One year ago today: June 20, 2025, hand-picked.
Five years ago today: June 20, 2021, around $14,000 each.
Nine years ago today: June 20, 2017, early stain exploring.
Random years ago today: June 20, 2010, yeah, potatoes.
Why is this day marked on my calendar with no notes? This and other great mysteries for today. Check the news, Tennessee has passed a Castle Law, you get to shoot people who don’t respect your life and property. It says here the global market for mirrors is $122 billion per year. No comment. More posts on-line about living in Thailand, although it really isn’t there anymore. I have not been there since around 1986, but the signs of international decay were already rife in every city. Men who consider consorting with prostitutes as normal will always be a majority. Most of them don’t really have any choice if they want variety.
Too busy to start that project, I have some potential news. I knew there was a reason the people across the way could afford to mess around with that house for a year—I heard them arguing today. She does not want to move it, and that is that. Ain’t nobody that rich around here so I asked the neighbor. Seems the whole area knew, but then again, I’ve spend three of the past six months kind of in isolation.
Trump is now purposely teasing the Democrats and they are reacting like brats. One of their number has been arrested for polluting the reflecting pool. I had talk radio in the shed half the day and most radio is still left-wing. As in Israeli attack headlines but no mention it was in retaliation for a rocket attack. The Iranians are up to their old trick, signing peace treaties up front and funding terrorists out back.
It looks like somebody is finally addressing the problem of illegals on welfare, in this case, Section 8 housing. No more leaving the citizenship line blank and collecting. I hope million get kicked off, I’ve been waiting a lifetime for that.
Navajo mental hospital.
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A light cloud cover cooled it enough to get me out in the shed, where I didn’t really build boxes. I more improved, repaired, and put lids on boxes. Still wondering what happened to my green paint, I stayed in the shed until 5:00PM. I was not ambitious, rather caught in a downpour we all knew was coming. This also means I went without coffee all afternoon, so stay alert for flying objects. Oh, and I ran a load of laundry with another problem. That burnt caramel “hospital” niff remains. I don’t mind socks and underwear, but this time I unwittingly put my favorite red shirt in the hamper. Dang, I was going to wear that tonight .
Not shown is the relative ease these lids can be applied to existing boxes. But the hardware remains a real time-consumer. It [installation] can take as long as build the whole unit to custom-fit each hinge set, in this case these are strap hinges. That is, supposedly one of the easiest installs.
On-line is no help, as most of them say the first step is to lay out the hinges and mark the positions—duh. There is also another picture, this shows two partial cuts with my fancy battery jig saw. Problem, the reason you see this is because both my 20V batteries seem to either not like that saw, or are not holding a charge. I suspect the tool, as the batteries die after the short cuts you see here, yet have been recharged only 66 and 140 times (out of a projected lifespan of 400 to 500) each respectively. And a replacement set is now $150.
Finally, I get to hear Jack, the new guitar player who is a popular hit in the place. How could he get in so well and so fast and a dozen other questions, like why have I never heard of the guy? I have a lot of answers, but let me go grab a coffee, you see, it is already tomorrow morning. You can jump around with time lines like that when you own the blog, type of thing. Who is the guy? We don’t know, turns out he just moved to town three months ago.
He is in the same style as Ray-B, who has disappeared since he got the new girlfriend, what, eight months ago already? He strums excellently and is precisely the type of guitarist I am looking for—except I need somebody not quite keen enough to solo, or they will go do that. I noticed his material was about half obscure tunes. So I waited for a break and talked to the guy for around four minutes. Plenty of time.
He is self-taught and very interested in forming a band—he means a full band. His presentation was getting weaker toward the end, which happens when you run short of material. It would appear my background is something he knows is musically useful. I picked up on this and gave him my contact info, which he enthusiastically said he would call. I do not give phone numbers just like that, so we’ll see. Always leave it up to the guitarist to initiate contact.
Of the tunes I recognized, I’ve played every one of them from “Stand By Me” to “Tight-Fittin’ Jeans”. He knows a drummer (who doesn’t) and listened closely when I described that I did all homework on my own time and yes, since he asked, I would learn enough tunes to stand in with him for a set. Move fast, before the Florida rot corrupts his act.
ADDENDUM
The fun comment section today concerns the news half-story about a car that crashed into a house, upon which the homeowner shot the driver dead. I definitely side with the owner on that one. Rumors abound they were neighbors in a dispute, a case of lost control, or medical conditions—all missing the other side of the story which is the possible motive. Anyway, here are some of my favorite replies:
√ It’s like the damn apocalypse out here nowThere is a huge margin for misinterpretation here. But if there was mitigating factors, the media neglected to mention so—but they had plenty of time to point out the dead guy was a grandfather. My stance has little to do with this affair, rather that the rate at which Americans “lose control” of their vehicles is phenomenal compared to other countries, Right there something hugely funny is going on. Then add to that how they manage to broadside people’s houses, the odd are staggering. I’d sooner believe a California vote-count.
√ That was quick justice.
√ It's weird and missing important elements.
√ You may not drive into people's houses without repercussions fool
√ I will reconsider crashing through houses with my car. I had no idea it was dangerous.
√ The guy was a little but upset about having a car driven into his living room. I don't blame him.
√ Fake news withholding information about the ramming.
√ Someone drives a car into my house they're definitely getting Glocked.
√ You can’t park here.
√ He got what he deserved. Why drive like that,
√ The media trying to cover up the attempted murder by the driver.
√ No one is illegal in a stolen living room
And get a load of Biden playing the dementia card. He’s appearing at selected events where Jill leaves him alone to go into his lost act. Biden knows what’s coming and he’s worried. The old maxim of accusing your enemy of what you are doing has been evoked by the Hildebeest. America loves it when Democrats get caught in their own trap. Her plan was always to orchestrate public violence, label it insurrection, and declare martial law. Well, now she is claiming she feels locked in her own house and it is Trump seeking the New World Order.
