Wednesday, April 26, 2017

A Bit Of Local History (pic)

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I found this mixed in with a bunch of old pictures. I think the bank had sold out to another one and they were asking their customers to promise making payments to the new owner.

The Power of the Dog (a link)


Monday, April 24, 2017

How do you defend yourself against this? (a link)

Bayou Renaissance Man: How do you defend yourself against this?

My Day’s Work – Complete With Photo (Brace Yourself)

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See the outhouse door handle/outbuilding door handle/toolbox handle mounted next to the door? That’s it—my day’s work! Well, okay, about five minute’s worth of work, maybe 10 if you count getting my tools and consulting the missus on the proper height for her usage in making the step up into the house more safely. It’s only the first in what I believe will be a long list of things to make our dotage more favorable to its healthy extension.

I DID go to the doctor this morning for my “six-month check-in so he can collect more money from the state” appointment. I managed to snag an application form for a new handicap tag for my rear-view mirror, and one for my wife, while I was there. Mine runs out in June and she’s never had one. Despite all of her efforts to stay healthy and active, she sometimes has a harder time getting around that I do these days. Of course she’s got a few years on me, so that shouldn’t be a surprise.

I also took her and the pooch on an early evening truck ride in the rain. We splurged and used a coupon at Arby’s for three roast beef sandwiches for $5, one for each of us. Having bought drinks at Burger King and eaten our sandwiches, my wife hand fed the Mighty Dachshund her sandwich while I was visiting the "little room' there.

The little pooch is now sleeping soundly in front of the TV now, since her belly is full. I dutifully watched MASH with the missus for an hour, before typing this up. It’s now time for my nightly call to Mom and then I’ll either see if the missus has found something interesting on the idiot box, do some research online or go upstairs and check for something on TV myself. All in all, it’s been another exciting day on Tick Ridge! © 2017

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sunday, Sunday

The excitement was underwhelming today; we went to the Chinamart on the FAR side of town to pick up what we missed at OURS yesterday. Actually, I DID go next door and wander around at Lowe’s a few minutes after my wife went in Chinamart. There, I got a piece of plastic gutter and a large metal handle like you put on outbuilding doors or tool chests. They wanted $24 for a simple steel strap painted black to use on a house some way, but only $5 for the out-fashioned formed metal handle. SOMEONE should be ashamed of themselves for asking $24 for 14’ of flat steel bar with four little bends in it!

When I got home, I put the dog out and let her drain and dump and then expelled her anal glands. The latter is certainly no fun. I’m sure it was even “funner” in the days before examination gloves, or maybe owners just let their pets suffer, unaware of what the problem was. We then sat on the porch a few minutes until the missus got lonely and wanted us to come in. The pooch was willing, but I chose to stay outside a little longer.

I then glued the end caps on the piece of gutter I’d picked up so I could use it as a long, narrow “dip tank” for treating lath and bean-poles in bleach water or a borax solution. The sealant said that it took 7-14 DAYS to fully set! It sort of makes me wonder if I should put some stainless screws in the end caps to help hold them on. I decided to wait until another time to install the metal handle next to the front door, where we have to take a step up into the house.

Instead of doing anything productive, I sat in the swing again for a while. I can still smell the creosote from my painting on the sawmill frame the other day. It gives me a strange pleasure to see the little frame down in the back yard, only about 50 feet from the back corner of the house. I’ve been forced to pay prices that I consider highway robbery to buy even the littlest board since I quit sawing 20+ years ago. I won’t be putting out any 1000-2000 feet a day with a chainsaw, like I did with my old circle mill, but at least I can cut a few boards for my own use when I want to do so.

There was one of the larger races of woodpeckers drumming on a snag down in the hollow, as I sat in the swing. They’ve been doing that a lot lately. I don’t know if it’s to proclaim territory or attract a mate, but it definitely gets your attention. It has to be one cause or the other, though, for there wouldn’t be any bugs in a snag hard enough to resonate like that. The bugs are in the soft, rotten snags. Years ago, a red-headed woodpecker took to drumming on the downspouts on the farm house where I was raised, so you KNOW he wasn’t drilling for bugs! It’s nice to hear them in the DISTANCE, though. © 2017


Just in case some of you young whippersnappers (& some older ones) didn’t know this. It’s easy to check out, if you don’t believe it. Be sure and show it to your family and friends. They need a little history lesson on what’s what and it doesn’t matter whether you are Democrat or Republican. Facts are Facts.
Social Security Cards up until the 1980s expressly stated the number and card were not to be used for identification purposes.
Since nearly everyone in the United States now has a number, it became convenient to use it anyway and the NOT FOR IDENTIFICATION message was removed.
Franklin Roosevelt, a Democrat, introduced the Social Security (FICA) Program. His promises are in black, with updates in red.
1.) That participation in the Program would be Completely voluntary [No longer voluntary],
2.) That the participants would only have to pay 1% of the first $1,400 of their annual Incomes into the Program [Now 7.65% on the first $90,000, and 15% on the first $90,000 if you’re self-employed],
3.) That the money the participants elected to put into the Program would be deductible from their income for tax purposes each year [No longer tax deductible],
4.) That the money the participants put into the independent ‘Trust Fund’ rather than into the general operating fund, and therefore, would only be used to fund the Social Security Retirement Program, and no other Government program [Under Johnson the money was moved to the General Fund and Spent], and
5.) That the annuity payments to the retirees would never be taxed as income [Under Clinton & Gore up to 85% of your Social Security can be Taxed].
Since many of us have paid into FICA for years and are now receiving a Social Security check every month — and then finding that we are getting taxed on 85% of the money we paid to the Federal government to ‘put away’ — you may be interested in the following:
Q: Which Political Party took Social Security from the independent ‘Trust Fund’ and put it into the general fund so that Congress could spend it?
A: It was Lyndon Johnson and the democratically controlled House and Senate.
Q: Which Political Party eliminated the income tax deduction for Social Security (FICA) withholding?
A: The Democratic Party.
Q: Which Political Party started taxing Social Security annuities?
A: The Democratic Party, with Al Gore casting the ‘tie-breaking’ deciding vote as President of the Senate, while he was Vice President of the US
Q: Which Political Party decided to start giving annuity payments to immigrants?
A: That’s right! Jimmy Carter and the Democratic Party. Immigrants moved into this country, and at age 65, began to receive Social Security payments! The Democratic Party gave these payments to them, even though they never paid a dime into it!
Now, after violating the original contract (FICA), the Democrats turn around and tell you that the Republicans want to take your Social Security away!
And the worst part about it is uninformed citizens believe it! If enough people receive this, maybe a seed of awareness will be planted and maybe changes will evolve. Maybe not, though. Some Democrats are awfully sure of what isn’t so — but it’s worth a try. How many people can YOU send to?
(Found this on Facebook.)

