One year ago today: May 1, 2025, gumptionless?
Five years ago today: May 1, 2021, a museum-free day.
Nine years ago today: May 1, 2017, cut twice.
Random years ago today: May 1, 1970, the first of many.
Up but not about, today I’m out to locate 5 liters of KIA ATF fluid with a price tag of $80. The price increases this war are different, judging by on-line context. They are not blaming the economy but a certain group. This never ends well. I cannot motivate, so my plan is to build some small boxes if I get back from Winter Haven before noon. Check in on me.
How about the photo of a clock? That is 4:30AM and shows the best general quality of picture I can take for now. Nor was it easy to get even this much, but this is all the camera I can possibly afford. There are just too many eggs in the Tennessee basket and I don’t want to afford anything more. This capture is also a Vivitar but other low-end brands have disappeared in these parts. So much for computers improving the American experience.
Wal*mart lied again. Told me they had the SPM fluid in stock and on the shelves. They had the SPH brand which the manual names as not to use. This lady shopper started talking to me, her grandson is ten and what kind of camera should he have. I steered her away from the printing models that are displayed “in your face” these days. She’s mentioned mainly because for a few moments, we talked politics. Wal*mart had left one TV on a channel that was comparing Trump’s son to Biden’s. That’s a joke, the laptop thing, I’ll summarize the tale in the addendum.
All I got done was mailing some letters and shopping—with a curve. The sheer length of this affair found me buying food that signify my subconscious is preparing to stay at home. It’s subtle but inevitable, right? Everybody slows down, except Arnold. And Taylor. At least I’m not stuck watching free TV, which reminds me, I have an extra DVD setup and I’d like to rig something in the shed.
Oakland Cemetery, Atlanta.
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Nope, today is a write off. Just paying the bills took four hours and half of that I was sleepwalking. I left Winter Haven with six small bags of groceries and got home with five and a half. Small bags so I can carry them and I set one on the stoop to use my key, then left it there as I went to get the last bags from the van. Then I hear this thump. I round the house corner to see the old raccoon making off with a my loaf of bread. Yep, the whole loaf in the bag, and me with my new camera still inside on the charger.
Then, the raccoon has the audacity to wash up after in my fancy birdbath. And I’m too whooped to give a damn. I’m reduced to blogging about frying pans and transmission pans while the rest of the world is having a wild party every day. Wait, slap myself, I was ready for this. I just find it easy to forget that I devoted considerable resources to having things to do later in life. Now I remember, on the way home I took Hwy 60 and stopped at the lumber place for fence pickets. See, the excitement level is picking up already. I sorted out five choice pieces and five extras, which I will expand upon.
Our box-making has entered a small form-factor phase. I found making dividers not as wise as making smaller boxes to fit inside the Z-box design. But, I don’t have a nice pattern worked out yet. At the lumberyard, a lift of the pickets has an unusually weathered side, some having a reddish tinge. The crew let me sift through and pick the ten best. The pickets are out in the Hundy until I get mobile. Could be any moment now, just not likely.
ADDENDUM
Old Hunter left his laptop at the repair shop and it contained a bunch of porno. But that is not the reason for the scandal. The FBI/CIA had the laptop long before the media picked up the story in early 2019. Somebody sent a copy to a New York reporter, and this is where things get messy. Most Americans are inured to porn, but the files also contained details of Joe’s dirty overseas dealings. And all this had been in the FBIs hands for quite some time.
The reporter published information on Facebook, probably expecting a Pulitzer. Instead, in less than two weeks, her stories were scrubbed. She would have known only the FBI could pull a stunt like that. But before anybody could begin to howl, along came the diversion of the decade: the COVID hoax. By the time the kickback stories were published or posted, Biden was elected and covering for everybody involved behind the blown up fake epidemic.
The MSM buried the laptop and today it is old news. Post election surveys reveal that a full 70% of voters say if they had known about the contents, it would have affected their decision. And the Feds wonder why nobody trusts them.
