he can pound sand, he can play drums good enough around here. I am curious, mind you, what a guy pushing 80 was on probation for, but unless it is drunk driving, I don’t wanna know.
Knowing I will have to set up that thickness planer, I found a cedar 2x4 on sale. Just an ordinary 8-foot piece lumber. Glancing at the receipt, the retail price on that is $19.98. I think I’ll practice on something a lot cheaper. Wow! Trivia, there were more photos taken in the past five years than in all of previous history. If it was easy to download from my phone, I’d likely use it more. My phone will take and display photos, but just try to download them. I know it can be done. Making it intuitive and easy just isn’t the millennial way. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find out.
In happier news, somebody is finally suing MicroSoft over their despicable practice of practice of making their own product obsolete.
Miss Colorado with nose ring.
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Four hours later, here are the supports in place. There’s probably a correct name for them. I do not understand why cutting angles is such a serious chore for me. I have one of those tools that copies them and they still come out wrong and always slightly the wrong length. But, this shelf is not for show.
The wasps have also returned. I’d say they’ve an immunity to the spray. No rehearsal today, but a check with my band listing shows the same ads and same people five years later, so nobody else is doing any better. I was checking for Jack’s ad and he still wants to join a full band. So many older musicians still cling to that dream. Those days are gone-gone-gone.
The next picture shows where I quit for the day. Yes, that plywood laminate is peeling, that’s why I using it up for this. A roller of glue and two banks of staples will make that flatter than Newsom’s chances against Trump. Six and a half hours and some of it in the blistering heat. No at all a bad day. The construction here is sturdy enough to support shelves if I need them. This shelf is a bit of a commitment, it is the only logical place in that room to put a bed. If it is used for a bedroom now, it is a single bed or bunk beds. Then again, remember Kim Berlin? I have fond memories of an upper bunk. Beautiful. Beyond anything today.
Did you know I originally wanted to be an airline pilot? At the time, the only requirement was 400 hours of flight time of which 55 had to be on multi-engined airplanes. I was just 13 but two factors influenced me. First, they worked only 12 days per month. The best paying local job where I lived was $4.15 at a union lumber mill. Secondly, everybody had heard about the kid from two towns over who got his training in the military and was now flying cargo planes for $75 an hour. That’s about $425 per hour today. And as he reputedly said, “You don’t have to feed cargo and it never complains.”
xThat left me two options. Somehow find the money to take “airplane lessons” or join the military. I scored very high for pilot aptitude, but my vision was same as today, 20/40. Eyeglasses were not permitted in the Air Fore. No way would my parents ever pay for flight school. By the time eye surgery could have corrected my vision, I was past the age envelope and locked into a dead-end career at the phone company because it was the highest paying job I could get. The world lost one excellent pilot on that deal. I have always taken the highest paying job out of necessity, not preference. That factor in American life is a book not written.
ADDENDUM
For those who may wonder why some of the older posts here have a “Home” link at page bottom, Google is a cesspool of super-stupid coders. Their first mistake is to actually think they have any new ideas that others have not already rejected. That happens when you don’t study enough history. The answer is that Google has always mucked around with the pages since they bought out Blogger.com. Some millennial over there did a Microsoft and changed the “Home” link from your URL to their own web page. It is difficult to image people that stupid unless you actually work there.
You may find many such quirks in this blog, because between the lot of them, Google has never been able to really duplicate this format. They’ve tried, but Google does not hire winners. But I admit their search engine is pervasive, although it has really gone downhill. All searches return advertising and blot out anything pro-Trump if they can.
xAnother ten minutes into “No One Cares”, the author has finally heard of this Internet thing and is straining to get some terms into the plot. Our protagonist, Aubrey, is so freakishly paranoid, when her friend suggests Google, she becomes an expert (this happens a lot in audiobooks) and finds his profile. In one paragraph she is punishing herself for being so “dirty” because she was so drunk she didn’t know what was going on (a perennial, that one) and in the following paragraph her crystal sharp memory is going over every detail of what he said and comparing it to her newly discovered on-line gospel.
It gives off the opposite message, that is, not that the guy was truthful. She’s planting the idea that he’s imitating her dead husband. If so, he’s miles ahead of her with the sneak previews. I think I get where this is going, she is going to “discover” he read her dead husband’s history and manipulated her, but with such good intentions that she will forgive him because she’ll marry him just before Josh is found alive with amnesia. Or will it be a coma? Flip a coin.