Saturday, April 22, 2017

More Aggravation

It seems that you can't buy a 9/16 dowel rod locally anymore. They must have been deleted in the "one size fits all" mentality of modern moronic marketing magnates. I can order them online from a couple places, but it's simpler to ream out the holes on the old tool handle that I'm repairing to 5/8 inch.


Spreading God's Love: GOD HEARS OUR PRAYER

Why You Need CASH ON HAND (a link)


Friday, April 21, 2017

Not Much Going On

All I got done yesterday, other than entertain the wife and dog, was to creosote part of my sawmill frame. I did get a little porch sitting done lately with the pooch, both by day and by night. I’ve been hearing whippoorwills at night, but no crazy “night-owl” mockingbird – until last night. I don’t know what it is about mockingbirds, but sometimes, they sing day and night.

I picked up some of my meds today at Kroger’s. They used to be completely free; now four are $1 each, one is $1.50 and one is $3. I certainly can’t complain, some folks have to pay thousands of dollars a month. I also went next door to the hardware store to pick up three items. They had one, were out of another, and can’t even get the third one in anymore! When I got back home, I recovered the sawmill frame with a tarp, plus covered the lawn mower. I would have sat on the porch with the pooch for a while, but the neighbor was moving a travel trailer around and I didn’t want him to think I was snooping.

Tomorrow is our main Chinamart day, plus, I have to pick up groceries for Mom. Some weeks, she makes it out herself, this week, she didn’t. Even though I know that Christians aren’t bound by Jewish law, I feel it’s still disrespectful of the Sabbath to be doing business on the day. However, I don’t wish to spend my life arguing, so I go. I hope everyone out there has a nice Sabbath. © 2017


Some guy named “Tim” is saying that he dropped 40 pounds on Jenny Craig. Poor Jenny; that must have HURT!

CIA Admits Russia NOT behind Wiki-leaks (a link)


Judge Jeanine On The O'Reilly Situation (a link)


Personally, I think he may have grounds for one heck of a lawsuit.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Worth The Read

Posted on April 19, 2017 by Ammoland Editor Joe Evans

USA -( On the night of April 18th, 1775, Dr. Joseph Warren, head of the colonials in Boston, was informed that the British Regulars were going to try to seize colonial stores of firearms, gun powder, and also try to capture Patriot Leaders.
He dispatched Paul Revere and William Dawes to sound the “alarm and muster”. Both men had problems. Sybil Ludington, 16-year-old daughter of a Patriot leader, knew that she could get through. She was an excellent horsewoman and lighter than the men.
Besides, she was a woman and less likely to be detained. Sybil and her horse, Star, covered over 40 miles, more than Revere and Dawes.
On April 19, 1775, British Regulars arrived in Lexington, Massachusetts to seize stores of firearms and gunpowder from American Patriots. American Minutemen confronted the British Regulars.
The Americans were ordered to disperse. As they began doing so, a shot was fired and the American Revolution was on. No one can surely say who fired the first shot, as shots were fired earlier that morning at Lexington, leaving eight Americans dead or dying and the British suffering one casualty.
The Regulars then marched on to Concord, Massachusetts, arriving there shortly before noon. However, by this time, the word had spread. They found themselves surrounded by hundreds of Minutemen.
The British regulars retreated 16 miles back to Boston but the Minutemen were waiting behind every tree, rock and fence. The British lost 300 men, while the Minutemen lost less than 100.
Shot Heard Round the World Day (SHRW), a term made universal by Ralph Waldo Emmerson's “Concord Hymn”, has become a national event for gun owners. It is celebrated by gun owners going to a range near them and shooting. If you can't make it today, go to your favorite shooting range this weekend and fire a few rounds.
Every shot you fire is a celebration of freedom! Next year, SHRW Day will be the first weekend after April 19th (April 21st and 22nd, 2018). While April 19th is the actual day, it is easier for people to get to the range on weekends.
We are the sons and daughters of these men and women who stood up to the most powerful nation on earth in 1775. Let us not forget their sacrifice and the sacrifices of all those who fought to preserve our freedom since.

Pretty In Pink (pic)

This is the dogwood tree in our front yard. It's somewhere between 8 and 10 feet tall and has probably been there 10 years or so. The ground there is pretty much like concrete, from being compacted by logging machinery back in the 70's. Still, I've put a little lime and fertilizer around it in years past, and put some night water around it after it dropped it's leaves last fall. I think this is the fullest it's ever been. My wife is very pleased with it and I thought a few of my readers might enjoy seeing it.

