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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 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.
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
AND MY FAVORITE:
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?
- 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. -
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
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
Posted on April 19, 2017 by Ammoland Editor Joe Evans
USA -(Ammoland.com)- 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.
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.
Click images to enlarge.
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.
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!
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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.
those who forget the wording of the Fourth Commandment will find it in Exodus
8 Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. 9 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
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 itis holy
unto you: every one that defileth it shall surely be put to death: for
whosoever doethany work
therein, that soul shall be cut off from among his people.”
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
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
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
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