Oct 23

Ok. I’m Done. Mostly. All The “Gotta Get This Crap Done Cause Summer Is Ending” Jobs Are Done.

So, except for “touch ups” or emergencies I’m pretty much done for the next couple of years. Soon as I replant those two rose bushes for SWMBO. Oh, and move the sycamore trees that have been growing in my raised bed these past 3 years. But then I’m done.

Until it really starts raining. Then I’ll find out how well I actually graded some parts of the path and the main driveway.

Which it finally started doing yesterday. Raining. Which, I hate to say, we really need right about now. Not a lot of rain, yet, but that’ll happen. And it won’t take long for me to get absolutely sick of it. Like 2 days. Maybe.

Did y’all ever know that smart-ass in Junior High that would do things like write about the Fokker airplanes and go out of his way to mention that Mother Fokker would cook dinner for their Fokker kids but not let them eat until Father Fokker came home?

Yeah, that was me.

Let’s see: Friday before last (so, just over a week ago) SWMBO finally found a cat she wanted so we put $100 in gas in the truck and made a 278.5 mile round trip to up near Bellingham to get a Maine-Coon Mix ($200 adoption “donation”). Cat has only 1 eye because of some super-eye infection and it’s right eye had to be removed. SWMBO asked me what I would name a one-eyed cat? So, (Best Pirate voice please) Eye Matey joined our family. Although we mostly just call him Matey.

And Wiz (our Dog) has been in a jealous snit since. Luckily, in just over a week, he’s kinda sorta settled down and only butts in when you just look at the cat. At least he’s down to growling only if he thinks that big, hulking, menacing, affection stealing POS 3.2lb hunk of feline is going to steal the rawhide bone he’s chewing on. Or (horrors!) sniff his food bowl. But we can leave them both together if/when we need to made a run to the store or Date Day. Wiz hasn’t eaten Matey yet. Yet.

I have my doubts about the “Maine Coon mix” claim for this cat. ALL The Maine Coon Cat factories we talked with were adamant that 1) you be a GOOD home (as defined by the moral, religious, and political beliefs of the interviewer), and 2) All Maine Coon Cats WILL BE “fixed” before leaving the factory. Part of the “adoption” costs. So how does one get a Maine Coon Mix? Rogue Maine Coon Cat Mix Breeders? Did someone fix a “fixed” cat? Spontaneous re-fix-iation? It’s a mystery to not be investigated by me. Was just wondering.

Matey’s paws may be a little big for a kitten his size; but he still looks like a run-of-the-mill tabby to me. Time will tell. Important thing is SWMBO finally got her a cat. She IS a “cat person” and future “Cat Lady.” Me? I’m just happy “they” already box-trained the thing and it is adamant about using it.

Otherwise pretty much SSDD around here. Cold enough that I needed gloves on our walk this morning.

Trying to figure out where to park my truck outside so I can park the tractor (and rider mower) in the garage that I’m trying to convert into a wood shop so that I can use the tractor to make a way out if/when it snows enough to need it. Also starting my “Winter” projects cause I don’t want to sit and watch tv/movies all day. (Which I can’t do even if I’m “laid up” or sick anyway.)

Ran some butter through the freeze dryer last week. Learned that you REALLY don’t want to run butter through the freeze dryer. Got all over everything (everything) and took half an hour and two pails of hot water to clean it up. So, gotta find another way to store butter long term. Otherwise the thing is working well and I need more shelves in the basement.

Fun to experiment though. At least the Salisbury Steaks turned out well.

Got a new (to me) 2-meter/440 antenna that I need to put on my tower to replace the 2-meter only antenna I’ve been using. Helped the guys put up a new antenna at our repeater site last week. By “help” I mean I stayed out of the damned way and passed tools/water up the rope to the guys actually doing the work. I know my place and my abilities.

So, hopefully, I’ll “see” y’all on the air!

#LGBFJB

Oct 18

Are Y’all Paying Attention? Boston University researchers claim to have developed new, more lethal COVID strain in lab

Read that headline again. It says:

Boston University researchers claim to have developed new, more lethal COVID strain in lab

And now it’s 80% lethal. If this doesn’t scare the shit out of you then you are not alive or are still living in your parents basement. Holy Fuck! These “researchers” should be dragged into the street and run over with a bus. Twice. Three times just to be sure. Who in their right fucking minds would do something like that? Fuck.

I’m betting it’ll be “accidentally” released into the general population (probably in Chicago) by election time. Any takers? Y’all ready for mail-in voting again?

So we’re making an “extra” trip to The Chef’s Store in Bremerton and stocking up on meat and veggies to run through the freeze dryer. Just in case. And when this all starts I’m probably going to drop trees all around my property and not let anyone in. We can survive here for years even without city power.

Dipshits.