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Incidentally, if you think night water has no value, please note the row of dark green grass in the following photo. The ground is hard and poor there. but I put a gallon of night water about every two feet, in a row about 40 feet long. You can't judge the length from the angle of the photo, but you can see the effect.


How Amazon Is Dismantling Retail (a link)


I always try to buy local, myself.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Harry Has Some Good Memes And A Pathetic Troll (a link)




Doolittle and Dunn

I didn’t get anything done today, except cash my check, divvy it out into envelopes for the budget, buy a couple small things I needed to mount a hand-hold on the porch post for my fall-prone missus and take a snooze while she wandered around Chinamart. I noticed a small clump of Philadelphia Fleabane blooming in the hard ground at the edge of the driveway when I got home. Maybe I should move it to better soil.

The other day, I told my wife to save the tops of the beets she bought and I’d eat them for greens (I don’t care for beets themselves). Today, she cooked them for me (stems and all) and I ate them with salted butter. They were mild and not the least bit bitter like wild greens, but had a different flavor than I was used to tasting in greens. I would eat them again, though I have to wonder about chemicals applied by the farmer. Wild greens still have the advantage THERE!

Today’s title is in honor of a distant neighbor who used to be a self-employed building contractor who sometimes joked about that being the name of his little company. © 2017

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Potted Beef In The 18th Century (a link)

A Woodsrunner's Diary: Potted Beef In The 18th Century

The Age Of Adjustments

That’s the age my wife and I are now, since we have to make adjustments because we can’t do things the way we used to. I use a cane, not because I constantly need it, but because I never know when I will. I may encounter steps to climb, or uneven ground, or my ankle, heel or hip may start giving way (which they do on occasion). My wife NEEDS to use a cane, but is both too stubborn and too proud. Her day may be coming, though.

We both are uneasy on the stairs anymore. Sometimes, we go up them on all fours, like an old bear or a little kid. We currently have no stair railing; I can see that needs to change. Even with a cane, I often lean against the porch post when stepping up, so I can swing my left leg to the side to get it up, rather than depending solely on strength to step up. Both my wife and I have fallen a time or two while stepping up on the porch by having trouble raising our legs high enough, while carrying bags and such.

She fell again today, luckily, not as hard as the last time. I need to mount an old handle from a concrete finisher’s float that I found onto the porch post, so we’ll have something to grab hold of as we step up. Sometime in the next couple weeks, I may try to put a short ramp and a handrail there. Both she and the pooch would benefit. There’s a step from the porch into the house, too, but no room for a ramp. My wife has fallen a couple times there, also. I have another old float if I can find it, but I could also use a big metal handle like you can buy from the hardware store to put on outbuilding doors.

It’s no fun getting old and less mobile. My wife’s problem is probably just age, as she’s several years my senior. My troubles began with bursitis in both hips and worsened after my heart episode about 1-1/2 years ago. For whatever the reasons, we ARE having to learn to adjust, BUT, we can do that; it sure beats giving up.

P.S. – If you know my wife, don’t mention her falling, as she would give me the devil for telling you. That would p_ss me off and I’d then have to beat you about the head and shoulders with my cane. Old people get CRANKY too, you know! © 2017

Monday, April 17, 2017

The Ugly, The Frustrating And The Good

The wife and I ate at home yesterday. My sister’s childishness ruined us getting together with my mom a few years ago, and my wife’s family has all turned into flaming liberals that are rude and thoughtless, even when politics isn’t involved. We DID spend about an hour, later in the day, with her son and daughter-in-law. It was nice to see them, but they’re Trump haters, so when politics comes up, things get aggravating. I do believe that Trump could find the cure for cancer, bring peace in our time and give his billions to charity and they’d still find fault with his actions. We like to think that folks get wiser as they age, but here they are, Grandparents, with no more political sense than their teenager.

On an unrelated note, I recently convinced my stepson to download a religious app for our youngest granddaughter’s iPad, or whatever it is. Unfortunately, she can’t USE the device until school is out, due to problems at school. That sounds a bit like overkill to me for a 10-year-old, but maybe not, since I don’t know the situation. She was at her mom’s yesterday, so we didn’t get to see her. I regret her not being able to use that particular app, since she has absolutely no other link to the Lord. My stepson seemed almost deliberately to let his now 21-year-old daughter skip along the merry road to hell, while he professed to be a Christian. I hope he doesn’t do the same with this one. On the way home, my wife remarked that her holidays are now so lonely, that she just seems to die a little more at each holiday. I understand what she means.

Today we mailed our taxes, filled out a form at the DHHR and got the studded tires removed from my pickup. When we got home, I took a nap, watched the 700 Club and then went outside and pulled the last treetop from the backyard (in various sized pieces) to my front lawn “log-yard.” The lawn tractor did the work, yet I was still tired afterward. Maybe I can run the chainsaw a while tomorrow and get the pieces all cut to length. Before dark, I took the missus and the pooch on a little drive to help break the boredom. We picked up a roast beef sandwich for our spoiled pooch and a small coke for the two of us.

Our little pink dogwood in the front yard is beautiful this year. Maybe I’ll try to get a picture of it tomorrow. © 2017

What About Socialization? (a link)

Medley of Worship: Opus 2017-118: What About Socialization?

Female Hippie Protester Who Was Face-Punched Is A Porn Queen (a link)


Sunday, April 16, 2017

Saturday, April 15, 2017

It’s Your Choice

Father God gives us our spirit, yet when we are born, we’re automatically on the road to hell because of the sins of Adam, Eve, and everyone down to us. For a precious few years, I don’t believe God holds our sins against us, but as soon as we truly understand the why of right and wrong, we’re on our own. The only way then to avoid an eternity in hell is to turn around and head back to the Father. And the ONLY way to do that is to accept God’s son, Jesus, as our savior. His death on the cross paid the price for our sins in full. However, the gift is incomplete if we refuse to accept it. God doesn’t send ANYONE to hell, other than Satan and his minions. But we are CHOOSING to go there if we refuse His free gift of salvation.

