One year ago today: December 28, 2024, a prefect day.s
Five years ago today: December 28, 2020, with the motor removed!
Nine years ago today: December 28, 2016, most blogs = cats, food.
Random years ago today: December 28, 2012, my first nailer.
Pork chops for breakfast, then reality arrived. We are both tired from that tiny spot of work and shopping y’day. There is more hilarity to this than it seem, you see, JZ’s new big screen TV went on the blink. I have my Arduino book and trust me, I am not the most sympathetic of helpful guy to know in that situation. Don’t as me why some millennial remote won’t work because I’ll curse the millennial. Seriously, I’m no help, so I re-studied the chapter on PWM for four hours while JZ used trial and error and finally got the free TV stations back. I have permission to tell you all this.
But he believes the top news story of the hour for the past three weeks is Zelensky meeting with Trump. My ability to tune out both TV and TV people means I got a lot done during the quiet spell. I’m not exaggerating, JZ was in a near panic for four hours, desperately trying to get that screen to work, while I could only glance over occasionally and remind him that’s why his brother gave him that nearly new junk TV.
Worse for TV addiction, over time I have taught JZ how to make good coffee and good grits. Wait, take that back. He always made great grits, I just helped fine tune matters, like how to keep the grits frozen, how to never buy more than you’ll use in a month, and insist on Jim Dandy. While JZ was getting steamed about missing Bruce Lee reruns, I was learning the nuances of the analogwrite command. This explains my lack of pity for the pure agony of TV withdrawal syndrome. Geez, JZ, I’d really like to help, but you know my TV IQ is lower than Joe Biden’s ratings. And so on. JZ, did you know for years my parents struggled to put food on the table? They were dwarfs.
I mentioned that I liked the lack of traffic helicopters in Miami, wondering if they had been replace by drones. Despite thousands of hours of “study and research”, JZ had no idea what I was talking about.
Wagon Mound, NM.
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Finally, after 60 pages of study, I got this brilliant idea. Let’s drive all the way to that open market on Dixie Highway. It was a breeze, hitting every green light and finding a parking spot near the front gate. This whole ICE thing is getting better all the time. You should see the farmer’s market now. Only a few food stalls, but around two acres of imported counterfeit merch. We bought great channel lock pliers for $5 and I spent the bucks to buy coconut juice from the fat Cuban gal to celebrate Florida Xmas 26.
It turns out that an appointment with the DMV cannot be made without a telephone—unless you go sit in the office and hope for a turn. That’s real GenX consideration for you. And nobody is about to drive him there and wait. That is, until I make a special trip to help. This got an old idea revived about JZ visiting here. He knows I’ve made the trip by train and as far as I know, he’s the only one he knows who has ever made an impromptu trip out of town. That is, JZ has been out of town more often without family than his whole family. Got that.
Now the southern terminus of the rail system is an eight minute walk from his condo. I could work something like this. I often cut short important visits because I don’t like to drive after dark. But if he drives back here with me, it means he gets to travel, we get caught up, see a few new venues, and could help me do some repairs. He could turn around and catch the 2:00 o’clock train back same day.
