Desert Cat's Paradise
"The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and suffer for it." - Proverbs 27:12.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Ok, it's time I point you this way: Maiden MagneticComments
This is Bane's daughter. You think Bane has a gift for the written word? He's clearly passed it along to his progeny.
You can find her on my sidebar as "Banechild".
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In other (better) news, my Freakazoid, Season 1 DVD's arrived while I was out.Comments
Ooh! I have some therapy waiting for me when we're through this.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Dad is not lucid anymore. He is on oxygen, but his reduced red blood cell count also means his CO2 levels are rising, which has a narcotic effect. His most lucid moments have come when he realized that he was still in this world and not gone to be with the Lord yet.Comments
At one point this morning he asked me, "so what is this? Did I go to heaven or hell?"
"No," I told him. "You're still stuck here on earth with us."
Up 'til late yesterday he was able to get up and transfer himself from bed to chair or toilet. This morning Mom and I need to steady him all the way.
Just now he lay back down in bed, humming a little bit and praying in tongues before falling asleep. (I had been humming an old hymn a while before.)
I'm still at the farm, and will likely stay here until he passes. If Daisycat comes out to help, I may take a day trip into town. I don't think I'd be any good at work right now, and I told my boss I need the time off (FMLA or however they need to account for it). I can't access my e-mail from here, so I'm sorry if anyone has written and I've not replied. When I get back...
Mom badly needed a good night's sleep last night, so she went over to my house to sleep and I stayed near Dad to take care of his needs. At 1 AM when he needed to use the bathroom, he was able to get up with some assistance and make it there and back. At 4:30 AM when it was time for his meds, he seemed to have slipped a notch further. Even though he had woken and called out, he had virtually no coherent response, and I was unable to keep him sitting up to take his meds. Daisycat was there and helped steady him while I put the pills in his mouth and gave him water. (They never went down, just stayed under his tongue. Mom later gave him additional water to help wash some of the meds down his throat.
This morning Mom read the 23rd Psalm to him and he was reciting back portions of it over and over, but other than that, no coherent response to any other attempts at communication.
I think we've come to a decision. Dad wanted to die at home. But now his awareness seems to have slipped beyond recognition of his surroundings, or much of anything else for that matter. Without his ability to cooperate in his care at all anymore, he is beyond our capabilities. He did give Mom permission to transfer him if he got to the point where she could no longer take care of him. Now we're there. (I think that is why he was frustrated that he wasn't dying faster...)
His doctor called this morning and plans a housecall this afternoon (!! When is the last time doctors regularly did housecalls? Fifty years ago?), and Daiscat called a couple of inpatient hospice facilities to see about transferring him. We're waiting for a call back to schedule a visit by a nurse from the hospice also.
If this pans out, he will be in-town, and Mom will be staying in our guesthouse whenever she wants to, to be closer to him, and probably driving back out here every other day or so to take care of her kitty Adelaide.
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Thursday, July 24, 2008
(sorry, I couldn't take looking at this bizarro pic anymore. click "read the rest")Comments
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I hate to give my readers whiplash, but such are the circumstances.Comments
For a period of time, Dad's need for blood transfusions had been lower. This I last reported on a couple of weeks ago. However he has been fighting an infection for the last several weeks. After the first course of antibiotics was through he got much worse last week, and Mom rushed to get the antibiotic refilled. The doctor told us that it was quite likely that an infection would be his undoing rather than the progression of the leukemia itself.
Well when I saw him last on Monday morning, he was doing better--the crisis period from the infection seemed to be past and the antibiotic was doing its job, although he was in more pain than usual and still struggled to stay up and out of bed for more than brief periods of time to eat and visit for a while.
Now Mom reports that he has decided to stop struggling so hard to keep living. He is deciding to forego any further blood transfusions.
This is the equivalent of disconnecting life support. Without new red blood cells, he will grow weaker quickly and probably be gone in a matter of a couple of weeks.