On this day, nearly 2000 years ago, Jesus rose from the dead to prove who He was, to show that He had power over death and to show us that we would live again, too, if we would only accept the gift He offers us. The choice is yours. Will you choose to stay on the path to hell and spend eternity with Satan? Or, will you choose to accept Jesus as your savior and spend eternity with Him, the Christian friends and family who’ve gone on before you, and with the hosts of heaven? It’s such a simple choice; please don’t complicate it.

Lonely Tradition

My wife grew up in a family of seven kids and on a farm with a big flock of chickens. Coloring eggs, both banty and the larger sizes were a big part of Easter for her and her siblings. Being an artsy-craftsy type to begin with, she continued the tradition when she had her son, and with me when he was no longer interested.

When the first granddaughter came along, she envisioned herself coloring eggs with another generation. Sadly, despite the girl living only a few minutes away, that never happened. She had hopes once again, when the second granddaughter came along, but had the same experience. I’ve continued to color eggs with her most years, though I could sense the melancholy from old memories and denied opportunities.

Last night, I went in the kitchen and found six dye cups in the sink, and a dozen colored eggs in the fridge. Old ways die hard, and knowing that standing in one place makes my back hurt, I guess she decided not to mention it to me. I’m sort of glad that she won’t let disappointment stop her, but I hated that she had to color the eggs alone. © 2017

A Refreshingly DIFFERENT Class Of Public Servant (a link)


Arizona Democrat Wants To "Throat-Punch" Female Republican Opponent Over Issue (a link)


I suppose it makes me a racist to mention that he's Hispanic, but so be it.

And What Did It Cost Trump? (a link)


Friday, April 14, 2017

A Little Bit More Work Done

I raked up the bark and leaves in my little “log-yard” the other day, and today I managed to load them on the wheelbarrow and dump them over a bank about 40 yards away. I also raked around the big oak in the front yard and got another load, two more loads, for a total of four. I also got a tarp placed over the partial stack of wood there. As slow as I move, and as often as I must take a breather, the little job took me about 1-1/2 hours. It wasn’t hard work, but it still left me tired. Or maybe the latter was from not taking my “beauty nap” this afternoon. I was hoping to get the last of the chunks and poles drug up from the back yard, but I guess that will wait until next week now, since tomorrow is the Sabbath and Sunday it’s supposed to rain all day. © 2017

Thursday, April 13, 2017

A Dying Breed

I’d just driven nearly onto the sidewalk to help my wife avoid the rain at the Big Lots the other day. Parking in the nearest handicapped space, I put the tag on my mirror. Then, I noticed an elderly gentleman pull his shopping cart through the door of a nearby store and hold the door for someone behind him. Slowly, an elderly lady with a badly stooped back shuffled through the door with her walker. The couple then took a few steps down the walk, where the man seemed to decide was a safe place for the woman to stay.

I was just reaching for the keys, to start my truck and take my umbrella to the man, when he began slowly walking, through the pouring rain, toward his car with his shopping buggy. He proceeded to put the groceries and such in the trunk and then began his walk back to his wife. Under the circumstances, I would have left the buggy and drove over to the walk beside my wife. HE, however, was a man of honor and took his buggy back and even put it in the row of nested buggies to one side of the store entrance. He then took out his cane and began helping his wife toward the car through the rain.

It was a slow walk even for him, but he was patient. Once at the car, he opened the door, took her walker out of the way and helped her get seated. Then, he took the walker to the rear of the car, folded it, opened the trunk again and stashed it inside. Then, cane in hand, he hobbled around to his side and climbed in, a thoroughly soaked but supremely honorable man. In a moment, he drove slowly and carefully away.

The rain had almost stopped five minutes later, when my wife unexpectedly climbed into the truck. She doesn’t move as fast as she once did either, nor do I. I don’t know why she didn’t call me to come get her, because I was so close already, I guess. She told me that her balance was off and she nearly fell twice in the store. I asked her if she was using a buggy, but she didn’t remember. I fear we may not be far from the condition of the elderly couple that I had been watching. My wife sometimes uses a walker at home, but not even a cane in public. I already use a cane, though more as a “just in case” thing than a need. I just hope I can be as attentive as that gentleman when the time comes, but then it could be ME that gets frail first. © 2017

A Little Bit More

Work done, that is. I split a big gnarly round of wood into usable sized pieces and stacked it today. Afterwards, I raked all the bark and leaves out of my miniature front yard "log-yard," so I could walk around more safely when I bring the last old oak treetop up to buck and split.

I noticed a couple yarrow sprouts by the trunk of the big white oak that serves as the "roof" of my work area on sunny days in summer. I think I'll leave them and even give them a shot of "night water" to see if they'll grow better. Since yarrow is a perennial, I could always add a little to my greens or dry it for medicinal tea. Now if I could just locate some bone-set. It grew on the farm, but I have yet to see any up here.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

A Little Today, Maybe A Little Tomorrow

That’s the way my work is around here. Perhaps a couple weeks ago, I dug a narrow-leaf dock that I’d planned to set in a second tire beside the first one I’d set out earlier. I put it in a Chinamart bag to keep the root-ball from drying out, but left the top open so it could get whatever rain came before I got it set out. Scheduling and weather interfered and I just got it set out today. Unfortunately, one edge of the tarp covering a nearby stack of wood got blown over it and the rather lush plant was all wilted and the root-ball very dry.

