One year ago today: January 18, 2025, rapid unscheduled disassembly.
Five years ago today: January 18, 2021, most common lotto number: 6.
Nine years ago today: January 18, 2017, I built a door!
Random years ago today: January 18, 2001,fifty smackeroos!
Sadly I report it took me hours to pack a suitcase and get underway. The bright side is this trip will get us the information I need to plan ahead. I didn’t leave until 3:30PM but all the birdfeeders and local business is good for a week if it takes that long to return. If I stay more than two days, my plan is to get across town and crash a JZ’s. He needs the diversion and I fear he’s become too accepting of his situation. Nobody is helping the guy out to a meaningful degree. Thanks, people, this fish gif got 1,500+ views. Probably an anomaly, but thanks.
Expect the next week of posts to be a bit mixed, as I no longer have a workable travel computer. I’ll check into a tablet, even though there is no longer a word processor in both, I would be able to compose blot entries on-line. That’s about as close as I ever want to voluntarily get near the dreaded cloud. I took the direct route, stopping only in Clewiston for an empanada and coffee. My gal was not there so the coffee was lousy. That the Punto Rojo, which you may see here as Punta Roja if I do not override the spell-checker. I do not know the Latino interpretation for this change from the feminine to masculine spelling.
The Reb called and as par, they want more money and there is only one place left to get any. I know that big fat lump sum in Caltier is sitting there, but that is the one site that cannot be touched. Silver racked up to nearly $95, but if that gets used, I will own a sizeable portion of the recording contract. This was not meant to be the plan but you know my natural hesitancy to avoid strangers and their usually ill-gotten investment money. Besides, the system is set up now that it takes at least one month and up to three to get anything out of Caltier.
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I’m in Hollywood, Florida, and moving slow, but with the utmost dignity and such. The door was open, so I plunked down on Agt. M’s sofa and flaked out until he got home. Then there is no chance of sleep as the kids know when I get there it’s like party time. Normal bedtime is 8:00PM but by 10:00PM we are still playing guitars, ukeleles, and reading our favorite science books That last one is amusing because when I grew up most academic material was years out of date. Plus, the kids have learned no matter how new the material is, there’s, shall we say, not that many grownups around who know anything about it.
By now you’ve noticed the rug rats getting more guitar lesson in a half-hour than at the academy in a month. How terribly I lament that I never having anyone to show me this. Not just as a child, but ever. Most of this I had to still figure out myself. They are still too young to know the real benefit. It is further amusing how they already are being sold the old “lead player” attitude by their school. In reality, lead playing is a set of memorized patterns you either naturally play well, or can learn.
I arrived exhausted but the kids had enough surplus energy to keep me awake. Plus, there is endless coffee, that’s robot club all the way. Agt. M is now domesticated and can never prioritize the club again. Also, good food slows us all down. One staple you may not know is creamed spinach. On a layer of this recipe, and egg is breakfast, a pork chop is lunch, and a steak can be supper.