It pains me greatly, although I do believe that it is his right to choose this.
If you are still praying, there are a couple of requests I have. First, that Dad's passing into the arms of the Lord will be as comfortable as possible, given the circumstances. Second, Mom needs lots of prayer to bear up during this transition. And I too--although I am the stoic, level-headed one--will need some additional bracing up so that I do not falter. Finally, I don't believe it would be inappropriate to still hold out prayerful hope for a major miracle. We would be looking for a complete restoration--both complete remission of the leukemia as well as remission of his rheumatoid arthritis. Is that too much? I don't believe so. We are children of the Most High, after all.
God's will be done. But I believe it is probably his moment to go. He will be there ahead of me, ahead of us, safe in my Lord and Savior's arms forevermore.
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Monday, July 21, 2008
Oh, btw, happy birthday to me. Thanks y'all...Comments
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...down at the farm.Comments
And it made me late for work today. The washes were raging last night, and this morning it took a rather long time to get through them (I got out and chucked boulders out of my way at a couple of wash crossings).
I only have one photo--when the fire-hose abated just a bit I snapped this one quickly out the window of my camper:
This wash never runs except during the most extreme downpours. And it was pretty fierce. Buckets and cats and dogs and strangled frogs for fifteen minutes. It was toward the end of the day and I was planning on hooking up the water to my camper to take a shower. The storm hit before I got it hooked up, so I grabbed a bar of soap and stood out in it. Yes, it was raining hard enough to give me a decent shower.
This morning the river was running--a lovely sight in this desert.
After negotiating the washed-out washes I got to the top of the hill and passed a sign facing the other way: "Road Closed". Yah...
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Thursday, July 17, 2008
Think you could learn a thing or two from her?
53 seconds to field-strip, then reassemble an AR-15...by an 11 year old girl!
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008
And just when I had concluded they had spiralled down the toilet bowl of complete raving lunacy:Comments
Have-a-go heroes get legal right to defend themselves - Telegraph
They will be able to use force against criminals who break into their homes or attack them in the street without worrying that "heat of the moment" misjudgements could see them brought before the courts.
What a concept, huh?
"New" laws, indeed! This was the norm for centuries under British Common Law.
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Kudlow's Money Politic$ on National Review OnlineComments
In a dramatic move yesterday President Bush removed the executive-branch moratorium on offshore drilling. Today, at a news conference, Bush repeated his new position, and slammed the Democratic Congress for not removing the congressional moratorium on the Outer Continental Shelf and elsewhere. Crude-oil futures for August delivery plunged $9.26, or 6.3 percent, almost immediately as Bush was speaking, bringing the barrel price down to $136.
Ok, I know some small number of you will somehow see this as further evidence of Teh Eeeval BusHitler!! (*ahem*), but to me this is prima facie evidence of just how much the current price of oil is driven by speculation, and not market fundamentals.
How *else* could talk of possible development of new domestic supplies affect the market price of oil *today*?
And I believe if Congress followed suit and opened up new leases in all the best areas, the price of oil *today* would drop another fifty dollars in short order. But will Reid and Pelosi buck their extremist fringe and do what's right for America?
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July 14 (Bloomberg) -- The U.S. Treasury Department's plan to shore up Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac is an `"unmitigated disaster" and the largest U.S. mortgage lenders are "basically insolvent," according to investor Jim Rogers.Does anyone doubt that stagflation is a reality now?
Update: For those who still doubt the state of things, primarily because you have not seen a dramatic **crash** (akin to a Nascar vehicle hitting the wall at 200 mph), it is because this mighty vessel is going down much more akin to the sinking of the Titanic. Steaming full-speed ahead, the iceberg was hit nearly two years ago now.
But the band plays on...
...and we're told that everything is all right. And it will be most especially "all right" after the next election, when Our New President ushers us into a new golden age of light and splendor.