I cut the top off before I set it out, so the dry ball and damaged roots wouldn’t be supporting more top than it was able. I’m sure it will resprout. I then arranged the five poke roots I dug the other day in a circle around it, covered then with dirt and watered everything with a gallon of “night water.” I then planted the curly dock I dug the other day in a third tire and watered it with the same product.

I was disappointed that the poke roots in the first tire haven’t sprouted by now. Maybe the mold on them destroyed the buds. The deer have already pruned the first dock plant, but that’s okay. It will bring the top and roots into better balance for now. I may have to replant the poke in the first tire, but I’ll wait until fall if I do. I seem to see a good crop of chicory coming on near my front porch that should be good for planting around the third dock plant. Eventually, I’ll plant a dandelion plant between each poke plant. I’m noticing a lot of variation in the width of the dandelion leaves, so I’ll try to pick the plants that have the widest leaves, so they’d produce more volume of greens.

Friday or sometime, I cut the a couple poles to firewood length that were lying by the firewood stack, and cut the last treetop in the backyard into draggable lengths for the lawn tractor. Today, I stacked the pieces by the wood stack to make more room for the pieces I need to drag from the backyard. Maybe tomorrow (and maybe not). © 2017

Sunday, April 9, 2017

An Unproductive But Decent Day

I didn’t get to sleep until after 3AM today, so it was 6:30 before I woke up and took the dog out. It was just light enough to see shapes in the darkness and a narrow band of dark gold along the eastern horizon. After the pooch drained, we took our places on the porch for a few minutes and listened to a cacophony of birdsong from the surrounding woods. The noise was so obvious that you could almost have thought you were in a jungle, or Australia if a kookaburra had sounded off. The sounds were so blended that it was hard to sort out any single bird. The feathered singers weren’t on the clock yet; they were just awakening from their slumbers and greeting the new day.

Gradually, the narrow line of gold in the east grew wider and lighter, and shapes began to take a more solid appearance. Finally, I could barely make out the grey of the barn across the road. Crows, previously silent, began to caw and took flight. Other birds grew quieter and began to move about. One bird alit by a mud-puddle in the driveway, but it was only by recognizing its silhouette that I knew it to be a robin. Just then, from a distance I’d estimate to be 200 yards behind the neighbor’s house across the road, I heard my first gobble of the year. I guess it’s that time. As much as I hated to end the Mighty Dachshund’s pleasure, I needed more sleep, so I called 15 minutes enough and took her in and returned to bed.

The missus wanted to go to the Chinamart on the far side of town today and pick up a couple things we missed yesterday. While she wandered there, I looked around a bit in the Lowes next door. I bought a couple 8x32x1/2 thumbscrews to make a ghost-ring sight for my single shot 30/30. The regular rear sight is halfway up the barrel, which doesn’t give you much of a sight radius. The thumbscrew will replace the rear filler screw where a scope mount would fit. With the proper sized hole and cut to the right length, the screw will make a perfectly functional sight. I did the same for my muzzleloader a few years ago.

I dug another dock plant from the side of a drainage ditch while waiting for my wife today. This one is a curly dock, the first two were narrow leaf dock. The first two will have poke plants around them in their tire-casing beds. I don’t know yet what I’ll plant with the curly dock—chicory perhaps. As all the plants get established, I’ll probably stick dandelions between them.

I was strangely tired when we returned to the house, so rather than work outside as I’d planned, I took a nap. It was exactly 12 hours after the first porch-sit when I sat down again with the pooch, this time for half an hour. It was a pleasant end to a beautiful sunny day, but I went inside long before sunset, so I could go online and then call my mother before it got too late.

I need to get my last two docks planted and five poke roots, so maybe I can work it in tomorrow. My wife seems to have our day planned though, so I can only hope that I have the time and the energy. Oh well, “hope springs eternal,” they say. © 2017

Sabbath Thoughts

It was a beautiful Sabbath here today. The moon wasn’t full during the dark hours of the day, but it was still extremely bright. You could easily see to walk around outside without a flashlight. Several hours later, the sun made a very welcome appearance after several days of clouds and rain.

I’m one of those odd ducks that believes that God created and blessed the Sabbath and God never changed it. An early pope (Sylvester) changed it. That’s why nearly all of Christendom today celebrates “The Lord’s Day” (The term IS biblical.) like good little Catholics and ignores God’s teachings entirely. Since Christ has come, we no longer have to pay with our lives for not keeping the Sabbath, but I’m sure that we lose many blessings for choosing to make the Fourth Commandment the only one we’re allowed to break without consequence. In fact, we’re ENCOURAGED to disobey it! Go Figure!

That being said, I can’t even keep the Sabbath properly myself, unless I want to spend time fussing with the missus and a few other folks on occasion. That’s why I agree to eat out on the Sabbath, on occasion, and go to Chinamart so the missus can do her main weekly shopping. Occasionally, I do some little dab of work that I can’t seem to get done at any other time and hope the Lord will find it slightly akin to my ox being in the ditch. This day, digging up five poke roots was the task. They were growing in a little patch a short distance down the railroad tracks from Chinamart, and the only time we’re normally there is on Saturday, so what can I say? I won’t set then out until “The Lord’s Day,” however, since I’m sure He won’t mind that, since the first day of the week is SUPPOSED to be a work day.

One more thing, I think it’s amazing when people that should know better try transferring Sabbath rules to Sunday. We used to have a preacher who wouldn’t even consider eating out on Sunday, since that caused people to have to work on “the Sabbath” (to him) and cause them to miss church. Strangely, he thought it was just fine when my wife (or one of the other church women) skipped Sunday morning service to fix him a fine Sunday dinner.

