April 6, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: April 6, 2025, $17 per hour!
Five years ago today: April 6, 2021, some e-car pricing.
Nine years ago today: April 6, 2017, thoughts on this cabin.
Random years ago today: April 6, 2010, no “yobs” here.

           In the door of my fridge, do not confuse my Eqyptian raspberry jam with the chili peppers in oil. It’s an easy early morning mistake most people make only the once. It’s a cheery morning and I’m wanting some small boxes, the kind for components. I’ve got some energy, but we’ve had false alarms before. It says here Trump has a new destination for illegals who do not want to go home. You know, the bunch fleeing not persecution, but prosecution. The Congo awaits.

           What a great strategy. It’s win-win for the African nation. Millions of inventive hard workers who built the USA (we are told) arriving with tons of American savvy and job skills. Kinshasa may well become the next economic powerhouse. What’s more, the new people will bring along their contemporary values of property ownership to a nation “deeply affected by humanitarian realities”.

           By noon, I got underway. Some light work on wood scraps and the discover I have no 775s, a generic type of small DC electric motor, very easy to work with. I think I have one in an old electric drill, can I salvage it at today’s energy level? Why not check back later and keep blog readership high at the same time? Panasonic, the swell bunch who makes their own camera models 100% incompatible, has actually built something I like. Shockproof, waterproof, 30fps, with a second forward-facing “selfie” screen. Tiny, and only $30.

           As usual, because I like it, Wal*Mart does not stock it and all the positive reviews are part of a promotion. Also, I do not know anyone who can order it for me, even if I give them the cash, all their accounts are already overdrawn. Don’t nobody say I’m a hypocrite for “hanging around” with losers, there are, present company excepted, no winners in this vicinity.

           Later, I found a 775 and it is drying on the bench. Hunt around here for a picture. Some of you may recognize this very common motor now that it’s been pointed out. Here’s an item, the English say killer seals are eating all the dolphins. Fact is, no animal can cause the extinction of another unless humans cause it. And it looks like Argentina may start up the Falklands war again.

Picture of the day.
Australian pony club.
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           By 2:00PM, I failed at today. A couple tiny tasks around noon landed me flat with fatigue. Check later, I’m recording this in real time. Of course I hate this routine, I truly dislike idleness and foolishly tried to fight. Wound up faint and scraped my shin. Nap time. Wait, all is not lost. By 5:00PM I got up, went out into the back yard and fixed the privacy fence.

           It is the fence set 30 feet back in this photo. Most of those pickets were lying on the ground. You can see the dirt. The old staples had to be pulled, it was not until after I found this spot was a wind channel. A quick heft said each [picket]was within my weight limitation. By drilling pilot holes and starting every screw, I was able to re-affix all nine panels in not much more than an hour. So there, world, you did not stop me today.
           Fun enough it was dismantling that old Ryobi drill. The plastic housing resisted whacks from the sledge hammer a while back, but it was no match for a carbide saw. There was even time and inclination for a little shed maintenance, a plan assisted by a late afternoon drizzle. The sad news is my bench power supply, intended for tiny components, will not start this for a test., but I got this far. If I went 1% too much lifting anything, I will feel it by morning, so keep ready for a big day off.

           Another run at “For What It’s Worth” on the bass did not produce good results. It is a guitar riff which can place physically impossible finger spreads. Another discovery is none of the tabs or tutorials are accurate. There are nuances on the recording that are subject to interpretation and some are taken too far.

           There are passages that show this was a very early attempt at bass fills, resulting in several spots where the 1966 sound is “wrong” for today’s ear. I’m kind of committed now, or as the saying goes, I don’t do this because it is easy, but because I thought it would be easy, I’m betting more people know the drum beat than that bass line.
           If I can’t get the original bass line to sound better, I’ll emulate drums, but that negates my darling bass scales and makes me find “drum” notes. This is a great way to make mistakes on stage. The left hand, after thousands of hours, does not like “wrong” patterns and this song is full of them. Ha, sleepless at midnight, I located two bass tutorials attempting what I just described as mistakes. At least they tried. There is a trick to making descending scales sound smooth on bass, but they must not teach it right a guitar school.

ADDENDUM
           A healing feeling. I awoke (finally) at my standard 5:30AM. I have a tightness across my chest that feels like bones knitting back together. No pain, but a numbness under the surface and an uncomfortable sensitivity to any pressure on the incision. It is a sensation of bones finally settling back into place. I could feel the area adapting and this time it is staying. Couple that with a better sense of taste (I crave cereal more than ever before). What’s this?
           JZ likes jasmine rice, I don’t care for the taste of perfume. Did I mention he is an inattentive food shopper? Good, because he winds up handing me things he doesn’t care for, which is often something I like. And I got a family size box of grape-nuts flakes. Did you know the product contains no grapes or nuts. And that is today’s trivia. I wound up eating a third of it. That was the high point of the morning, folks.

           I learned which hospital tests hurt, and have been calling the worst a “mid-line”. To me, t made sense, since the jab was near the middle of the arm and gave access between external and internal. That, and the staff clearly pronounced it that way. Turns out the correct term in “med-line”, right, medicine line?
           My old back injury as returned, which could be part of the recover process. This was the steroid shots that barely worked, mind you that is all they had to do. The pain is somewhat different after walking for five minutes. JZ has said some of the blood medications could be the source here. Blog rules I must record anything that goes wrong and this means overall.
           At midnight, I sat and listened to the rain. This recovery is taking far longer than anything I experienced in life. Much slower than my original heart troubles of 2003-2010; but those did not involve incisions. It is another difference because without said weakness, I would have a hard time sitting motionless for so many hours/. The healing becomes very perceptible, dozens of small pains that shift around, all seeking an equilibrium that has been drastically upset.

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