"Mind now, there's still plenty of hors d'oeuvres at the buffet, and don't you worry about that tilt to the deck. The mighty ship
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Rachel Lucas -- "Mamas, don't let your sons watch HGTV. They'll never get married."Comments
In the last 2 weeks, I've watched maybe a dozen episodes of "House Hunters", and in at least 10 of those episodes, the following occurred almost verbatim every single time:
Rachel Lucas is a breath of fresh air. Because if she exists, then there is some tiny ray of hope for the young men out there that others like her may possibly exist. Whether she represents ten percent, or five percent, or maybe only one percent of her gender, there is still at least some hope that not all women are...as she describes them.
If I were single, I would court her with all my passion, even knowing I am not worthy.
Update: From the comments--"Dear womankind: Men will move the world for you if you let them want to. The instant you make it a chore so you can have your little power trip is the instant you’ve made your husband into a stubborn ass..."
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Sunday, July 13, 2008
A big meeting of the EuroMed nations is underway at the moment: Sarkozy launches union for Mediterranean region - The Boston GlobeComments
For those of us "ridiculous and narcissistic" end-timers, this is an event to be watching carefully. Some of us see this particular 'union' as the "confirmed covenant with many" written about by the prophet Daniel.
In particular, I am looking for signs of a major peace breakthrough to happen before the end of September this year. Herb Peters pegged January of last year as the start of the seventieth week, based on the renewal of the Barcelona process that went into effect 1/1/07. I've since read some opinion that ties the beginning of the seventieth week with Rosh Hashanah, and not the Roman calendar. Plus, there is this interesting analysis, based on the number of days specified by Daniel, that requires it may only start in certain years.
This year happens to be one of those years.
More here re: EuroMed/Barcelona Process, etc.
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Or, "why government 'faith-based initiatives' have little to do with Christianity."Comments
Vox has a quote from Dave Hanson that seems relevant to recent conversation:
Conservative Christians can jive with this analysis of the welfare state's failure. It's clear that Christ spoke not to Caesar when he advocated helping the weak, but to every individual, even the poor themselves. The founders understood this concept. The revolution got the state out of the way so Christ's movement could work in a free society to transform lives. Nevertheless, America has lost its faith in God. We have turned to man to solve our problems. Blinded by ignorance, we have forgotten Washington's warning: 'Government is force.' When man uses force to try to 'fix' lives, he always fails. We are selfish. We do not know how to run people's lives. Institutions we use to consolidate 'power' only highlight this reality."
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Saturday, July 12, 2008
You were a good man, and a great radio host and press secretary, theComments
hateful diatribes of the unhinged left notwithstanding.
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Friday, July 11, 2008
"How To Irrigate Your Nasal Passages"
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In fact she's still in her dressing room, choosing her costume.Comments
This is not over yet, not by a long shot.
The Associated Press: Government shuts down mortgage lender IndyMac
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Thursday, July 10, 2008
Pretty Lady: What it Means to Be a Lady: "Rudeness, aggression, pugnacity, cruelty, machismo, spite, illiberality, and vacuous mocking of those with whom one has differences of opinion are all hallmarks of the insecure and undisciplined mind. Such a character has no inner compass; its assessment of self is determined relatively, and is maintained by the perpetual denigration of others."Comments
Of course it must be in the Character of a Lady to denigrate the opinions of those she differs with as only so much "twaddle", and their perspective as "narcissistic and ridiculous", not to mention making an unwarranted insinuation of racist motives behind their religious beliefs.
Yes, she somehow maintains her grip on the high ground despite these transgressions. Because of course, she is a Lady, q.e.d.. (Petitio principii.)
And is it not the classic expression of Ego to project one's own inner struggles onto others, comparing one's alleged enlightened state to the low self-interested grubbing of these beasts round about, while stroking oneself with the conceit of one's alleged superiority?
I dare say that one who was truly a Lady would not preen so about it.