For anyone still reading, TV was worthless tonight, so we put on one of our favorite Gaither tapes, which was filmed in David’s Citadel in Jerusalem. One song on the tape that I like is “Awesome God,” written (I think) by Michael Smith. The refrain starts out “Our God is an awesome God.” Just a thought, that seems to put US first in a way. It seems to me that it would make a positive change to the song to insert God’s name, YAHWEH, in place of the words “our God.” Just a thought. © 2017

Incidentally, those who forget the wording of the Fourth Commandment will find it in Exodus 20:


Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work: 10 But the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: 11 For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day, and hallowed it.

Other prohibitions may be found elsewhere in the Bible, but I don’t remember them all. In case you think God wasn’t serious though, remember the penalty, “Ye shall keep the Sabbath therefore; for it is holy unto you: every one that defileth it shall surely be put to death: for whosoever doeth any work therein, that soul shall be cut off from among his people.”


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Day By Day

April 2: As my internet has gotten less and less usable, the cable company decided that I needed a new modem. The guru agreed that was probably true. Not wanting to pay rent to the cable company for one, I bought one at Chinamart. When I hooked it up, though, the “status” light wouldn’t quit blinking and it insisted that I had no internet connection, which I knew to be a lie, unless the disconnect was within the new modem itself. Following the instructions that came with the modem, I tried to uninstall Google Chrome and reinstall it, only to learn there WAS no way to reinstall it. Worse, any OTHER search engines have been deleted from my computer, either through my own bungling, or through the “cleaning” that has been done on it a time or two. I guess the missing search engines could also have been caused by my computer crashing a year or so ago. Regardless, I now have literally no way to get on the internet.

April 3: I’d left a message on the guru’s phone on the 2nd, but he called when I was talking to my mother and I didn’t answer. In order to resist the “bigger hammer” method of “fixing” my computer, I simply stayed away from it. I did take my laptop when we went to town and got on Sear’s Wi-Fi long enough to inform my Facebook and Blogger friends of my situation. Either my laptop is losing its capabilities or their Wi-Fi leaves a WHOLE lot to be desired. This amount of aggravation makes me seriously consider giving up the internet altogether. I guess it WOULD save me $20 a month, but I would miss the convenience of research and my online friends.

A guy bought most of my stack of firewood today. He was going to pay full price for what he could haul in his short-bed pickup, but I knocked $5 off for him. I told him the aspen would pop and throw off sparks in his campfire, but it was “prettier” wood that the oak, which has punky sapwood, so he sorted out and took all the aspen. Go figure!

April 4: I had to restack what was left of the firewood, since the customer had practically tore up the stack sorting on the 3rd. I then split and stacked a few pieces of wood that had been lying near the stack. Afterward, I recovered the stack with a tarp and weighted it down with short poles and chunks of wood, so the heavy breeze today wouldn’t blow off the tarp.
I really should call the guru again and start figuring out whether to try getting my desktop back online or just use it really big paper weight.

April 5: Well, the cable company said that my modem wasn’t compatible, so I had to take it back and get another one. Then, I came home and installed it and called the cable company and gave them the numbers. They told me to wait until just past closing time and call them if I still didn’t have internet. Here it is, a beautiful day to work outside, and I have to fool with this. I did pour some naphtha into one of my gallon cans and put a sawchain in to soak and degrease while I was on the porch with the pooch. As it turned out, there wasn’t anything that the cable company could do from their end to restore my internet, so I emptied a USB drive, attached one of my dad’s dog-tags to it to help identify it and took it to the guru. He’ll probably be able to download a Google installer on it so I can put it on my computer on the 7th.

UPDATE: Something made me look in my Avast file this evening and, lo and behold, there was a Chrome installer icon. It worked, so that’s why I’m back online a day earlier than I expected. © 2017

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Memories of Oakland, The Old Stephenson Home (with pic and links)

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Personally, I’ve never been in the place, but my wife has. Her maternal aunt used to clean the place when the last older member of the family lived there. He was an old bachelor, even though he loved a woman in his youth. She was a Protestant, though, and he was from a Catholic family, and the two just didn’t mix back then. He never found another woman that he cared for in that way. He used to sit and tell my wife’s aunt all about “the old days” on the place. I wish she would have written those stories down. He had lived there by himself for many years when two or more men broke in, beat him up, tied him to a chair and proceeded to steal anything they could carry off.

The old man was gone by the time my wife agreed to help her aging aunt with the job on occasion. I didn’t know her then, but she told me a few things after we met and married. The first thing that she mentioned was the mural on the wall of the front hall which showed a 360 degree view of the plantation in the old days. Naturally, it showed the slaves working in the fields. I thought she told me that there was a stained glass window on the landing of the grand staircase, but she doesn’t remember now. Maybe that was the house next door.

I seem to remember hearing that the bricks for the home were fired on the property, but I can’t remember now for sure. I do know that the old man told my wife’s aunt that all the wood for the house came from the property, and that the furniture was built from wood cut there also. My wife said the huge four-poster beds were beautiful, as was ALL the furniture. Instead of having separate bedrooms for each child, as is common today, there was a large room toward the rear of the house where a row of beds were arranged dormitory style. There may have been two such rooms, but I’m not sure. Those beds, too, were made from wood from the plantation.

My wife is a Christian, and technically doesn’t believe in ghosts, but she said that when she went upstairs to the belvedere, she got a creepy feeling and was glad to go back downstairs when her work was done.

