One year ago today: October 5, 2024, 3,933 out of 4,290.
Five years ago today: October 5, 2020, printing it up.
Nine years ago today: October 5, 2016, motorcycle radiator.
Random years ago today: October 5, 2005, a 20-hr day.
Up at dawn, it’s pancake day. I edited 88 minutes of video and less than 8% is good footage, which is about normal. It is all good camera-work, but pets take a special knack. The pet blessing is better than many a pet show due to its own randomness. That’s what you see here, pooches and the shelter by the church statue, actually, you can’t see the statue. It is at the base of the cross a little to the left.
Much of my travels were before blogs were invented. I dutifully recorded for years the effect this had on me, mainly great sleep and wonderful dreams. And this short trip to the coast and back had the same effect again after all these years. All too rare. This year’s ceremony brought out some 30 pets. It’s open to all, just don’t expect any religious stuff, it is all about pets. The most you’ll here is references to St. Francis, a patron saint.
Eight e-mails off to interested parties, [turns out ]there was no really good video. And the new camera has a minimum focus of nearly two feet. Let’s glance at the news, then find something to do for the day. I don’t feel up to any big projects. So I’m giving you all the day off. Without pay. Throw on a DVD and I’ll make the coffee. If there’s nothing good, find something ad-free. Or just throw on “Sahara”. The plan isn’t to do nothing, that’s for zombies, but to do only fun. There you go.
After all, turns out I did get things done. Here’s the fix to the pneumatic lines. When first installed, the single hose was near the center of the work area. We’ve come to rely on air tools, so this T-fitting had to be adjusted to aim at the side of the room. We now use many air tools. This shows temporary octopus fitting as I have other work to do before that air line is complete. Tomorrow I have to buy a 5-foot copper tube, now $2.60 per foot. I need only 4 feet but you can’t buy that. The photos also show the last of my fancy brass fittings.
I bought lots when they were half of today’s price and this is the end of my supply. I was sure I had a length of copper pipe, but it has disappeared The photos show the fitting, then the old facing downward. I had to remove that bracket and heat the pipe until it moved horizontal in the last panel. I got lucky, the solder sealed again without much ado.
California almond plantation.
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Zero surplus energy today kept me in the sack until 4:00PM, is there enough time left to get anything done today? Can I get away with this photo of our group at the Pet Blessing? Here are the seven pets for which I had pictures. The general rule is they must be recent pics, or near the end, or in the case of Sheba (with the big ears), when they were little. Alas, that left out Vina, the kittycat and Seven, who now weighs 100lb. But I have no pics, so they missed out this year. Here’s the crew, see if you can place any of the names.
They are, in any order, Chloe, Sheba, Chooks, Sammy, Lillie, JeePee, and Sparkie. In Nashville, only Chooks and Lillie are still with us. The long drive back y’day finished up our mystery audiobook, and the motive was money. This very well-made story gets a poor rating from me, because the guilty party is plunked into the plot at the end. No tantalizing clues like a good novel should. This book must have mentioned chicken pot pies fifty times, as in how bad they are. Here’s how things wrap up in the final half-hour.
Barry, the son of the murdered lady is a carpet cleaner, who some ten years earlier, had borrowed $200,000 from a neighbor for a night club that failed. The neighbor, an heavy equipment operator, knew the only way he’d get his money back was when Barry inherited his mother’s property in Florida. But when she started donating all her money to the church with the fake apparition, she had to go. The neighbor had a Quonset hut for his machinery, and his wife, a good shot (because she was screwing the guy who owned the rifle range, was doing the killings from inside the hut’s rooftop ventilation louvers, where she was lifted up there in the bucket of the excavator.
The investigators, who had now upset the entire town, grabbed another round of pot pies and went home. None of the story up to that ending had any ties to the killings, but as I mentioned, [the plot] makes a rousing good argument against dirty police tactics. It is expected all the damage is forgiven because they got a conviction.
My shift in the shed today was three hours, all logistics. The sole of my shoe came loose in Punta and when I went to fix it, the darn thing has a hole worn in the middle. I fixed it anyway. The old rule applies that all shoes become slip-ons and then around here they become work shoes. I just put new heels on this pair a year ago, it’s the closest thing I have any more for dress shoes. Folks, there comes a time in every man’s life, if you live long enough, a big day involves copper tubing and contact cement.
Wait, I do have something different for you. Here is a third of the clocks in my domicile, which includes the work sheds. I do have twelve clocks around here but my camera batteries went dead walking around taking pics. I was constantly barked at by the new tribe of three squirrels, who have defeated my latest barriers to the bird feeder. It got dark or I would have set up the game camera. If this is what they call a fun day in retirement, now you know why I love playing in a band.
I’m back inside, twilight this far south is like less than twenty minutes. So move fast. I’m perched at the computer, about to check if anyone has even noticed the government shutdown. First, let’s see what Signalman Sam has to send in semaphore. (All your other favorite blogs do these things so I have to keep up, right?) I receive code at 30 characters per minute easily, many times faster than I started with Morse. There he is flapping his arms again, today’s message is: CAPTAINS ORDERS REVERSE COURSE. Semaphore is all caps, no punctuation, and in the navy, numbers are spelled out. That was too easy, let’s do another. FLEET OF TEN SHIPS SEEN THREE MILES SOUTH.
One more, then coffee time. That boy loves to wave like a maniac. CONTINUE TNE MILE PAST PINE ISLAND. Including the spelling mistakes. There are no other good semaphore sites and this one is suffering from the MicroSoft disease. That’s where they sell you the book but never expect you to finish it, so the last 2/3rds has never been proofread.
Five days of government shutdown and no apparent effect on the system. Lots of talk, but most of it is by “experts” who think government waste and efficiency have become so rooted in that fixing it would hurt too many people. They insist you must keep robbing Peter because Paul might complain, and Paul votes for them. Another military dumps MicroSoft Office for Office Libre. I used Libre briefly but way to many bugs, and despite claims it was not really compable with Word and Excel. What’s the threat? MicroSoft is moving toward enforced cloud storage. I would not store crap on MicroSoft memory, much less any military secrets.
ADDENDUM
Here’s one for you. There is a desperate Leftist quest to find anything that discredits Trump. Now the MSM in on about the used of unclaimed cadavers for medical training and research, which (they say) might include the Israeli Defense Force. The issue, says Fox News, is that the bodies are sold and used for experiments without consent. Question for Fox, if the bodies are unclaimed, who is they should ask for consent? Some smart aleck posted just use the auto-pen.
That’s the same smart aleck who keeps posting he wants his $5,000 DOGE rebate. It’s all publicity, for he knows the reason the checks never came. DOGE merely identified the waste, it was up to Congress to act on it. They never did. Ero, there is no rebate money.