Update (final, one hopes): A rousing bit of projection here, eh? It was precisely the Lady's inability to abstain from ridiculing my religious beliefs, engaging in various forms of condescension, and unjustly imputing ill motives that lost her a place on my regular sidebar. She's still in my RSS feed, but that will probably not be for long. It is disappointing to see that after an absence of a couple of weeks, her first act is to take yet another swing.
Charming...not so much anymore. I frankly do not have the time nor the psychic energy right now to deal with this kind of negative bullshit.
Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing
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I didn't find the page I was looking at previously, but I did find this government document that contains recommended installation practices for 12 volt power systems:Comments
Photovoltaic Power Systems and the National Electrical Code: Suggested Practices.
Update: Found it. It was this same document I had downloaded somewhere previously. I have it hosted here. (Right-click "here" and save file)
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Wednesday, July 09, 2008
XR3 Hybrid: Personal Mobility Vehicle (PMV) Automotive Prototype ProjectComments
And they will be studied and shelved until I get some of the more immediate projects completed.
I *am* quite jazzed about building this eventually.
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Some of you may have wondered from time to time why this guy is on my sidebar, since he often seems to be just another Washington state leftist.Comments
Well that he may be, but he is also crazier than me (in the good way), and he writes it often enough. Reading his stream-of-consciousness-like writing is therapy to me. Give me surreality--stuff that doesn't quite line up, and yet is evocative of a mood, a mindframe, and I'm transported.
And most everything else (excepting some of the political stuff) is pretty good too.
Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing
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Tuesday, July 08, 2008
I was musing upon this piece over the weekend, and snorting in laughter to myself over the particulars, remembering from the last time I read it. It takes a bit of concentration to read the archaic style he wrote it in, but it is well worth it (if you are male, and may very well be mildly amused if you are female):Comments
CONVERSATION, AS IT WAS BY THE SOCIAL FIRESIDE, IN THE TIME OF THE
toke her maiste ye queene a fantasie such as she sometimes hath, and had
to her closet certain that doe write playes, bokes, and such like, these
being my lord Bacon, his worship Sir Walter Ralegh, Mr. Ben Jonson, and
ye child Francis Beaumonte, which being but sixteen, hath yet turned his
hand to ye doing of ye Lattin masters into our Englishe tong, with grete
discretion and much applaus. Also came with these ye famous Shaxpur. A
righte straunge mixing truly of mighty blode with mean, ye more in
especial since ye queenes grace was present, as likewise these following,
to wit: Ye Duchess of Bilgewater, twenty-two yeres of age; ye Countesse
of Granby, twenty-six; her doter, ye Lady Helen, fifteen; as also these
two maides of honor, to-wit, ye Lady Margery Boothy, sixty-five, and ye
Lady Alice Dilberry, turned seventy, she being two yeres ye queenes
I being her maites cup-bearer, had no choice but to remaine and beholde
rank forgot, and ye high holde converse wh ye low as uppon equal termes,
a grete scandal did ye world heare thereof.
In ye heat of ye talk it befel yt one did breake wind, yielding an
exceding mightie and distresfull stink, whereat all did laugh full sore,
Ye Queene.--Verily in mine eight and sixty yeres have I not heard the
fellow to this fart. Meseemeth, by ye grete sound and clamour of it, it
was male; yet ye belly it did lurk behinde shoulde now fall lean and flat
against ye spine of him yt hath bene delivered of so stately and so waste
a bulk, where as ye guts of them yt doe quiff-splitters bear, stand
comely still and rounde. Prithee let ye author confess ye offspring.
Will my Lady Alice testify?
Lady Alice.--Good your grace, an' I had room for such a thundergust
within mine ancient bowels, 'tis not in reason I coulde discharge ye same
and live to thank God for yt He did choose handmaid so humble whereby to
shew his power. Nay, 'tis not I yt have broughte forth this rich
o'ermastering fog, this fragrant gloom, so pray you seeke ye further.
