Thursday, April 30, 2015
In the early afternoon the fencing guys came to let me know that I had water erupting onto the field, from a point just south of our barn. To my great surprise, the Paradise pressurized irrigation water had been turned on! We weren't expecting it for at least another two weeks. One of the risers on the east/west line about 20' south of our barn had broken, and water was leaking out at a prodigious rate: a 3" line completely open. Just west of our barn, in a slight depression in the field, a small lake had formed. Yikes! I grabbed the valve “key” and took off on my ATV to the valve, which is a couple hundred yards west of our barn. I got it shut off in a jiffy. When that ground has dried out enough for me to dig, I've got a repair job. Dang.
I can't for the life of me imagine how any adult believes that the same government that gave us the DMV, IRS, and innumerable other bloated and ineffective bureaucracies (not to mention Pelosi, Reid, McConnell, Holder, Cunningham, Rahm, De Blasio, etc.) is going to fix anything...
Here's my take. Let's halve the NASA budget – but completely eliminate the manned space program (ISS and the alleged Mars mission). The result would be a vastly increased unmanned space program, with the rough equivalent of 10 James Webb telescope missions a year. The actual science done by NASA would explode, and the crazy expensive government-directed manned space program would be finished.
I should note that I don't believe that's the same thing as saying there will be no manned space program. Instead, I believe that means that if and when someone actually figures out a reason for humans in space, commercial interests (can you say SpaceX?) will get them there. Until that day, let's get our incompetent government out of this business...
In addition to the Americans, thousands and thousands of South Vietnamese were also fleeing – in aircraft of every description, and boats of every size right down to inflatable dinghys. The ships in the flotilla, including mine, picked up large numbers of these refugees from boats. Some ships, especially the carriers, were also accepting the South Vietnamese aircraft. There was no room to store those aircraft, so they were simply pushed over the side. My ship accepted a few helicopters, and every one of them was pushed over the side. I was a member of one of the working parties that dumped those aircraft, just as you see in the photo above (that photo was taken on the USS Okinawa, another ship in the flotilla).
The ships involved, all told, rescued around 25,000 people in just a few days. It was a crazy, chaotic time – frantic, desperate people were everywhere. The ship was full of refugees, all terribly uncertain what their future held for them. The sea was full of boats, some filled with people; others abandoned. Flotsam was everywhere. The skies were full of aircraft, and those aircraft were not being controlled – every pilot was acting independently, and many of them were running low on fuel. There were accidents, and some people died or were injured – but the vast majority of those refugees were rescued successfully. The amount of military gear that went to the bottom of the South China Sea in those few days was simply staggering.
There are many amazing stories from that incident. Here's one that I first read today...
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Louisiana State University .
On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.
The elephant turned to face the man and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned and walked away. Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter could not help wondering if this was the same elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.
Probably wasn't the same elephant.
The changes have been dramatic, almost incredibly so. The Philippines, North Africa, Eastern Africa, South Korea, China, India, Malaysia, Sri Lanka (Ceylon), and many more – all have been transformed from generally impoverished societies into vastly more developed societies. Their citizens are indisputably enormously better off than they were just 20 years earlier.
What accounts for this? Here's the part that drives the progressives and environmentalists crazy, because it's their enemy that has brought so much to these people. It's capitalism. Those countries have embraced different flavors of capitalism, aided by increased freedom of trade. Nothing else can lay claim to the progress that capitalism's incentives brings to human society. Nothing else even comes close. Say that out loud in any gathering and watch the lefties cringe. It's fun!
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
I used just under two gallons of 2,4-D concentrate today, spraying about five acres in total. That's our entire yard, the canal sides, field edges, and highway median strip. The whole job took about seven hours, three tank fillings (for 110 gallons of spray in total), and really very little physical labor. Nice! Most of the spraying I did with the three-nozzle bar sprayer on the back of my rig, which sprays an 8' wide swath. The bits that were so full of trees and shrubs that I couldn't drive the ATV on them, I sprayed with the wand. It's got a 12' hose that I'll probably replace with something longer. Most of the wand spraying I did from the ATV's seat, which felt like the height of spraying laziness. When I was a kid I helped my dad spray in customer's yards. He had a hand-pushed sprayer, heavy as hell, with a gas-powered pump (also heavy!). His sprayer was more powerful than mine, but oh man was it a lot of work. That memory is why my current rig feels lazy :)
The first photo below shows the bottom of the black willow that I cleaned out yesterday. I really need a before-and-after photo set here, but where you can see the trunks of the willow now was completely obscured by deadwood yesterday. Now the only thing blocking view of them are the roses. The middle photo was taken from the same spot, looking toward our house (just west of north). It's a beautiful spring day! The last photo is of a couple of bad dogs that followed me out on our morning walk. I had Mo'i on a leash as well (have to, because he can't hear our commands to come back!), but he wouldn't sit still for the photo...