Oct 07

If I’m Ever In An Accident And Become The Featured Vegetable At Dinner: Just Unplug Me And Let Me Go. Oh, and #FJB

Turns out the USDA really wants me to “register” my garden so they can put it on a map and something something something and climate change and equity. What they really want is my address so they can confiscate my veggies when they want and give it to someone that was too lazy to grow their own. NOT HAPPENING! “People’s Garden” sounds a little too much like communism for my taste. But that might be the Ol’ Southern in me. Since I’ve switched to hydroponics, and can run the grow lights off batteries and solar, “they” can double kiss my ass. Add that to your National Registry of gardens.

A great OLD saying we had in the Navy was: Piss Poor Management On Your Part Does Not Constitute An Emergency On My Part. I still believe the same whatever the situation is. I’m refusing to participate in your drama.

I may still keep a small outside garden for appearances sake; but not anything I’d count on to really feed us. Grow just enough to be stolen but not enough to get killed over. Y’all laugh, but, any Government that will kill you over money (taxes) will kill you over food when their time is right.

Anywho, not a whole bunch going on around here. Still trying to get things done outside while the Wx is nice. And it is nice. Almost scary nice. Looks like it’s going to last another week too. Usually by now it’s raining a lot. And cold.

SWMBO talked me into going to our favorite teriyaki place last Date Day. The chicken I had was just awful. Tough. Stringy. Tasted good but damned near UN-chewable. AND I got the shits and nausea Saturday. All in all was not a great day.

She turned her car in to the mechanic last Monday and I wound up running her all over the County trying to get things done for her friends. She will not drive my truck. Not even on long trips. Won’t really tell me why either. So that was my world Monday to today (Thursday). Well, it does get me time with her.

Watching a lot of Raspberry Pi projects on YouTube. Not that you can get a Raspberry Pi anywhere. Down to my last 4 that I’m not really using at this time so I gotta be particular about what projects I decide to do. Did get my Radio Pi up and running and doing all the digital modes. I need to get back into doing more Ham stuff!

Speaking of which, a Ham friend came over yesterday cause he’s been having problems for weeks getting his Pi and radio to recognize and use his new Signalink sound card. We played with it for a couple of hours over here and he left with everything working. Happy camper and thinks I might actually know what I’m doing. We were having a lot of trouble getting Hamlib to connect and control his radio until I noticed a USB port on the back of it (the radio) and plugged a USB cable into the darned thing and the Pi. That worked. Now he’s got control and can do all the digital modes. So, cool!

Took SWMBO to the Genealogy Library for a shift today and I made the rounds of Habitat, Walmart, Goodwill and spent ONLY $100. Or so. Forgot that I had ordered the complete series “Bones” (delivered today as a matter of fact) and bought seasons 1-6 at Walmart. Senior Moment! God, I hate those. Luckily I can return it next time we go there. Also bought 500 (or so) feet of RG6 wire I thought might be good for antenna stuff. One of my Extra (Ham) friends says no though. Still gonna try it.

Cause I’m made that way.

Sep 28

When You Make Me An APPOINTMENT For A Specific Time, I EXPECT To Be In My Appointment At That Specific Time. That’s Why It’s An APPOINTMENT And Not A Walk-In.

Had the appointment with my Cardiologist yesterday. Hegerwald. Walked away from that one pissed.
Busted my ass in traffic to get to the appointment by 1415 (would have made it except for getting stuck behind the logging truck that refused to go over 15 mph UNDER the speed limit so I arrived at 1418) for a 1430 appointment. Checked in then wait, wait, wait, wait, finally got in to about 1445. Still almost 20 minutes earlier than how long I waited the last time.
Assistant takes me in to the exam room and takes my vitals. That’s 2 minutes. She leaves and in less than 30 seconds the Doc comes in. Great!
Pleasantries. Pleasantries. Reading the results from my last series of tests done last January he’s holding in his hands. Heart action fine. Heart strength fine. Everything looks good; any questions?
Yeah, why does my heart occasionally feels like it fibrillating and speed up for a few seconds?
Oh, that can happen and is really nothing to worry about. Any chest pains?
Only when I over exert myself.
Really? When was your last chemical stress test?
(Pointing to his hands holding the results from my last stress test) Last January.
Oh. Well. You’re heart is good. Make an appointment with me in 6 months.
Wait. That’s it? You could have told me this over the phone.
OH, I like face-to-face to answer any questions or concerns.
Really? Well, Doc, I enjoy busting my ass in traffic on a 2-hour 80 mile round trip when we could have called or zoomed test results that I should have had last January. Especially since it’s good news.
He left. I left. Nine minutes total in the exam room.
It will be a cold day in Hell before I make another appointment with that office.
Watching Ian approach Florida. Hope it all works out for y’all.