Ye Queene.--Mayhap ye Lady Margery hath done ye companie this favor?
Lady Margery.--So please you madam, my limbs are feeble wh ye weighte and
drouth of five and sixty winters, and it behoveth yt I be tender unto
them. In ye good providence of God, an' I had contained this wonder,
forsoothe wolde I have gi'en 'ye whole evening of my sinking life to ye
dribbling of it forth, with trembling and uneasy soul, not launched it
sudden in its matchless might, taking mine own life with violence,
rending my weak frame like rotten rags. It was not I, your maisty.
Ye Queene.--O' God's name, who hath favored us? Hath it come to pass yt
a fart shall fart itself? Not such a one as this, I trow. Young Master
Beaumont--but no; 'twould have wafted him to heaven like down of goose's
boddy. 'Twas not ye little Lady Helen--nay, ne'er blush, my child;
thoul't tickle thy tender maidenhedde with many a mousie-squeak before
thou learnest to blow a harricane like this. Wasn't you, my learned and
Jonson.--So fell a blast hath ne'er mine ears saluted, nor yet a stench
so all-pervading and immortal. 'Twas not a novice did it, good your
maisty, but one of veteran experience--else hadde he failed of
confidence. In sooth it was not I.
Ye Queene.--My lord Bacon?
Lord Bacon.-Not from my leane entrailes hath this prodigy burst forth, so
please your grace. Naught doth so befit ye grete as grete performance;
and haply shall ye finde yt 'tis not from mediocrity this miracle hath
[Tho' ye subjoct be but a fart, yet will this tedious sink of learning
pondrously phillosophize. Meantime did the foul and deadly stink pervade
all places to that degree, yt never smelt I ye like, yet dare I not to
leave ye presence, albeit I was like to suffocate.]
Ye Queene.--What saith ye worshipful Master Shaxpur?
Shaxpur.--In the great hand of God I stand and so proclaim mine
innocence. Though ye sinless hosts of heaven had foretold ye coming of
this most desolating breath, proclaiming it a work of uninspired man, its
quaking thunders, its firmament-clogging rottenness his own achievement
in due course of nature, yet had not I believed it; but had said the pit
itself hath furnished forth the stink, and heaven's artillery hath shook
the globe in admiration of it.
[Then was there a silence, and each did turn him toward the worshipful
Sr Walter Ralegh, that browned, embattled, bloody swashbuckler, who
rising up did smile, and simpering say,]
Sr W.--Most gracious maisty, 'twas I that did it, but indeed it was so
poor and frail a note, compared with such as I am wont to furnish, yt in
sooth I was ashamed to call the weakling mine in so august a presence.
It was nothing--less than nothing, madam--I did it but to clear my nether
throat; but had I come prepared, then had I delivered something worthy.
Bear with me, please your grace, till I can make amends.
[Then delivered he himself of such a godless and rock-shivering blast
that all were fain to stop their ears, and following it did come so dense
and foul a stink that that which went before did seem a poor and trifling
thing beside it. Then saith he, feigning that he blushed and was
confused, I perceive that I am weak to-day, and cannot justice do unto my
powers; and sat him down as who should say, There, it is not much yet he
that hath an arse to spare, let him fellow that, an' he think he can. By
God, an' I were ye queene, I would e'en tip this swaggering braggart out
o' the court, and let him air his grandeurs and break his intolerable
wind before ye deaf and such as suffocation pleaseth.]
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Every other week since he was diagnosed with untreatable leukemia (AML), my dad has required a blood transfusion to stay alive. Last time his test came back indicating that he barely needed the transfusion. This week he will be skipping a transfusion entirely!Comments
Prayer, ongoing. And much time spent in the presence of the Lord. And a plethora of nutritional supplements targeted toward dealing with leukemia.
That he is doing this well after this amount of time is a minor miracle in itself. So his doctor says. There's no telling what the future may bring, but it appears that he will be with us a little longer than we thought.
