One year ago today: March 5, 2025, Lofty, too screwed up.
Five years ago today: March 5, 2021, spiffy-looking.
Nine years ago today: March 5, 2017, none of it grew.
Random years ago today: March 5, 2005, church, beer, talk.
Talk about a sporadic recovery. Where is the long, slow convalescence? I am plagued by good and bad days randomly. Last evening I could not hold a pen in my fingers. But, it is all physical, I have a dozen academic pursuits to keep the brain sharp. This morning working with my Arduino again, I’m reminded I don’t have a reliable 5VDC power supply and they don’t make one. What I have is lots of 3VDC packs salvaged from Dollar Tree. They can be ganged to 6VDC, which will work because the instant you connect them to anything, the voltage drops. That was my project for this morning.
It is a mild pain and I got out to the shed. Here are two gift boxes in progress, for the guys at ICU and therapy. I’ve learned it was Rick took pity on my diet and scored me the ginger ale and Nick who fast-tracked me out of physical or I might still be there lifting weights instead of wood. These are the side plates for two Z-boxes, being lined up for customized laser etching. They are for staff at the med places who went out of their way, and we know the boxes are highly conspicuous, much better than your ho-hum performance review.
Now that I’ve built around 50 boxes, I was able to accurately gauge the amount of exertion to match the therapy guidelines they want me to follow for exercise. A darn good equivalent, which includes moving the lumber. These plates have to be carried from the back work shed to the laser table, and so on. For now, my limit is around 15 cuts per day. Enough [energy] to make the pieces shown here, but not assemble them in one day.
NE New Mexico, I think.
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Just now I got a lecture and it was overdue. This hospital stay changed a lot of parameters, one of them being my blood is now, as far as I am concerned, contaminated. The lecture was from the Reb, who has long felt I should have larger social media exposure. I now agree, but you know how I view advice from people already on-line. Most of it is too self-centered to be of any utility to me. If, however, she can suggest a compatible way for me to approach this, I will promise to give it a try.
What did I think about in the hospital? That’s not a complicated question. I have my wood box hobby that I should seriously make a backup plan over. I was unable to lift my own tools, but my typing skills remain undiminished. So there is a paradox—you have heard me lament for years how I never took shop in school. But here is something you should know. Rewind to that classroom where I learned to type—I could see out the window all the jocks playing murder ball.
So typing and shop were not overlapping events. I could not both be in shop class and typing class at the same time. It was one or the other and for those who have been following along, I would NEVER for an instant give up my typing skills or any amount of shop. Not any fifty of those guys ever got anywhere with it except a better job while I got all the women I wanted in every high school, college, and both universities I attended. I never put it that way before, but I would never trade my typing skills for anything the other guys trained in.
ADDENDUM
I erred in adding it to both the position and the offset. This offset is called a Greenwich Hour Angle and is always measured west. Here’s some trivia for you about the Farmer’s Almanac. You see the term “right ascension”. That is just the same measurement if you go east from your ground point—but this is not used in navigation. Primarily, it seems used to make Almanac types sound smarter than they are.
