One year ago today: October 3, 2024, doggie food.
Five years ago today: October 3, 2020, that puppy’s now 100lb.
Nine years ago today: October 3, 2016, trapped in Burger King.
Random years ago today: October 3, 2003, I quit.
It was a shed day, and here are a couple photos of the progress on the small tool boxes. You are probably used to seeing the process by now. Quantity over quality becase that is what I’m equipped for, both in tools and skills. There are five in this batch, all from the same pallet, two are giveaway samples and the others I will test painting or something. They look like what they are, very unfinished.
Have you seen that lady who says the solution to White underpopulation is harems. It’s not, she points out, what people think. She parallels it to the reality of what’s going on. Thousands of single mothers and too many surplus males of poor quality, she just says it much nicer. Women how have more equal pay and each wife would be in her own house. It would improve the race, as only the best men for the task would breed children. She never mentions that creates masses of inferior males who would then have to resort to the leftover women who are not marriageable. But I say, come to think of it, that’s what’s going on out there anyway. See addendum.
Next, twenty minutes on the bass. I mapped out a generic line that will work for any chord pattern. Many, like the Beach Boys, leave out the four chord in the chorus, again a trick to make the harmonies easier. Now, let’s get in the yard and begin by relocated the satellite dish bird feeder. To make squirrel life that much more difficult. Then a final trace of every circuit in the old panel to eliminate any more surprises like that AC wire. It was hot, you know.
Here are four of the five boxes now ready for use, except finishing. I hesitate to paint or stain because the raw lumber really soaks up the liquid. However, I have two gallons of used paint that may be approaching its expiry date. That will have to wait since these few boxes have already gobbled up a lot of time, probably because I was having lots of fun.
Some things to notice would be the better match of lumber, where each box is made from a single plank as much as possible. The box bottoms may vary as they are not matched at all. The end-holes are drilled differently so that there is a more consistent amount of lumber around the diameters. The box in the lower left is for Alaine, you can see the row of “screwdriver” holes. These boxes are kind of the most rustic thing at her place, so it surprises me not if this winds up as a window planter or something.
Taking another look at the song “Cottonfields”, I’ve decided I don’t like any of the versions and the one I like the least is Creedence. The reason is when I was little I heard a version that had the lyrics most others leave out (I got a nail in my tire, had to walk a long, long way to town). There seemed a time when a dozen bands released the song but I cannot find the one I liked. My theory is that song lends itself to great harmonies. And if you want three or more people singing the same thing, it makes sense to drop the verses.
I was sleepless, so watched one of my favorite movies, “The Martian” because I find every scene believable. It’s not to bad a movie if you fast forward past all the sucky parts back on Earth. While the movie happens, I’m getting a head start on my year-end. Did you know my original “reverse retirement” idea came about this time of year when I was on my paper route? It was the day I could not see clearly to the end of the road three blocks away. Age was happening and I was still poor. No, that was not odd I thought this because I already knew I was losing a much bigger race. I knew I was trapped in an empty and hollow life. A few months earlier, I had received 2ȼ interest in my bank, which triggered my thinking.
I decided I wanted 10ȼ per day. Problem. This meant saving up the $1,000 which would require [I calculated] three lifetimes. Sorry, I can’t recall the exact specs, but a million was a much more magical number back then. I had no way of calculating all this, even calculators were ten years in the future, and more like fifteen where I lived. But a thousand, that could be done. For me, $1,000 was the goal because it was 10ȼ per day. There is a sad downsize to this, as you may have read, when I got to $54, my bank account disappeared. I realized a pile of money was too much of a target. Stay with me here.
If, instead of having the thousand dollars, if I put the 10ȼ a day in the bank, I would have the identical income as a $1,000 savings bond. Stay patient, I’m getting to it. For I also figured out something else. It was not the savings that got you ahead. It had to stay there because you could never spend it or you’d cut off your income. Yet every kid knew saving up got you ahead. If it was not the $1,000 that got you ahead, what was it? What was left? It was that lousy 10ȼ.
What I did not figure out was how cruel people were and that it would take me another twenty years before I could do anything toward investing. I tried and failed as many times as anybody else who has ever started a savings plan. You are lucky to last two months.. Everybody I knew who had that much got it for free, true, there are exceptions but I had never met any. There were still a few more elements to the equation, like realizing you must plan to die with that core money in the bank (so to speak).
And in the end, it was that 10ȼ that prospered because it grew into other ideas. By age 28, it was $19.34 every payday, and the rest is history.
Russian diamond mine.
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Did I just catch hell from a proper lady. The feeder was empty as the latest squirrel had learned to swing on the dripper hose. So I had to relocate the dish and fill the tube. Since the dish has to be bolted in place, I chose that for the cooler early morning. While the feeder tube was still empty. Well! Mrs. Red immediately informed me the folly of my enterprise. The good news is my hearing is back to normal.
I finished up two more of the small tool boxes, putting extra screws and a screwdriver holder on the special model for Alaine. No news from Punta yet, but she could call any time. Some last minute shopping got my van sideswiped at Wal*Mart, a scratch down the passenger side. Which brings me to the mystery, “Holy Ghost”. Now five dead and the town can figure out who’s sleeping with who just by watching who the cops interview next. The audiobook is a disappointment for sure, as all the characters introduced so far are accounted for.
That means unless the Virgin Mary herself is the perp, the killer has to be somebody not even mentioned yet. That makes the whole story up to this point a waste of time. What fun is all the sleuthing ends with some random shooter? But, with one disk left, we can’t quit now. By the time nobody is caught by police snooping, it means there is somebody smart enough that money is involved. Alas, this story has not provided even one clue who that could be. There is something, the third person shot was a widow who was giving big money to the church.
The blog that dares show you failures has a classic for you this evening. Here is the Sudoku (little joke there) finish on two of the boxes. Because, it is the only finish I know how to apply o pallet lumber. What is the fail? Have you guessed? I was hoping the application would darken the laser embossed brand logo. Nope, it obliterates it. But there is some way to get around this if you give me enough time to think of it. Another consideration is that these boxes have a lot more angles and surfaces which significantly increases the time requirement with the blowtorch.
It’s nothing, but I can see how the lack of education or training for me parallels my music career. If I had gone to carpentry school, I suppose I would have learned all these things. I could say the same if I had gone to Juilliards. So I will say again, when I suggest I did something original, I’m not saying I invented it. I’m saying I learned it on my own, I did not copy anybody, so to me, it is original. Now be fair, I’m not the only one who thinkis this.
ADDENDUM
This situation exists already and more than many realize—which explains why all the good women are gone. They’ve got the good men, who are also gone. Elon Musk pays women to have his children and raise them, but the terms are confidential. Many women are better off than on welfare and as they have separate living arrangements, do not have to commingle or live with the other “wives”. If viewed differently and without stigma, the situation makes plenty of sense. If you are wondering about any historical lead-up, this is the way many Mormons lived before statehood banned it.
I heard the lady out and she addresses some real concerns. In a sense, these wives would know each other enough to form a supportive network when they get older and would normally have a harder time finding someone. You can watch the video here, just ignore the really aggravating broad on the left who is constantly trying to push her agenda.