Every day the Lord gives us on this earth is precious. Though we know the circle will be unbroken by and by, the parting here on earth is a hard thing. Perhaps he will tarry until the Lord returns.
Those of you who have prayed, and are continuing to pray, thank you!
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What he said:Comments
I always enjoy unpopular people attempting to explain to me the real reason they are unpopular, don't you? Because, after all, they should know, right? In this one paragraph, Kelly sheds a great deal of light on how she managed to become that rare bird, the female militant atheist. If she had even a smidgeon of the social awareness that God gives the average computer programmer, she'd understand that the reason no one looks askance at Christian accoutrements is that the Christian who makes a public statement is making statement about himself and his own beliefs. Atheists, on the other hand, are making a statement about everyone else and everyone else's beliefs. Unsurprisingly, everyone else tends to look on this askance.
But hey, if you take Federal dollars, you better be prepared to say that vanilla and strawberry are *just as good* as chocolate! Oh, and *take that damn shirt off*!! How dare you offend the strawberry lovers so! Keep your trap shut about chocolate, would you? It's so rude, you talking chocolate chocolate chocolate all the time.
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Monday, July 07, 2008Comments
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www.peakoilblues.com blog -- Do You Have a Panglossian Disorder? or Economic and Planetary Collapse: Is it a Therapeutic Issue?Comments
I have spoken elsewhere about the label "Doomer," and I've come to believe that this frame is outdated. Instead, I would like to suggest that we must stop asking ourselves, given the lateness of the hour, why there are those pessimistic about the future, and begin asking, instead, why there are those still blindly and enthusiastically optimistic about it. Could this be a disorder, in itself? Here's my proposal:Keep reading...
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Sunday, July 06, 2008
Evaporative Coolers from Solar ChillComments
Solar powered, of course.
Update: Another supplier, and the specific model that ought to work with my direct drive controller: Solarhome.org
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...on two fronts. This was a four day weekend for me, since I usually have Friday's off.Comments
Thursday and Friday I finished setting the tile in the guesthouse:
Yaay. This is more work than it looks like. Next task is to clean up any excess mortar and apply the grout.
Then Friday evening, Daisycat and I headed out to the farm. A rattlesnake was there to greet Daisycat, buzzing in the dark and making her jump six feet high. One of these times very soon we're going to have rattlesnake chili if he decides to stick around. I should really get a .38 revolver and keep it loaded with snake shot for times like that.
The mammilara cactus that I transplanted are in full bloom. Granny J calls the hedgehog cactus "mammary" cactus, but I've only ever heard that name applied to members of the genus Mammilara. Hedgehogs belong to a different genus.
During the week, the septic boys at Cummings Plumbing were busy installing our septic system.
One thing I like about their installations is the innovative drainfield. Instead of the usual perforated drain pipe laid over a bed of crushed rock, they use a plastic drain tunnel system. This drain is shaped like an inverted "U", open on the bottom with a fine mesh of slots in the side. The result is a system that drains very well and allows the total length of the drainfield to be shorter than a comparably sized rock drainfield.
My tasks included setting the front fence back up, where the mobile home came through. It was just propped up loosely before now, and not especially secure against bovines and canines.
The above-ground PVC piping that I installed last year needed to be covered to protect it from sunlight. With the County inspector showing up soon, I needed to finally get them covered. I opted to wrap them with insulating foam and reflective foil tape.
The electric outlets at the ramada were buried to allow the mobile home to drive over them. I needed to get them set up again to avoid any questions by the County inspector. Since I had to remove the deck and ramada to get the home in, I set up a couple posts and mounting board.
After that, I brushed out and marked the fence line for the garden fence that I will be setting up around our new home. This will be cat-proof from one side and coyote-proof from the other.
It is often hard to get a picture of the mesquite bosque because of it's density, but this photo of a cleared path gives a pretty good sense of it on either side. Now closer to the river it just gets thicker. My property is right on the edge of where it begins.