Thank you, Larry!
I've used quite a few different pruning saws over the years, mainly those purchased at Home Depot or the like. I don't think I ever paid more than about $25 for one of them, and I thought they were fine – but they didn't last long. They either lost their sharpness, or the blade got bent on a push stroke, making the saw unusable. Last year I did a lot of pruning, cleaning up the pines and spruces in the yard of our new house. I went through three Home Depot pruning saws in a week (can you say "Frustrating!"?), and decided to try my dad's favorite brand of all things pruning: Felco. It cost over $50 for the saw above. What did I get for that? Well, first of all, I'm still using that saw, even after lots and lots of pruning last year. It's still sharp. No matter what I've done to it, I haven't managed to bend its blade. Best of all: the sawing effort is noticeably lower with this saw than with any other pruning saw I've owned, though I've no idea why. It's yet another demonstration of the value of a quality tool...
Monday, April 27, 2015
Nope. It's a campaign poster for Teruki Goto, who's running for mayor of Chiyoda, Japan (part of Tokyo). Seriously. No word on how he's doing in the polls...
The video was made in Switzerland, where the builder (Roger Knobel) lives. Mr. Knobel is a well-known model turbojet builder, and a member of the Swiss Scale Jet team...
Paradise, Utah is at latitude 41.57° north, so North Star appears to be about 42° above the horizon. Back in San Diego, subjectively the North Star seemed to be just a bit above the horizon. Partly that was an illusion, as our home there had mountains to the north, raising the apparent horizon above the actual horizon. Here in Paradise there are no mountains to the north and the apparent horizon is the same as the actual horizon. That probably adds 10° or so to the perceived difference in the North Star's height. Here, subjectively, it feels like I need to tilt my head back and look upward to see the North Star. It's a big difference from San Diego.
Of course it's not just the North Star that's shifted – all the constellations have shifted so that north is higher in the sky and south is lower. Some constellations I knew well from San Diego will be hard to see here. Others that are near the North Star are now far easier for me to see; they're high enough to be in dark sky.
Mo'i didn't care about any of these sparkles in the sky, of course. He just reveled in the aromas coming off the moist earth, just starting to dry out after our rainstorm. I could smell the wetted manure on our south field, and some subtler botanical scents. Mo'i was nose down to the ground, wiggling all over the place to drink in deeply of the smells – other dogs, the neighborhood cats, and the rodents (especially voles) that are plaguing our yard right now. All were endlessly fascinating for Mo'i. He didn't want to go back in the house :)
Sunday, April 26, 2015
- It's comfortable. I wore it for 2 and a half hours, and hardly noticed it.
- It's easy to breath. The filters have a large surface area, which means you don't notice any extra effort to take a breath (unlike every other effective particulate mask I've ever tried).
- It's effective. I felt like I was breathing clean mountain air :)
- It works over my glasses. I was worried about this aspect. The customer reviews for it had mixed messages about whether it would work with glasses. I have metal frames and the ear pieces are very small, so I had hope. It works great!
- It works over my beard. Again the reviews had mixed messages. I needn't have worried, as it worked just fine.
- The face plate doesn't fog up. That's because your breath is in a separate passage and doesn't circulate all the moist air in the section where your eyes are. Good design, and effective.
We're in no danger of riots like this out in Paradise. I can only watch and wonder what is happening to my country. And worry a bit, as I have relatives not all that far from Baltimore...
The wood is mahogany, salvaged from a 2 x 4 used to hold the headstock for my lathe, on the pallet it was shipped on. Awfully nice wood to use for that purpose! It's finished with Watco, uncolored. It makes a darned nice handle!