I assume the old place got too expensive for the heirs to maintain, for they gave it to the local public college a couple years ago. I sincerely hope they preserve the old mural and don’t paint over it because it’s not politically correct, in this overly sensitive and unappreciative era. I think the old home should have been given to the state and preserved as a historical site that the public could have toured, but you know how that goes, no-one ever asks the opinion of the people who pay the taxes. © 2017



Thursday, March 30, 2017

It’s Like A Different Place Entirely

My wife and I were talking the other day how much our neck of the woods has changed since we were kids. There are a couple four-lanes that weren’t there back then. The mom and pop joints are all gone, replaced by chain stores, gas stations and fast food joints, and the “tourist babins” of old have given way to chain motels.

Out our valley, The 27 small dairy farms of my dad’s day had turned to fewer than a half-dozen when I was just little and zero now. The 10 beef cattle farms of my youth have currently dwindled to two, and NO-ONE in the area actually makes their living from farming anymore. In fact, they can only afford to farm because they work elsewhere full-time. Cornfields, never common in this narrow valley are now a thing of the past.

The folks who used to fish the length of the creek and ask to do so at the farm houses must have all died. There are a few folks who fish under the interstate bridge still, but they never ask the man who owns the land. Any former cornfields are now hayfields, and most former pastures and hayfields are growing brush or small timber.

We used to know our country neighbors for miles around. We met them at Grange, Farm Bureau meetings, the mom and pop groceries, P.T.A. meetings and school programs. These days, the Grange is gone here, the Farm Bureau is a shadow of what it was, the small groceries are gone (as I said earlier) and the neighborhood schools are no more. Heck, two of our neighbor men were dead a year before we even found out about it.

My great aunt used to say “time changes things.” My wife’s grandmother used to remark that she felt like she was living in a strange world. I understand now just how they felt. © 2017

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Dowsing, Leveling And Brain Hacking

Several years ago, I attempted dowsing (also called water-witching) for the first time, in order to locate a water line. I used a couple pieces of coat-hanger and it seemed to work. Strangely, I also found something else running roughly parallel to the water line, about six feet away. Having some doubts as to the source of that sort of ability, I stopped and prayed to God to either help me be positive which was the water line, OR, if he didn’t like me doing such things to let me know. The wires went “dead” and never swayed again!

Today, 20-some years later, I decided to try it again. Two white oaks in my lawn, about 50 feet apart have been hit by lightning in past years. The old belief is that many trees struck by lightning are sitting atop veins of water. Since I live on a dry ridge, I was curious as to whether a vein of water might run between the two oaks. Using two heavy copper wires cut from the ground wire of an old telephone pole, I readied myself, BUT I prayed first. The wires never moved as I traversed the area between the oaks, nor even as I stood by the trees. I then tested the method by going up near the house where I KNEW my water-line ran and there was no sign there, either. So now, I have to wonder, was the Lord speaking on the matter, or was there simply no vein to find? I tend to think the former.

After THAT little experiment, I took my little $2 Chinamart torpedo level down and stuck it on my mill frame. I was surprised that showed the frame to be roughly 1-3/4 inches low on one front corner (no point checking the back yet). I would have guessed that it was much closer to level, but it’s on sloping ground, with nothing to gauge by, so I’ll blame my lack of natural skill on that!

A lot of folks these days don’t realize that our modern levels were once called “spirit levels,” because the liquid in the vials were filled with “spirits” (alcohol). Before those tools came along, a simple plumb-bob (weight on a string), and a square, plumbed and leveled every building of prominence, including all the great cathedrals of Europe. Of course, plumb-bobs don’t work on windy days.

I’m seeing on TV now that the hearts of some techies are all aflutter, because it appears that people will soon be able to have chips placed in their brains allowing them to link their computer with their brain. Now I ask you, doesn’t simple common sense tell you that your brain can then be hacked and taken over by outside forces? Big Brother will LOVE the idea. Why do you think “medical” chip implants were part of the Obamacare plan? “Brain chips” would be even better for a tyrannical government. Most people are such idiots, though, that it seems to me that brain chips are completely unneeded. © 2017

Monday, March 27, 2017

Another Bit Of History Biting The Dust


I’ve seen the building before, but never knew what it was, only that it was old. You can be sure that ANY building that has the cone-shaped corner pieces was from the horse and buggy era, as the feature was to guide the steel tire away from the building, so the hub wouldn’t hang-up on the corner and tear the wheel (or suspension) apart, or jerk the carriage to a stop.

It’s currently standing by the alley behind the Napoli’s and McHappy’s buildings on Seventh Street in Parkersburg, West Virginia. I don’t know how much longer it will remain standing. I saw a post on the Early Parkersburg site today that it was going to be torn down to make room for the new Sheetz gas station on that block. What I didn’t know was that it was once the carriage house for the Stephenson plantation house across and above Seventh Street about 125 yards away. That would have put it in view of the front door of the mansion, which struck me a little odd, but I guess it would let the owners keep an eye on things. In a perfect world it would either be saved where it is, or moved to an area on the lot where the mansion still stands. Alas, it is NOT a perfect world. I drove down this evening and took a photo, for what reason I don’t know—to share with you, I guess.

The plantation home, named Oakland, was built in 1840 by Judge James M. Stephenson. I suspect the carriage house was built at a later date, as the brick of the carriage house doesn’t match that of the mansion. The carriage house is of no special architectural interest that would demand its preservation, but could you imagine the stories that it could tell, if its walls could talk? © 2017

Here is a link concerning the mansion, for those interested.


Sunday, March 26, 2017

Catch-Up For The Week

Tuesday, we went to the Social Security Office and filed for my wife’s SS, not on HER work, but on mine as a disabled person. Things looked good to go!