I marked out the path of the new gas line. The reason I am doing all this marking is that a couple weeks from now I need to rent a trencher, and I'm getting things laid out in advance.
Daisycat spent the weekend priming the grooves in the siding. It seemed to me that the original paint job on this house (from fourteen years ago when it was manufactured) did not get into the grooves of the siding very well. There was more weathering of the wood in the grooves than on the faces. Since I plan to spray paint the house, I wanted to make sure we got a good coat of paint in the grooves first. Often spraying does not penetrate grooves as well as brushing does.
This is not the color it will be. We had chosen this color originally (with a white trim), but she was having mucho second thoughts all weekend, so I told her, "whatever. Pick a color and I will paint it." It will be a darker green that approximates the color of the mesquite leaves, with white(ish) trim.
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008
I try hard to resist the temptation to repost all of Rodger's photoshops that I like, because I'd end up just mirroring his site.Comments
Still this one busted my willpower:
I think I wet myself at the thought.
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DoubleTapper: Arab Terrorist shot by Unarmed Student in JerusalemComments
I greatly admire the Israelis, and the training they all receive, so that ordinary citizens are ready and willing to step up and stop terrorist attacks in their tracks.
Unlike the sorry-ass excuses for humanity we so often see on display here in America.
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Ace of Spades HQ:Comments
The dangers of gun ownership the right doesn't like talking about -- here, for example, two respectable and upstanding robbers busted into a Subway brandishing weapons and terrifying the staff when a 71-year-old vigilante, most likely suffering from 'White Rage' and psychopathic dementia, callously opened fire upon them.
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Tuesday, July 01, 2008Comments
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...in the rental house. Expensive repairs upcoming.Comments
Closing is not delayed past Thursday, but the repairs will still be on my ticket.
Why, God? Why?!
I'm being punished for my evil hedonistic ways...
OTOH I figure God must really love these people who are buying the house, considering how he's giving them so much of what was once ours...
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Do any of you who are pooh pooh'ing me have any idea what this would trigger if it went down?Comments
ABC News: Pentagon Warns of Israeli Attack on Iran
You think gas prices are high now? Wait until we have a new Arab Oil Embargo. You think we're teetering on the edge of a serious recession? Guess what is unleashed when that happens? You think the fact that we have not been successfully attacked again since 9/11 means "Bushitler" and "Teh E-Eval Neocon Conspiracy" have been overstating the threat? Watch what happens in this country if Israel goes postal on Iran.
Do any of you, especially you Obama-worshippers, foresee how this will *not* go down. Will your demi-god utilize his Magic powers and convince the Iranians to give up their nuclear program when all the world's diplomats have failed? Oh I know. You think he will convince the Israelis to buckle in the face of this *existential threat*. They are not fools, but sometimes their leaders foolishly give in to US demands.
Maybe. But you know that sets the stage for Armageddon next. For that matter, either outcome is fairly conducive to Armageddon. (And lest the scripturally ignorant fail to understand, Armageddon is a combined attack on the State of Israel by all of the major military forces of the world (can *you* say UN sanctioned military action? Ah *knew* ya could...) It is not a worldwide military conflagration, or the 'end of the world'. It *is* however the last gasp, the last show of strength by the world system, the 'powers of this present darkness', ahead of the return of the King.) Either Iranian nuclear blackmail will render Israel defenseless and open to attack, or Israel's preemptive strike will outrage the world and result in an attack.
Good luck and hold on to your hat.
Update: This is only loosely related, but I found this map of the total rainfall in the first half of June this year:
Any resemblance to this map?
A very small number of you may recognize that map and it's significance. Since the rains have abated, the flooding has of course continued downstream the Mississippi. I don't know if the first is the fulfillment of the second, because the second was supposed to be the result of an earthquake on the New Madrid fault, but it seems a bit too coincidental to entirely dismiss.
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