If you're interested in the details of how I made it, with photos, click on the break below...
I took great pleasure yesterday in putting my woodshop to work solving a small construction challenge. The doorway to my upstairs office needs a sloped threshold, so I don't trip every time I enter the office. The challenge comes from the height of the tiled floor above the OBS floor outside: it's just over 1" higher. That's unusually thick for flooring, and commercially available thresholds aren't high enough. The thickness comes from the layer of concrete board underlying the tile, which adds a half inch to the total. On a trip to Home Depot I spotted a nicely milled oak threshold that was 3/4" thick, with two sloped edges, which I bought. Yesterday I used the planer to trim that down to 17/32" thick, then ripped it on the table saw into two strips, one wider than the other. I then glued the two strips together to make one nicely sloped threshold, 1 1/16" thick – perfect!
I also rough-turned a bowl from a spalted maple blank that I bought online. This blank was supposed to be kiln-dried, and I think it actually was – but there was a vein of wood in it that was soaking wet. When my turning tool bit into it, water sprayed everywhere. I turned it very roughly and now I've set it out to dry. I don't know how well that will turn out...
Later in the day my neighbor (Alan L.) came over to help me with some old umbrella patio tables and stacking chairs inherited from the previous owner of our home, but that we don't want. They're kind of nasty from being left outside for some unknown number of years, and Debbie and I are not exactly the kind of party animal that needs 24 stacking lawn chairs :) Alan and his wife are going to make a weekend project out of it, wire-brushing the steel frames, put some new spray paint on them, and then put them to use. They're not party animals either – but they have five kids (and a sixth on the way), and a circle of nearby close relatives that numbers in the dozens. These provincial Mormons tend to have big families – five to eight kids is not at all unusual. It's common for them to have 15 or 20 people over for some sort of gathering – anything from homeschooling to a family lunch. They can put those chairs and tables to good use.
After we got done with the patio furniture, Alan casually asked me what I was doing down on the south part of our property. He'd seen me out there with my tractor and ATV, and was curious. So I told him about my grand deadwood clearing project, and the subsequently planned weed removal, planting, and barbed-wire fence removal projects. He looked at me, surprised, and asked how long I thought all that would take. I said two or three years of intermittent work – and he said “That would make a great service project!”
What the heck is a service project? It turns out that the young men's and young women's organizations within each Mormon church's ward actively seek out ways for them to help their ward members and neighbors (Mormon or not, and, apparently, crazy or not). They have a shortage of these projects, and the ward members are all actively looking for opportunities. Alan said this was the perfect sort of project: lots of hard physical work, no particular skills required, and no expense (other than some gas for chain saws) involved. I'm not allowed to pay them, but I am allowed (though not required) to supply things like the chain saw gas, and perhaps some tools. I suspect nobody would object if we fed the people doing the work, either :) Alan called his bishop yesterday, and they're already working to organize it. They're planning a two-phase approach: first phase is barbed-wired fence removal, sometime in the next few weeks. Second phase is the really hard work of deadwood and brush removal, sometime in late May. Hordes of young Mormons are going to descend on our property and put their muscles to work. It feels a bit like an unstoppable force at this point.
I love this place!
As I was writing this post, I heard something quite unexpected: a drip of water onto the floor just a few feet behind my chair. A leak! Dang! Our brandy-new steel roof has a leak. I poked into the attic with a flashlight, saw nothing. Went outside and looked over the spot where water is entering the room, and saw no penetrations through the roof. Higher on the roof above that spot, though, is the chimney – so I suspect there's a small leak around that. I texted the fellow (Steve M.) who did my roof. I figured texting at 7 am on Sunday morning was more polite than phoning. I told him about the leak. He immediately responded, offering to come over today if the problem was bad enough. It's not an emergency, and any permanent damage there might be would already have occurred, so I told him to wait until tomorrow, when the rain's stopped. He'll be here first thing tomorrow morning.
I love this place!
