One year ago today: August 29, 2024, learning SATA tech.
Five years ago today: August 29, 2020, never been to Memphis.
Nine years ago today: August 29, 2016, a one-way move.
Random years ago today: August 29, 2005, brief “calendar” entry.
6:30AM and it is still dark. I attached Jack a batch of MP3s, reminding him to have fun but no commitments. The changes since our days means there are no sure things left in this trade. Steve, who is also working major overtime, is not available for rehearsal. Jack used to own a retain store in Ft. Meade, so he’s got just about every gadget and toy on the market—except a PA system. Makes sense, I guess, drummer. But I heard him chant on key, so we’ll get him behind a mic before long.
Here’s that kudzoo plant that took up residence under my birdbath. The source of water is too good to pass up and these plants sent roots down 35 feet, they say. So I decided to train this one to grow on a trellis, where it is easy to tame. Turns out the birdies do like this arrangement. Shown here is early morning, but this blocks the sun in the afternoons from hitting the birdbath directly.
Maybe I should bet jealous of the neighbor’s near-orchard. He’s going to cut down his apple and orange trees so the yard is easier to mow. His yard is really three, that’s the guy who bought both houses next door so he’d have no neighbors. The point is, none of his nice trees took up residence on my side. Here is an example of another linden tree spot around by the laundry deck. It was cut down and shown here a month later is has around five new trees from the root left under ground. I will take a saber saw to these root bulbs, a dusty, dirty task. But there seems no other way. If I didn’t say, each one of those stems left unattended will be a tree by spring and hard as hell to chop up. Feel free to lend a hand.
This is another wakeup call to get my journals on-line. True, there will be consequences to some of it but I won’t be around. Or if I am, will be too old to care. I contacted Protonmail about their announced A.I. program and they say it was launched, by coincidence, 48 hours ago. Called LUMO, it follows their policy of not keeping logs of your activity and is based on far stronger European privacy laws. While these are toys meant for chat rooms, features are rapidly added. We’ll keep this one in mind. LUMO.
I got half the south yard cleaned up before the sun put a stop to that enterprise. I have the other non-box lumber from the last pallets in a nice pile, but you tell me how all eight pair of my safety glasses are gone missing. I even have two pegs to hang them whether I’m the shed or the house, and poof, all gone. They must all be replaced, I know once they go missing, when they turn up the lenses are clouded. Do all you blog posters keep you as up to date with all this as I do? Then tell them to quit slacking off! One day they will appreciate how much they got done before noon. Don’t leave it as long as I did.
This is the level of activity I described to the doc y’day, but odds are they hear it as bullsh from 90% of their patients who even claim to get any exercise. For me, the last month has been unusual in that I have not lost any weight, or just one pound according to the clinic scale. But I know when my trousers slip and I have to tighten up a notch. This morning I had to cinch past the last notch that has ever been used. I’ll settle for that.
Jail, Knox City, TX.
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Early this afternoon I was over to the tube place on business and had time to chat. Less than a two minute drive from Jack’s place. I’ve said how Jack knows everybody and now double that. Everybody knows Jack. He bought a rifle from the shop twenty years ago and they know each other from the pub I first visited y’day. So I promptly drove back to Jack’s afterward and caught him frying up steaks. Which I don’t eat, so no, I didn’t stay for dinner. I needed to see if he was willing to sing, and he is. I know I kept that mic stand and boom in my old shed for a reason.
I visited ten minutes, leaving the van running with the A/C cranked. I confirmed with Jack that, if he could find us trio work, we could rehearse in his massive and otherwise empty and unused rec room. You may recall a year ago Jack understood the band was a duo, but that we always get approached by cherry pickers. In his case, the work will have to be finding the right places for us and acceptance that by default the duo may play without a drummer. He’s okay, meaning he knows the chances of ever finding any real band out there any more.
Blog rules I record what’s unique and I stopped at Wal*mart for organics. I’ll just say what happened and duck out of the way. Thanks, ICE, there is parking near the doors. It was noon and a lot of customers about. Including these two ladies that got out a van. Every guy in the parking lot slowed to see the passenger side, it was a perfect-bodied slim blonde babe. I was also taken, too, for perfect proportion is so rare these days. Here’s the point. As she got out with those long silky legs, her purse moved out of the way.
There it was. A long ugly biker tattoo down her left forearm. Immediately all the men sped up and went back to what they were doing. I saw it and turned on my way. Sorry, lady, you just undid what Nature gave you. From undivided attention to being ignored in a wink. She didn’t notice or maybe wanted that. But not the other lady, likely her mother, who saw the whole sequence. That was one pissed off lady, m’boys. I’ll steer clear of these rocks.
Did I see the funniest thing on-line. A bunch of rent-a-protesters lined up along the path of a motorcade. But at the last moment, it was rerouted a block away. The protestors had to run across to the other side of the park. BWAAA—ha-ha, it was like watching walruses on the beach. Blubber boys and land whales huffing and puffing. Some smart aleck posted next time go for three blocks and watch the Demtards make it about half way.
The drive back had me listening to another couple chapters of the crazy lady. At least the plot is getting deeper, but the attempted portrayal of Aubrey as a sensitive liberal saved by her deep emotions is having the opposite effect. At 30, she’s still an airhead. The guy she met is a reporter assigned to investigate her story. And the possibility that her dead husband was selling hospital drugs has means he may be just kidnapped. But this broad is something else. When her man jogs, the sweat drips down his back, but when she jogs is flows between her breasts.
ADDENDUM
What other blog can you trust for the latest in cheap building materials? Here are some wood-grain vinyl flooring strips that I noticed are around the correct width to line my box bottoms. Yippee, another experiment. The church up the road curbsided a huge pile, so I took enough to cover my bathroom floor. That floor must remain “removable” due to the amount of plumbing and electrical, as some day I will actually get around to connecting the new exterior water heater.
Those materials are not durable. These vinyl strips are meant for foot traffic, so let’s slice some to fit and see if we can do better.
Add a picture of lumber, this time for the loose tube crates. Five are planned. These are drying in the raw Florida sun. They are standing for a reason or two. This makes them easier to flip around as I walk to the driveway. The result is flatter drying, that is, the boards don’t cup as much as when laid horizontal. Maybe upright has better air circulation.
For luck, we opened a can of Maxwell House and it is a good batch. That’s a plus because September is shaping up to be a cashless month. I’ve plenty to do around the house as long as the coffee supply can keep me going. Hey, some people gamble, I like coffee. What is that racket? Ah, Mrs. Red is declaring all others steer clear of the main feeder until she’s done.
We might be dealing with two female cardinals. One is more skittish, I think the younger one from a week ago is now has full plumage and can’t be told apart. But one is easily spooked and flits away at any movement. The other could care less, does not even use the flight path for approach.
Around mid-evening I see that silver is pausing at $39.98. I never understood the crazy prices between 2009 and 2011, but one sure trend was the price was always moving. That’s when I invested, and that’s where the old truism proved itself. Nothing will cause a price to drop like me investing in it. The price dropped to half what I paid and has stayed there for 15 years. But $40 is a traditional ceiling. If it passes that, it can cause a run. Please, just let silver hit a high just once in my life. How was your Friday?
