One year ago today: April 28, 2025, $67,000,000 splash.
Five years ago today: April 28, 2021, notoriously inaccurate.
Nine years ago today: April 28, 2017, store-bought potato salad.
Random years ago today: April 28, 1981, amazingly prescient.
Welcome, this is the blog that featured 10-inch tires last day. And we could be heading for just such another exciting tour. I awoke with (get this) tender soles. Yep, on my footsies, and this happened once in the hospital, so I’m out of commission. Then again, I don’t need to stand up to fix what’s wrong with the van. Just don’t be planning any victory parades. We do not know why that hose came loose. We don’t even know if the hose is the problem—but if it is, whew! 5:30AM. My driveway is sand. Am I really going to go grovel in that sand before the day gets too hot?
The Panasonic is finally broken, I have no local photos for you today. Here is a member of the press stealing wine during the recent shooting in DC.
Nope, today is not going to work for the van. Since the likelihood is the repair will not cost a bundle, how about we drive up to BestBuy and look at a new camera? I have awful luck with those things. Trust me, the $35 camera that creates blog photos is worth infinitely more than the $399 unit sitting on your mantle, folks. This blog, sad to say, was not much on photos long ago, so you may get the impression daily life was always this dull for me.
Not so, I once had quite the life, held back only by constraints well beyond my control. Okay, how’s this for human interest. I have this empty mayo dispenser. If you see a picture, then I made it uptown. This is supposed to rest upside down to provide mayo on demand. No more waiting while you invert the big bottle. The thing never worked, as mayo does not have the gravity to flow downward by itself. Ah, but does carpenter’s glue? Now there is a project I could manage with sore feet. Who’s with me on this? Good, hop in, let’s go to BestBuy.
Argh, moments later a slack spell hit me so I did not drive. Instead, I went over the books as the trips to Miami are eating up any surplus gained here. That was my choice. Remember that day JZ and I went to Corbett’s for a few. That was four beers each and I paid the $70 tab. Never again, not there. Zero women, an older married couples bar. Mind you, my overall entertainment budget was unspent the entire time I was off duty. Nor am I the only one angry about food prices. Why is food costing me $10 per day? I eat good, but not that good.
Communist apartments today.
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Put everything on hold. We finally got a contact back from Caltier. Nine months, but admittedly the last three have been sub-optimal for me. The easiest explanation is that I was millennialized. They insisted on an e-mail address to open the account, which they then proceeded to use as the account name, without even being asked. Alas, it had the misfortune to be a gmail, that’s another story.
This is a photo of some of the wiring Google claims is their quantum computer. Actually, it is nothing of the kind, but it will simulate the quantum behavior, which is well-known enough. The sole purpose of this development is to enable Google to crack your passwords by brute force. There is no law against this.
Well, this next round in the Nashville investment game wipes out everything. This is, by the way, one of the reasons I know when people are lying about investments. If things go smoothly, you are not doing it right. Caltier makes it very difficult to find their redemption instructions, which makes sense in a way. Talking with the Reb, I’m pulling out all but $5,000 and it is a nightmare. Like how it asks for 10-digit numbers you never heard of, or to click buttons that do not exist. You know, I had a life before I got to Nashville. Isn't there a song or two about that?
Caltier brings everything, including Miami, the van, and any pain, to a standstill. Forget the camera, I was on-line until I got most of it sorted out and on the phone in between. There is a disjoint between the morons who designed the Caltier web page and the morons pretending they can maintain it. “Sure, boss, I can change the button for you.” Without a clue what the button does or what it is linked to. That’s somebody else’s job, you old people don’t get it.
The rush was documents needed by month’s end. There is no indication how much lead time they need, so I put the Reb on hold and waded through the Caltier mess. I got it done and the documents submitted. She wants definites but Caltier has still not answered the requests I put in before noon Tennessee time. Don’t even talk to me about exhaustion. I have invested in a musical career that I know very little about, but it is probably my last kick at the can.
To forget the day, I went back to sight reduction. It’s making so much sense that I believe I can do it without sextant readings, or do the reading afterwards, sort of. Every book on the topic treats this as a sacred ritual, but I see it is just needed for accuracy that isn’t that necessary to work the tables. You choose the AP (assumed point) early in the process, so check it after unless your ship is moving like 80 miles an hour.
As for delivering the pressure washer, maybe not until July. Agt. M is flying to Romanian with the family next Monday. One more thing, we have a potential guitar player, I know, I know. The cleaning lady next door works with a lady whose husband “needs a hobby” and apparently played in bands for years. Tomorrow we find out what kind of band. If you go on-line, you’ll find 50 bands and 50 guitarists claiming to be looking—and every one has a serious flaw that’s been holding them back so long nobody remembers. Yep, many of these people have been advertising on the same boards for years, so you just know there are compatibility issues. Last, a Gunsmoke show, this time a soldier who led a massacre falls for a white gal whose Cheyenne husband he may have killed. Indeed, the writers have run out of material.
ADDENDUM
What’s in the news? Again it is mostly politics and I can’t change that. Anyway. Republicans are the perfect example of cowardice presented as morality. Every time the Democrats fail at assassination, they’ll say it was staged. 55% of Americans say they are financially worse off.