I nearly lost my morning tea :)
The Urban Dictionary defines thronesniffer as:
one who is excessively servile in a self-degrading way to anyone perceived to have powerPerfect.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Our south field changed quite dramatically overnight. The little two-leaf alfalfa sprouts roughly doubled in density (plants per square foot), but the real change was the co-planted grass. That wasn't even above ground as of yesterday afternoon, but this morning there are lots of 2" high grass stalks, and there are a few topping 3". The entire field now has a tinge of green, and I'll bet by the end of the day that's changed visibly. Our north field now has been thoroughly watered, with perfect timing for the newly planted seed.
Things are looking up from a botanical perspective :)
The past couple of weeks, he seems to be drinking (and urinating) less often. We have no idea why, but we're not complaining – because now he isn't barking to wake us up before we would normally get up (around 4 am, most mornings). That's quite ok by us :)
Otherwise, for a 16 year old dog with cancer he's doing really well. He can still walk just fine (though the stairs present a more serious challenge these days). He's walking around a half mile a day, on three separate walks. With his hearing completely gone and his vision pretty much shot, you might think he'd not get much from the walk – but his nose seems to be working just fine, and he explores the world with that. Yesterday during one walk he met up with our neighbor's dog (Annie), and that nose of his was working overtime – he smelled her carefully and deeply from head to toe, while Annie stood perfectly still to let him. His tail was going a mile a minute the whole time...
The cancer in his muzzle was supposed to have overwhelmed him by about six months ago. That was the assessment of a veterinary oncologist early last year. Later in the year, the oncologist could see no particular growth. We have no explanation, but his cancer doesn't seem to be expanding at all – we can see no change. He has a couple of fatty tumors, non-malignant, that are growing – but those aren't life-threatening.
So Mo'i just keeps right on trucking, a little bit more slow-mo than before, but still hanging in there...
Two little old ladies, Connie & Evelyn, were sitting on a park bench outside the local town hall where a flower show was in progress.
The short one, Connie, leaned over and said, 'Life is so boring. We never have any fun anymore. For $10 I'd take my clothes off and streak through that stupid, boring flower show!'
'You're on!' said Evelyn, holding up a $10 bill.
So Connie slowly fumbled her way out of her clothes. She grabbed a dried flower from a nearby display and held it between her teeth. Then, completely naked, streaked (as fast as an old lady can) through the front door of the flower show.
Waiting outside, her friend soon heard a huge commotion inside the hall, followed by loud applause and shrill whistling.
Finally, the smiling Connie came through the exit door surrounded by a cheering, clapping crowd.
'What happened?' asked Evelyn.
'I won $1,000 as 1st prize for 'Best Dried Arrangement!'
Friday, April 24, 2015
Today I worked for a while clearing brush again, down in the southeastern corner of our property. We've got a couple of 50'+ black willows there that haven't been taken care of for at least 20 years. Those things have branches that break easily, so the trees are full of broken branches – some of them 8" or so in diameter! We had rain come in, though, and that put a stop to my work outside.
I also installed the oak handrail on the stairway between the first and second floors in the barn. I've been putting coats of polyurethane on the railing for the past week, one coat a day (top and bottom separately). The handrail looks great and it's strong as all get out. I'm glad to have it there.
The past few days, as it started to get warm, I noticed that the second floor of the barn has been getting mighty warm. If it's warm now, just think what it will be like in the summer! There's no ventilation up there now, so I've ordered a gable-mounted attic fan that's solar powered. It comes with a fairly large (50 watt) roof-mounted solar panel. That will be an interesting job :)
The field south of our house was planted in alfalfa about 10 days ago, and it's just starting to sprout. The field north of our house was planted with an alfalfa/grass mix just yesterday. In both cases the farmers are praying for rain in the storm that's just started wetting us down. We've gotten very little so far, but the forecast (over the next three days) is calling for close to an inch...
Russia is the funniest country in the world. Some countries, like America and England, are funny mostly on purpose, while others, like Germany and France, can be funny only unintentionally. (But that counts! Being funny is tricky, so any way you do it counts.) Russia, however, is funny both intentionally (Gogol, Zoshchenko, Bulgakov) and unintentionally (Vladimir Putin singing, as he did at a televised event a few years ago, “I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill”). Given the disaster Russian history has been more or less continuously for the last five centuries, its humor is of the darkest, most extreme kind. Russian humor is to ordinary humor what backwoods fundamentalist poisonous snake handling is to a petting zoo. Russian humor is slapstick, only you actually die.
