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Saturday, March 7, 2026

March 7, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 7, 2025, that problem corner.
Five years ago today: March 7, 2021, not far left.
Nine years ago today: March 7, 2017, first/last whole chicken.
Random years ago today: March 7, 2001, no tips.

           Grits and an egg (over medium) for breakfast. And coffee. Maybe I’m back. A solid seven hours in the sack and I awoke with appetite. Who could ask for anything more? Teachers, that’s who. Remember that teacher’s union who supported the African for New York mayor. He just raided their pension fund and it serves them right. I’ve got some surplus energy this morning, so let’s go fill the birdfeeders, to see if today is putter or sputter.
           Here’s later, I got two of the boxes framed and talked to the neighbor. We plan an extra Festus or movie for later. These are the custom boxes intended for gifts, you can just make out the laser decoration. These are not done, the bottom panels are pending, arguably the hardest part of the job. I’ve got six or so boxes at any time all missing one final slat, so I could ramp up production if I ever get around to it.
           There should be a view of the wind-damaged fence here I could not affect that repair because it would entail lifting the battery drill above shoulder height. There are two fences in this pic, the one in the foreground on the right, and the virtually identical build on the left. The thing here is why did one fence lose pickets in the same wind the other was not? This, folks, is the core of discovery. I have no way of measuring wind force. Yet.

           That was the Reb phoning and Caltier is forcing a password change. And, they took $21 out of my account, so I am on the warpath. So we are clear on this, I expect a monthly capital gains payout. The fund is expired, but I also expect a monthly share of the rental operations that should average 7.1%. Caltier made a big deal the properties were all good areas and mostly rented long term. I want my cut of the rent and I want my share of any profits from sales of the buildings. That’s the how and why I invested.

           We also talked politics, and on a level you won’t get otherwise. I say you don’t work you don’t eat. But I’m no redneck because I would never stop others from helping with their own money. We’ve gone over this and today’s topic was medical. I say it would be very affordable if they quit giving it away free to non-citizens. History has shown the only system that works is user-pay. I carried the lazy off my paycheck from the day I turned 18 until I retired and I’m done listening to any more sob stories. The Reb and I were talking about her medical, something I can’t influence in any way.
           One point we do not see eye to eye is she feels these people on welfare cannot just be cut off. I disagree, saying they can and should be cut off—of welfare. Turn them over to the church. The point of contention is whether the sharp intense pain of these people suddenly having to pull their own weight is greater than the slow dull pain they have inflict on the hapless taxpayer over his lifetime. I say it is not. Some say cutting welfare is taking food out of baby’s mouths—but that is exactly what the welfare people are doing to the taxpayer every payday.
           The dbag Bruce Springsteen is selling his concert tickets at $3,000 each. Did you know Charles deGaulle holds the record of assassination attempts at 31.

Picture of the day.
Brenham, Texas.
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           A short nap put me back in the game, I was around 50% energy the rest of the day. A nice improvement. The neighbor called and we found a movie we’d both heard of but not seen. The original 1950s(?) “King Solomon’s Mine”, the legendary Alan Quartermain. There seem a dozen movies on this theme, but this was the version with Deborah Kerr. The red-head actress who always quarreled with the men she eventually, you-know. This movie was a nearly endless safari but some of the greatest scenery. Plainly filmed on location and while and before the tribes decided they invented everything.
           Movies are ideal activity level for me, sitting two hours with a coffee. I am getting better, but almost unbearably slowly. Even allowing for heart weakness, which I’ve experience before, this is slow. And why is it surface wounds take so long, it isn’t like they are connected to deep heart repair. It’s exasperating, but I am walking a bit steadier. My limit is around 150 paces.

           Here’s a military picture to ponder. Another example of how the Gulf wars are not made to defeat America in combat. This depicts the damage from a $2 million dollar Tomahawk missile. Launched from a warship costing hundreds of millions sailed around the world by crews that cost even more millions. And it just took out the silhouette of a fake jet painted on the runway.
           This waste is repeated every day and no nation can support that forever. My interest in the affair ends at the technology of the weapons. I do not think, other than indirectly through things like gas prices, that any war the US has ever been in has affected my day-to-day activities.

           Blog rules I record medica. While in the shed today my left upper leg felt like it was on fire. This attack lasted four minutes. It is the exact large patch that feels numb, a shallow numbness under the skin. Doc says pinched nerves. I just kept on working, taking this as a good sign that the condition changes, meaning it isn’t permanent. It felt sharp and burning, but left the site less tender than before. It’s beneath my left pants pocket, where keep my money so this could be good or a bad thing, ha-ha-ha.

ADDENDUM
           Some tech sites are reporting the salvage of old undersea fibre optic cables. Usually, when such a link goes dead, it is unrepairable. So why raise it up? Answer: fiber or not, the cables contain tons of high grade copper to power the system. And copper is the latest uber-manipulated commodity. Silver remains at $85, a so-so price waiting for boom or bust. MAID, the Canadian government suicide department, shows that 95.6% of the takers have been White.

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