Thursday, we spent three-and-a-half hours at the county Senior Citizen’s office, only to learn that they couldn’t do out taxes after all. Apparently, they aren’t allowed to do mortgage income, so we took the papers over to my stepson to do the task. We’d hoped to avoid bothering him with them this year, since he’s working a different job, but I told him that he was now stuck for life. I used to be self-employed and prided myself on doing my own taxes (and those of my parents), but they “simplified” them so much that they became completely inunderstandable to me.

Saturday, we got a letter from the main Social Security Office saying that my wife didn’t qualify for SS due to insufficient income. That means they didn’t even read the form before rejecting it. I’ll fight it. We also got groceries for us and Mom on Saturday.

Today (Sunday), I managed to get my little chainsaw mill frame roughly stabilized and leveled before the rain ran me in. It still has to be shimmed further to get it perfectly level, but that involves patience, not hard work. Lastly, I’ll drive 4-6 stakes around it to keep it from shifting, and then I’ll be ready to finish creosoting the wood and bolt on hardware.

Not exactly a good week, but it could have been worse. Hope yours was better.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

After Dark Porch Sit

I tinkered outside for about 45 minutes before dark this evening. I got three blocks seated as supports for my mill frame, but didn’t get the fourth corner done. Oh well, something to do another day, I guess. By that time, I knew the Mighty Dachshund would need to drain, so I went inside and leashed her up and brought her out, along with my flashlight. I let her pee in our graveled driveway, but took her to the north edge of the lawn to dump, and it was too dark to step there without a flashlight. She didn’t need to do anything, though, and just stood there and sniffed the slight breeze.

Returning to the porch, I took my seat in the swing and made her lie on the welcome mat, since it would be warmer than the concrete. At this point, I can still see through the woods and watch headlights coming on the highway, the lights from the neighbor’s house about a quarter mile away, and even the lights from the airport, about five miles away on another hilltop. In another two or three weeks, I suspect that ability will be gone for several months, as the trees leaf out and block my view. As it is, I can see headlights drop into the saddleback out the ridge and disappear for a few seconds before reappearing on this side and continuing past our home. Even the pooch notices when one car doesn’t reappear, meaning that it turned into the housing development which has an access road entering the country road in the saddleback (“low-gap” in country parlance).

Gradually, I see an airplane’s lights coming from the direction of the airport. The pooch sees them, too, and watches them with interest. Eventually, it gets in hearing distance and it becomes obvious to me that it’s a small single engine plane. The pooch continues to watch as it passes fairly near the house and then onward in a southwest direction.

A couple farms over, two coyotes can be heard, the first I’ve heard here for two years. I hope the farmer gets them before they raise more. The Mighty Dachshund would get nervous if the sound was closer, but she seems to feel safe at the obvious distance. They soon grow silent, but only a few minutes later, a bass-voiced hound on the farm on the other side of us starts complaining about trespassers and my little dog seems concerned.

As always, I can hear the traffic on the four-lane a mile or two west of here. Rain is supposed to be on the way, though, so it’s a little louder than normal. It’s in the 50’s this evening; I don’t know why the skeeters aren’t bothering us, but I’m thankful. As the swing starts to remind my backside that it’s made of unpadded wood, I decide that we porch-sitters have been here long enough. The lamp inside lights up the nine small panes of stained glass, salvaged from an old home being demolished, that I incorporated into my front door when I built it 37 years ago. As the door opens, the soft yellow light floods out into the darkness, making the inside seem warm and welcoming. The pooch looks up at me as I unleash her, seemingly content with my decision to come inside. There’s always another day, but if not, so be it; this has been a good one. © 2017

Monday, March 20, 2017

Paper Brain, First Dandelions, A Porch Sit And A Gripe (w/pic)

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Back when I was self-employed, I used a little notebook to make lists of thinks that I needed to accomplish the next day. After I’d written down everything that I could think of, I’d go back through and prioritize them. Additions and reprioritizing would sometimes occur as time went on. As I went through that day, I’d mark off each task as it was accomplished. Now that I’m a senile old geezer, I’ve learned that its time to relearn that habit, except that many days, I do nothing, so one list might last for a week. I use the same miniature notebook to record things that I might wish to keep a record of, also. As you can see from the beginning date on mine, one of the little volumes lasts a while; it’s still only 2/3 full.

Beside it is another notebook in which I mark my medications as I take them. The right to left downward stroke stands for my morning pills. The left to right downward stroke stands for my afternoon water pill. The horizontal line stands for my vitamins and mineral supplements, when I remember to take them. The vertical line stands for my night-time pills. As you can see, I don’t always remember every pill. I used to joke about old folks and their pills; now I make asterisks in a book to try to remember mine.

At Chinamart the other day, it was obvious that my first picking of wild greens may occur soon, since a nearby bank is getting rather fuzzy with green growth. Today, as I drove by the former Bob Evan’s Restaurant near Route 50, I saw a huge bank covered with dandelion blooms. The bees should be happy, if there ARE any.

Early this evening, after locating a couple 4” blocks to support the back corners of my mill frame and cutting off a piece of pipe to use in repairing my old office chair, I parked myself in the porch swing for a while. I won’t give you my usual description of the scene, but suffice it to say that it was a pleasant few minutes.

We watched MASH this evening, as usual. We don’t watch it because it’s so great, but because everything else on at that time is worse. They have the worst jerk in the camp reading his Bible at times so in today’s first episode, Hawk-Eye made the comment that he wouldn’t want a room without a Bible. In a recent show, they had a nurse showing prejudice towards Koreans by referring to them as “gooks.” I found it very telling that they made the woman from Alabama, instead of Alan Alda’s home state of Maine. Yankees are NEVER prejudiced, you realize. Oh well, he may choose to live in Maine, but everyone with any sense realizes that he’s STILL a Hollywood suck_ss liberal a-hole. © 2017