- Mexican tap water
- A rattlesnake with a "pet me" sign
- OJ Simpson showing me his knife collection
- A fart when I have diarrhea
- An elevator ride with Ray Rice
- Taking pills offered by Bill Cosby
- Michael Jackson's Doctor
- An Obama Nuclear deal with Iran
- A Palestinian on a motorcycle
- Gas station sushi
- A Jimmy Carter economic plan
- Brian Williams news reports
- Loch Ness monster sightings
- Prayers for peace from Al Sharpton
- Bill Clinton interviewing for an intern
- Obama's economic policies
- Eric Holder's prosecutorial judgment
- Harry Reid's trustworthiness
- Nancy Pelosi's bipartisanship
- Greek bonds
- New York Times' editorials
- Iranian nuclear development
- Putin's intentions
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
But to answer my own question: no, we don't need magical assistance. All we need to do is to elect liberty-loving, honest politicians. Which is apparently impossible in the U.S. of 2015. So maybe we do need magical assistance...
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Great company, lots of entertaining stories (ask Dee about her dad, if you know her!), and delicious food. As I told Doug last night, that's a hard combination to beat!
Weird sighting there (by Debbie): at a table near us, a young man was seated. On his belt he wore a hanger that held a role of duct tape. On his chair back was a sort of backpack, with lots of small spring clamps and clothes pins attached to it, along with a walkie-talkie, a pair of screwdrivers, a pair of pliers, a ball of string, and a few other things we couldn't identify. We couldn't figure out what that collection of stuff might be for, and I forgot to ask him on the way out, as I'd intended. Any ideas?
Monday, April 20, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
The work we did today involved a large cottonwood branch (about 18" diameter) that had cracked and fallen across the canal, extending about 40' into the edge of our lawn. It looks like this happened at least 10 years ago, as there were substantial new branches off the big branch that clearly grew out after the big branch fell. However, the big branch was slowly but surely making its way toward the ground, as the now-dead branches propping it up died and rotted. Another couple of years and I'd have this big log right on the lawn.
Stihl MS 461 R. I'd only used it once before, almost a year ago, when Debbie was up here for a visit (she was my safety person). Today I broke it out, topped off all the fluid levels, and tried to start it. On the fourth pull, it fired up – very nice. Then I took it out to the broken limb, climbed into all my safety gear (helmet, face shield, ear protectors, Kevlar gloves and chaps) and went to work. In very short order I had that entire 40' long branch cut to bits, along with all the big branches from it. Compared with chainsaws I've used in the past, this one is both light and powerful, and the controls are simple and obvious. It's so light that working with my arms straight out or even elevated is not a problem. The anti-kickback brake is completely unobtrusive, but still works great. The rocker claws make cutting big logs very easy. It's a sweet machine, even better than the Husqvarna chainsaw I had in Jamul.
Unfortunately for me, once I that monster branch all cut up, I had to load it on the tractor and haul it to my log pile. That was a bunch of work, and now I'm feeling it in all my muscles :)
Watching this video gave me an idea. What if ... political candidates were required to fly a challenging course (like the one shown in this video) in a wingsuit? Would that not simultaneously (a) reduce the number of empty suit candidates, and (b) reduce the number of candidates that survive until election? Not a bad thing, right?
Seeing this brings to mind once again the amazing reduction in the lethality (for Americans) of war over the past couple hundred years. The Vietnam war was ongoing in my youth, and I served (not in combat, thank goodness) in the Navy at the end of it. I knew several people who died in Vietnam; mainly fellow high school students. In WWII, the big war of my parents' generation, over 400,000 Americans died. That's almost eight times the number of dead as in Vietnam, and remember that America's population grew by leaps and bounds between WWII and Vietnam, so proportionally it's an even bigger jump. Now in the War on Terror (including the Iraq War and the Afghanistan War), total American deaths are around 6,700 – a fraction of those in the Vietnam War, and again, America's population has grown significantly between the Vietnam War and the War on Terror. I didn't know anyone personally who died in the War on Terror, though I do know a few people who lost family members.
The cost in American blood of a war is falling fast. I have mixed reactions to that. On the one hand, I can't help but celebrate the fact that fewer Americans are killed in wars. On the other hand, the lower cost makes it easier (politically) to start a war...
