One year ago today: July 16, 2025, increasingly brittle.
Five years ago today: July 16, 2021, 107,000 they say.
Nine years ago today: July 16, 2017, cloth-wrapped.
Random years ago today: July 16, 2009, not a heat wave.
Surprise, I worked this morning until I got winded. It’s past 1:00PM and I was out there through the entire morning rain. It kept it cool enough and I had boxes to build. Who would have thought I would be overtaken by the urge to build boxes so late in life? I was in the neighbor’s barn trying to get his saw to cut an exact angle, but like my own, it is always slightly off. It was moving the lumber around that I noticed I was going borderline aerobic. I backed off quickly, but for a brief moment, folks, I was there.
This is my best small box design Note the thickness of the container, you can’t really buy anything like this easily. This case is for my handheld microscopes. It is proportionately golden ratio but can easily be adapted to any size up to a foot square.
Howie came over to check I got the storm warning. These are also called tropical depressions and they can form in an hour over the Gulf (of America). Good, I was using the overcast to work and I wound up disappointed. The boxes with lids are built solid and then sliced open. The problem is that cut must be perfectly vertical and none or the saws I have has that precision. Today, I tried clamping a sled to the neighbor’s saw, the best of the lot. Nope. I will research methods for this must be a common problem.
That fooled me, it wasn’t the storm. I canceled a shopping trip to stay indoors. The storm never happened, but this blog got a bloom. And unexpected surge of views. Let’s take a peek who’s active. Brazil? Hello, land of Rio, what brings you here? My movie links? Lots of hits on my post of July 22, 2012. Don’t ask me, it seems to have been an ordinary day.
I tried another trip downtown and got ten blocks to hit solid rain. So I turned around and went shopping locally. The rain stopped. Hmmm, it seems something does not want me downtown today. Let me check silver prices. Fifty-five bucks, so that isn’t it. The sky and the Internet are messing with me. There is something I should record related to this morning’s exertion over the lumber. I got half-way back to the van with my grocery bags and it got me. Draining fatigue, like was common two months ago. The good news is it was hours later and merely sitting down proved restful enough.
Non-seashore Hawaii scenery.
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So I sat down at the old club and talked with Josh. I did not know he was a surfer. I’ve never tried, just watched. I can see the board is falling almost straight down that wave. You can have that. I was doing some calculations and I may be able to scrape together enough bucks to make a difference in Tennessee, but folks, it may be over.
Trump went on about what most Americans already knew in their hearts. There is no way queers, convicts, haters, misfits and commies ever won a fair election in this country. They were never more that a minority using he media to pretend they were more. And appointing the dead senator’s sister in his place may finally show the American people how useless the position has become when anybody can fill the position.
ADDENDUM
Ignore this if hospital talk bothers you. The chest incision heals like nothing I’ve experienced. There was some form of internal stitching. They seem to do their job and eventually grow with the skin cells and fall away the same way. Some remain attached to tiny skin cells and these go under the microscope soon as I detect them. Just what you’d expect, ordinary flat skin cells shed by the millions every day. But these have been damaged because they are irregularly shaped. Also, for years I’ve had white chest hairs. The new growth is jet black. It’s probably nothing.
