One year ago today: October 23, 2024,just another Wednesday.
Five years ago today: October 23, 2020, cars, phones, doggies.
Nine years ago today: October 23, 2016, my pancake legacy.
Random years ago today: October 23, 2013, adventure of a lifetime, sigh.
Another big Jeet truck crash, killing three. People don’t grasp these drivers are from a society that teaches everything is pre-ordained. Therefore nothing is his fault. Am I grumpy today. Yep, mild insomnia. Pan-toasted bread and coffee, I don’t think today will be in my top ten. We have a dark-colored bird with a crest checking out the woodpecker nest box. It’s such a calm morning my mister has a fog hanging around the entire birdie paradise. That’s why my picture window faces away from the street, folks. It might turn out to be a woodpecker.
Aha, as expected I overdrew my energy last afternoon and it’s time off. This never affects my driving or bass playing, so that’s an option. I got just four hours sack time and tend to dream more. This morning, that becomes top story. When I was 19, I met a gal who was in law school. Judy Murray. We were friends with benefits which I should explain. She was not that pretty, and yes, until I was 30 that did mean a lot to me. There has to be a spark.
Let me explain. Just like most, I was raised to believe that if you were not tall and handsome, the only time women would find you attractive was if you were rich and had lots of nice things. Don’t laugh, to this day, that’s how the majority of men think. I was just a kid with nothing, actually less than nothing, so I never understood that Judy, or any woman, could see anything in me.
A lot of my youthful behavior can be explained by this. Since each woman was going to find out I had nothing and leave me, why not make it a one night stand? Judy wrote me a series of anonymous poems I did not connect with being her. I’d even asked her if she had any idea who was writing them. She said nothing. We stopped dating when I met the lovely Sweet Judy Blue Eyes. Now that, dear diary, was a spark.
That’s where I last learned much about the product. Until recently, when the largest growers have indulged in dirty tactics and there is political question about water rights. Right now, I’m going to the south end to do some shopping and I do believe I’ll pick up some pistachios. Later, I did and they cost $10 bucks a package now. While we have time, lets take a closer look at the package.
This “panty liner” design is the result of major push by “Wonderful”, the largest grower. Their entire plantation of 25,000 acres is cloned from a single tree that, for unknown reasons, had a 15% higher yield than usual. The squabble over water rights is whether a private for-profit entity like Wonderful should be allowed a majority stakeholding in a waterworks project paid for by the California public. Personally, I’d say no, because I personally know the futility of being forced to seek permission from parties that have nothing to lose by saying no. It's a simple formula, if you stand to make a dollar and they don't, they'll say no, despite the fact they have no vested interest in the undertaking.
It was twelve years ago I set out by sidecar on what I did not know would be the last and most classic trip I would make in my lifetime.
Poutine.
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Here’s a decision I have to make. That kitchen floor measures level across each section. But if I measure a long board placed across the wide part of the room, this bubble tells a different story. I thinking this through slowly. Can you see the bubble off to right of center? Also visible is the repair job, looks like a couple black smudges to the bottom left. This level was snapped in two and is one of the oldest tools in my possession. It has been calibrated to be exact after the repair. Seeing is believing and that floor is not right.
I’m back, the roadway to Tampa was closed again, surrounded by 25 squad cars. I wonder what that’s about? Nothing on the websites, a good demonstration of useless things become when you don’t establish standards at the onset. Rather than sit it out, I did a quick shop to discover chicken has again gone up 40%. That’s $12 a pack, up from $9 a week ago. That should have a nice impact on the welfare cases, as the Democrats again extend the shutdown by insisting illegals get free medical. This incurs the wrath of the taxpayers and Trump knows it.
Dubbed the “EBT Holiday”, this issue brings to the forefront the huge dissatisfaction of most Americans about letting any class of society become dependent on government handouts. I agree, no way should 41 million people be getting free food. Part of the problem is that suppliers adapt to this system and it becomes painful to get off it. And if you see increased usage of the name “Trumpie”, that was me again.
This photo shows the computer operating system that finally convinced me never to trust MicroSoft. It’s set up in the shed where I keep inventory. This computer has never been connected to the Internet and has only an original copy of Windows installed. It is turned off by the onscreen command at end of each use. Yet, around a quarter of the time, like shown here, when you return next day it has turned itself back on. I’ve test dozens of theories how it does this on this and several computers and have no answers. Other than MicroSoft does this on purpose for some nefarious reason. If it is a Dell computer, double the occurrences.