I think the proclivity for this sort of thing is baked into our criminal justice system. The law enforcement folks have a very large incentive to get a conviction. They (quite naturally) often develop a belief about the guilt of a suspect. But to get a conviction, they have to provide convincing evidence – and something like hair analysis, with its veneer of scientific underpinnings, sounds good to a jury...
Saturday, April 18, 2015
...to see all the cool articles and news segments for "Wil Can Fly"! We are so excited that his message is reaching so many people. We have had people from China, India, and Israel comment on how this message has touched their hearts. So amazing that this little 18-month old has touched so many people!As of this morning, their Kickstarter project has reached $3,481 of their $12,500 goal – and they're halfway through the signup period...
Love you all, Nikki
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Oh and the Today show and CNN contacted Alan today about doing something.....freaking awesome!
Friday, April 17, 2015
My builder made a couple of doors designed to open like a clam shell. They sit in a frame, and weigh about 30 pounds apiece (they're made of steel-faced foam). I installed big strap hinges on them, and an eye-bolt connected to a rope, pulley, and cleat system that lets me easily open and secure the hatch doors. Then I installed a half-ton electric hoist above the center of the hatch, with a 4x6 spreader to share the hoist's load across six trusses. The last step, just completed, was to wire the hoist into my second floor electrical subpanel. I made a test run with a load of about 500 pounds – worked great!
Left-to-right below: the hatches opened wide, a close up of the hoist, and the hatches closed.
Two fun things: first, in the morning I picked up our Honda Rincon ATV (just like the one at right). This is a model intended for use by farmers and ranchers, part of Honda's utility series (as opposed to the sport series that are designed for trails). There are basically two ways to use one of these (other than just personal transportation): you either tow things (like a trailer or sprayer), or you mount things on the front (like a snow blade). I'm planning to tow a trailer (mainly for brush as I prune) and a sprayer (for the lawn). Given that such uses are the design use for the vehicle, I was really surprised that a trailer hitch was an optional accessory. Really, Honda? Sheesh. I have one on order, along with a 12V outlet so I can plug my sprayer pump in. It's a very nice little vehicle, though. Starts instantly, thanks to an electric starter and a fuel-injected engine. I was a bit surprised how fast these things go. I got a farmer's license, so I'm allowed on the county roads with it – that actually might come in handy on a really snowy day; I can get to the post office and the market even before the roads are plowed, or if there's ice.
The other fun thing was dinner – we met up with a couple of friends (Bruce & June N.) and went to Maddox Ranch House just south of Brigham City. Several locals have told us that if we had a hankering for beef, that was the place to go. They have a few other things as well, such as bison, some very conventional seafood, and chicken – but beef is definitely the main theme on the menu. I had an excellent T-bone steak, cooked rare just as I like it (and very hard to get in California!). Debbie had a rib eye, and she said is was perfectly cooked. We both had a nice cream of chicken soup, and birch beer (real!) to drink. They had an entire menu of luscious looking fruit pies, but we were so full that wasn't even a possibility. An evening of good food and good company...
I also got Debbie's exercise bar finished and mounted. This is just a 6' long piece of hemlock stair railing (2" round) mounted level on the wall. I bought raw milled hemlock, sanded it, and finished it with just clear coat. It's mounted to the wall with cast aluminum rail hangers, finished to look like wrought iron. They trick your brain into thinking they're heavy (because they really do look like wrought iron!), but they're actually quite light...
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Fun knuckle-cracking facts... It's not just your finger joints that can be cracked – some people can crack their toes, too. And did you know that there are (at least) three different parts of your finger joints that can be cracked? Some people can crack all three on the same fingers...
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
The IRS has returned the Tax Return to a man in New York CityWho indeed?
after he apparently answered one of the questions incorrectly.
In response to the question,... "Do you have anyone dependent on you ?" the man wrote: "2.1 million illegal immigrants, 1.1 million crackheads, 4.4 million unemployable scroungers, 80,000 criminals in over 85 prisons plus 450 idiots in Congress and a group that call themselves Politicians".
The IRS stated that the response he gave was unacceptable.
The man's response back to the IRS was, ... " Who did I leave out?"